Jenna returned to find Ethan sitting behind their street stall, finishing his takeout lunch.

The plastic container was nearly empty.

She crouched beside him and sampled her own meal. "Not bad, right?"

Ethan glanced up. "Not as good as yours."

Her eyes curved into crescents. "Obviously. If I opened a restaurant, the whole block would line up." She propped her chin on her palm. "Too bad I'm chicken."

"Caution is a virtue," he said flatly.

"Exactly." Jenna shook her head. "Money's safest in the bank."

The corner of Ethan's mouth twitched. He didn't respond.

To her surprise, he'd cleaned his entire portion.

"You said it wasn't tasty," she teased, arching a brow.

"You paid for it." His gaze remained steady. "Waste is unacceptable."

Laughing, she collected the empty container. "Smart man. Every penny counts."

Suddenly clutching her stomach, she stood. "Watch the stall for me?"

Ethan gave a noncommittal hum without looking up.

The moment Jenna left, two girls stopped at their display.

"How much for this?" A floral-dressed girl held up a gray T-shirt.

Ethan pocketed his phone and approached.

Both girls flushed.

"Eighty," he said absently.

"Sold!" The girl pointed to a white dress. "And this?"

"Ninety."

She handed over the clothes. "Could you wrap them?"

Silently, Ethan bagged the items. "One-seventy."

After scanning the payment QR code, the girl dragged her friend back to browse more.

Soon, a growing crowd of young women gathered around.

"Can I add your WeChat?" A ponytailed girl asked boldly.

Jenna returned just in time to hear the question.

She couldn't suppress a giggle.

Ethan's expression darkened instantly. "Amusing?"

Jenna pressed her lips together. "Not at all."

For business's sake, she winked at the girls. "He's single, you know."

The crowd erupted in excitement.

Ethan's face turned thunderous.