Sincerely Yours, The Qings

"Breakfast is ready!" Qing Chen heard his wife call from downstairs and he got out of his closet.

Before Qing Chen got into the dining area for breakfast, he took the letters on a table flicking through each of them. He froze for a half second when he saw an unusual envelope. It was a normal white, but the writing at the edges were symbols. "There you are," Qing Chen said and pocketed the small envelope and brought the rest to his wife.

"I am thinking," Feng Xuan said with a huge notebook by her side while she was eating breakfast. After seven days of Feng Xuan's opening, the store was finally in normal operations. "I need to have the website up sooner."

Qing Chen nodded. "Are you going to make the delivery option there?"

She nodded. "Do you think I'll be able to handle it? The orders from the hotel were demanding also."

"Do you need a bigger kitchen?" he asked. "I'll kick out the next store beside yours."