In high school, Fu Siyu was probably the kind of son that all parents throughout history would have been proud of.
He was handsome, excelled academically, was the main player on the school basketball team, the head of the school radio station, and was skilled in various musical instruments, making him the absolute protagonist of every school event.
Just by some photos taken by Fu Siyu’s classmates, one could catch a glimpse of how, more than a decade ago, the young Fu Siyu had dazzled the lives of so many people.
But as the owner said, compared to now, Fu Siyu in high school was more poised and less oppressive.
There must have been some things that happened to make a person change so much.
Noticing Shu Wan staring intently at her phone for a long time, Fu Siyu’s eyes flickered slightly, "It seems that the current me is not very attractive, so you keep looking at pictures from over a decade ago."
Hearing Fu Siyu’s words, Shu Wan looked up and smiled at him, "No, I’m just really curious about what you looked like when you were young."
"You could just ask me directly."
"Are you good at basketball? No wonder Fu Yang has a good foundation in basketball; did you teach him?"
"I taught him for a while when we were kids."
"Is piano difficult?"
"It’s alright; if you want to learn, I can teach you too."
The two of them chatted back and forth, and time gradually passed.
It wasn’t until the owner brought over the dishes that their conversation was interrupted.
"Here, try this hand-sliced lamb." The owner placed the lamb and dipping sauce on the table, "You can handle lamb, right?"
In her past life, the Dynasty region where Shu Wan lived was in the Northwest, and at that time, there were limited types of meat, with lamb being a very important source. Naturally, she was accustomed to eating it.
"Good, then you try it first; we also have lamb fried rice."
After the owner left, Fu Siyu cut a piece of lamb for Shu Wan, "You can try it plain first, then dip it in the sauce."
Shu Wan took a bite of the lamb, and her gaze halted for a moment.
"Doesn’t it taste good?" Noticing Shu Wan’s reaction, Fu Siyu asked.
"Not at all, it’s really good."
Shu Wan smiled and took another bite.
She froze not because the meat wasn’t tasty, but because it was, so tasty that it was even similar to the taste she often experienced in her past life when she was on military expeditions in the Northwest.
This era was completely different from the past; it seemed like a completely separate existence that could never intersect, yet sometimes, Shu Wan felt as if she were standing at the crossroads of time and space.
Seeing that Shu Wan was not uncomfortable with the food, Fu Siyu then shifted his gaze away.
Wondering if it was because Fu Siyu had been a father before, Shu Wan felt that he was attentive in taking care of others.
Like now, even though Fu Siyu was eating himself, he was still attentive to replenish Shu Wan’s bowl with a new serving every time she was about to finish eating.
Shu Wan had marveled more than once, "You’re a bit too considerate."
Fu Siyu paused in his motions, "It might be because I got used to it from taking care of Fu Yang."
"I see." Shu Wan expressed her understanding.
Although she hadn’t had children herself, she had taken care of her younger brother and knew that after having children, people become exceptionally good at taking care of others.
So, the subtle sense of strangeness that had arisen in Shu Wan’s heart now settled back down in light of Fu Siyu’s extra caring behavior.
Although the restaurant was small, it had stood its ground in Imperial City for decades, proving its merit.
The food the owner made seemed ordinary at first glance, but it had a distinctive flavor when eaten.
Shu Wan enjoyed her meal so much that she even ate a little too much.
Finally putting down her chopsticks with a sense of reluctance, Shu Wan raised her hand to touch her stomach, "I think I ate a bit too much."
"It’s fine, we can walk it off at the place we’ll go to afterward."
As they prepared to leave, the owner came over with a stack of message papers, "It’s not often you come by, why don’t you leave a prayer note?"
"Sure." Shu Wan nodded, took a prayer note from the owner, and handed one to Fu Siyu, "Let’s write them together."
Shu Wan picked up a pen, sat back down, and after some thought, wrote three simple words on the note, "Be yourself".
After writing, she posted it on the wall.
Turning her head to look at Fu Siyu, she saw that he had already posted his note on the wall and was standing aside waiting for her.
Shu Wan, being smart, realized that Fu Siyu did not want her to see what he wrote, so she didn’t ask, "Shall we go?"
After the two left, the owner wiped down the table with a cloth. A breeze blew in from the outside, rustling the prayer notes on the wall.