After walking for a short while, Wang Yao saw the beautiful woman he had just seen. She was sobbing quietly while being held in the arms of a young man. She was like a flower that had been hit by the rain. She was beautiful and pitiful.
"Alright, it's fine. It's fine." The man comforted the girl in a soft voice.
Wang Yao thought, Ah, it's a good thing that other young man didn't see this. Otherwise, I'm afraid he'd drive straight into them.
"Here's a present for you," the woman said as a smile broke through her tears.
"What present?"
"This is their ancestral recipe." The woman took out a piece of paper.
"Really? You got it?" the young man excitedly asked.
What's the situation here? Wang Yao stopped walking.
Is there even more to this story?
He could not help but look back.