In the era of fetal wear, she became the first socialite in Hong Kong

As soon as Li Quyi entered the room, he felt warmth and harmony. His wife and niece were sitting on the sofa, talking together. When they heard his voice, they tilted their heads and smiled at him.

"Uncle is back," Fu Ziyan said with a sweet smile, "Thank you for the pen holder and pen you gave me, I like them very much~"

Li Quyi's lips didn't move, but his eyes softened a little: "As long as you like it, your handwriting is good, and the tools can't be bad. Come to the study, I want to see the results of your study today."

Fu Ziyan complained in her heart about her uncle's military habit of "efficiency first", and her feet had already naturally stepped up to keep up.

The long five minutes of questioning finally passed with my uncle's various mixed messages about "don't be impulsive" and "put yourself first".

After chatting for a few more minutes, Fu Ziyan stood up and said goodbye.

After all, it’s almost dinner time, and Dad, who’s been busy all day, should miss her.

Li Quyi nodded calmly, "Go ahead. You don't need to copy your memories tomorrow. With your memory, you don't need a 'rough pen' to help you."

Fu Ziyan's eyes lit up.

Thank God, the punishment of copying is finally over!

"Okay~ Goodbye, uncle and aunt!" When saying this, Fu Ziyan had already pushed open the door. Her facial features could not be seen clearly in the backlight, but the smile on her face was particularly bright.

The car that came to pick up Fu Ziyan from the compound had already stopped in front of the door, and the two of them watched her leave.

Li Quyi didn't say anything, just nodded slightly.

Zhang Yuan smiled and waved at Fu Ziyan: "Go ahead, be careful on the road."

Fu Qiyuan had just finished meeting with several cadres from Guangdong Province and had just returned to the hotel to sit down when he saw his naughty daughter, who had been tied up for the past few days, running towards him with a smile on her face, bringing with her a gust of fresh citrus fragrance.

"Dad, I'm finally released from prison~"

Fu Qiyuan quickly stood up and caught his daughter, fearing she would crash into the coffee table. He looked at her with a smile and asked, "Is the penalty copying over?"

"Yes, yes!" Fu Ziyan was in high spirits and nodded repeatedly.

"Okay, Dad will take you out to dinner to celebrate."

Fu Ziyan raised her right hand high, full of energy: "Let's go~"

The departure wasn't so quick, however. Fu Ziyan was a person with a sense of ceremony. For her, a celebration necessitated a change of clothing and accessories. While understated elegance is a common practice in mainland China, that doesn't necessarily mean refraining from dressing up.

In order to celebrate with a sense of ceremony, the father and daughter did not eat in the hotel's specially arranged dining area, but went out to find a time-honored restaurant that is now state-owned and has been in business since the Republic of China.

The store entrance is a traditional Chinese gatehouse with a black plaque with gold characters reading "Tongchunyuan" hanging in front of it. There is a wooden sign reading "Jiangsu Flavor" at the entrance, and a "State-owned Restaurant" logo is posted on the side of the door.

"Mr. Fu, this way." A guard stood in front of the table and waved to them.

The restaurant was packed with people. Arriving at lunchtime, Fu Ziyan and her daughter should have waited in line. Mainland China values ​​equality for all, and even invited Hong Kong businesspeople couldn't cut in line in public. But after Fu Qiyuan decided to dine at this restaurant, he arranged for a security guard to wait in line, and when they arrived, it was their turn.

Queuing up in advance does not count as cutting in line.

The people still queuing simply glanced sideways, then quietly turned back. Occasionally, a few would look in out of curiosity, but no one, like the street vendors in novels, raised any objections.

We are not stupid. It is obvious that people have been arranged to queue up in advance. What is there to be dissatisfied about? If you want to eat earlier, just arrange for your family members who are free to queue up in advance.

By the time the waiters in white coats helped serve the dishes, Fu Ziyan's nose was already filled with fragrance.

