Wang Mingzheng was muttering to himself when a fifteen or sixteen-year-old walked towards him. He carried a backpack and had a pair of endearing dimples on his face, radiating youthful energy yet carrying an air of detachment.,"Well, maybe I should just take a shower. I don't want to go eat like this and scare away that stingy landlord's clients. Otherwise, I'm in trouble.",After going home yesterday, I seemed to have forgotten about this walnut again, only remembering it today.。