By the school gate, morning light spilled like milk; Meng Yuting was already waiting. Meng Xiaoxiao popped the car door and slipped in like a quick fish.

“How was it—was school any fun?” Her voice drifted in like a soft breeze.

“What’s fun about it… I already knew everything they taught.” She pouted, a small storm cloud on her face, then let the words fall like pebbles.

“Xiaoxiao is really clever.” Meng Yuting ruffled her hair, gentle as stroking a kitten.

“Right, what about that friend of yours? Weren’t you bringing her home for lunch?” Curiosity flickered in her eyes like a match in dusk.

Last night, in their late chat, Meng Xiaoxiao kept ringing one name like a bell—Tang Coco. She swore the girl was the prettiest she’d ever seen, gentle as spring rain. The praise tugged at Meng Yuting’s mind like a hooked fish; she’d met many beauties, but being hailed like that by this little imp made her want a look.

“Her? She’s busy at noon, can’t make it. I’ll ask her another day; she can’t run far.” Regret pooled in her voice like a shallow puddle.

“Tsk tsk, poor her, running into a clingy little imp like you.” Meng Yuting teased, sweet and sticky as honey.

“Hee-hee-hee, let’s head home. I can’t wait for Sister Gu Xin’s cooking.” Anticipation fluttered in her chest like a sparrow.

“Alright, alright—little greedy cat.” Her laugh warmed the air like sunlight on rice.

After eating Gu Xin’s dinner last night, happiness rose like steam from a pot. In that warmth, a small feeling bloomed like a hidden flower—Sister Gu Xin’s dishes tasted a bit like Sister Coco’s.

The red Ferrari slipped away like a scarlet streak; soon after, a Porsche glided to the school gate like a silver fish.

“Achoo!” The sneeze popped out like a soap bubble. “Who’s bad-mouthing me now…” Tang Coco shook her head, helpless as a leaf in a breeze, then drove toward her target.

At a red light blinking like a cherry, she pinged Shirley an address Ye Yiyi had recommended last night—a good Western place.

A little over ten minutes later, she reached a restaurant called Western Grace, its glass front shining like polished cutlery.

“Welcome to Western Grace. Are you dining alone?” The hostess stepped forward, smile bright as a ribbon.

My God, she’s so pretty, the hostess thought, awe rippling through her like a skipped stone. Tang Coco wore a conservative black casual outfit, yet it couldn’t dull the cut of her beauty.

“No, two. Find me a quiet spot.” Her words settled like a feather.

“Of course, this way…” The hostess led her inward, feet tapping softly like rain.

They stopped at a semi-enclosed booth tucked inside like a mossy nook.

“Mm, this’ll do.” Satisfaction smoothed her gaze like a calm lake.

“Would you like to order now or wait?” The words hovered like steam.

“In a bit. I’ll wait for her.” Her patience held like a held breath.

“Alright. Call me if you need anything.” The smile lingered like lamplight.

“Thanks.” She sat and watched the street, passersby flowing like a river.

Soon, another beautiful silhouette crossed into Western Grace, a loose black off-shoulder hoodie hanging like a soft cloud. Her ponytail tilted to one side, adding a playful swing like a willow twig.

“Hello, how many?” The hostess asked again, wonder blooming twice like twin flowers.

“I’m meeting someone. She’s already here.” The voice came cool and even, like clear water.

“Hmm… the very beautiful young lady?” The guess rose like a kite.

“Mm… about my height. Quite pretty.” The reply landed light as snow.

“Got it. She’s inside waiting. This way, please.” The path opened like a curtain.

“Sorry for the wait~” A voice chimed beside her like a bell. Tang Coco turned; the person she was waiting for had arrived.

“No, no, I just got here too.” Her smile unfurled like a fresh petal.

“Hee-hee~” Shirley laughed and sat across from her, settling like a cat in a sunbeam.

“What do you like to eat?” Coco asked, voice easy as wind through grass.

“Anything’s fine. I’ll follow your lead.” The answer drifted like dandelion fluff.

“Alright, then two of your signature steaks. Mine medium-well. You?” Her tone clicked like cutlery.

“Hmm… well-done.” Shirley’s choice was firm as a full stop.

“One medium-well, one well-done. And two glasses of red wine.” The order glowed like dusk in a glass.

“Certainly. Please wait a moment.” The server slipped away like a shadow.

“Shirley—did you just get back from abroad?” Coco opened with the question, curiosity warm as tea.

“Yep~ Studied there for a few years, then thought I’d come back and play a while.” Her words drifted like migrating birds.

“I see…” The thought curled in her mind like incense smoke.

“Mm… I’ll call you Coco. I’m probably older, so you can call me Sister Shirley.” Her smile perched like a butterfly.

“Okay, Sister Shirley.” Coco’s answer rang like a silver bell.

“Wow, being called that by such a pretty girl makes me so happy.” Joy bloomed across her face like spring flowers.

“…” Coco stared, helpless as a moth under a lamp.

“Coco, you’re still a student, right?” The question landed gentle as morning dew.