They say it's a semi-self-service era these days, meaning you have to serve yourself, but that's not the case. Some restaurants still have waiters, whose primary responsibilities are calling numbers, guiding guests to seats, and clearing dishes. They also offer extra care for the elderly and children. Fu Ziyan and Fu Qiyuan certainly weren't elderly or children, but they were clearly foreign guests, considered special personnel.

"You two, please use it slowly."

Fu Qiyuan nodded: "Thank you for your help, comrade."

Fried eel paste? For this dish, the waiter specially brought a small cup of hot oil and poured it over the dish. Immediately, a clear crackling sound was heard. When you tasted it again, you found that the fish meat on the back was particularly tender and smooth.

The fish that is fried until golden and crispy and sizzles when poured with sweet and sour sauce is squirrel mandarin fish.

Braised crab meat with clear sauce? The crabs are small, only about the size of a fist, with a mixture of fat and lean meat inside. The soup is clear and delicious, and they melt in your mouth...

Because of Fu Ziyan's bad habit of being picky about food, the chefs in the family were specially selected by Fu Qiyuan's housekeeper. In fact, their cooking skills are already very good, but it still feels different when eating in the mainland.

Perhaps it is the homesickness and longing for the motherland of those who are far away from home.

After finishing the meal, she was about to stand up and leave when she looked up and saw the next person coming over to sit at her table. It was Li Zitao's fiancée, Bai Ying, whom she had met in Hong Kong before.

Bai Ying was stunned and recognized at a glance that this was the eldest daughter of the Fu family in Hong Kong, whom she had met twice before.

It wasn't just her who recognized her after three years; Miss Fu had once donated an automatic winding machine to a textile factory in her name. It was more because of the young lady's voice, appearance, and demeanor, which were truly stunning and unforgettable.

The word "Ms. Fu" hesitated between Bai Ying's lips.

Although Zitao and Miss Fu knew each other, she had only met twice, even though Miss Fu had donated a machine to her. But as a prominent young lady from Hong Kong, she had seen and handled countless things. What seemed like a great thing to her might seem like a trivial matter to Miss Fu, especially since three years had passed...

Miss Fu, you may not remember her!

Fu Ziyan was unaware of Bai Ying's dilemma. She curled her lips and said, "Comrade Bai Ying, we meet again."

When Fu Qiyuan heard Ti Ti's words, his eyes flashed.

The last time Bai Ying came to Hong Kong, he didn't make a point of meeting her.

"Miss Fu, I didn't expect you still remembered me?" Bai Ying smiled, feeling very happy. "It's been three years since we last met, and you look even more charming than before."

Fu Ziyan was not in a position to say much in public, so she just said, "Are you still in the textile factory? It's not convenient today, but we'll meet again some other time if there's a chance."

Bai Ying nodded. The restaurant was crowded, so it wasn't convenient to exchange pleasantries. Besides, she and Miss Fu didn't really have much contact, so there wasn't anything she needed to say in such a crowded place. "Goodbye, Miss Fu."

Fu Ziyan didn't talk much because she was afraid of causing trouble for Bai Ying. After all, this was a period of time when the old and the new were intertwined, and people's mindsets hadn't completely shifted. As a Hong Kong businessman, her status was somewhat different, so it was inevitable that some people still held on to their old ideas and attitudes.

However, Fu Ziyan and Bai Ying had never expected that just two sentences between them would be made into such a big fuss.

The next morning, the deputy workshop director, who had always admired and cared for Bai Ying, specifically called her away and sighed, "Comrade Bai Ying, I admire your abilities. You have the skills and have undergone further training, and you've done a great job as a team leader these past three years. But you're aware of the current situation. Things got a bit chaotic a few years ago. Even now, you've been too close to the Hong Kong businessman. Someone saw you chatting with the daughter of a Hong Kong businessman at Tongchun Garden last night. For stability's sake, you'll have to remain as a candidate for promotion for now."

After hearing this, Bai Ying was completely stunned.