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The customers who came in were a husband and wife who looked very well-matched.

The man held his wife's hand, "What would you like to eat?"

The woman shook her head, looking like she didn't have much of an appetite.

<Ding Sha> looked at the menu <Du Rourou> handed over, "Hmm... let's get an order of Kung Pao shrimp balls, a plate of tiger skin peppers, a bowl of West Lake beef soup, and two bowls of rice."

The food came up quickly. Smelling the aromas in the air, the woman couldn't help feeling rather hungry.

"The flavor's not bad. Try some," the man picked out a shrimp for her. "The texture of this shrimp is bouncy—they must be fresh."

After eating a few bites, the woman also praised, "It really is delicious."

After eating their fill, the two of them sat in silence.

The man was the first to speak. "Full? Want shaved ice for dessert? I saw it on the menu."

"No need, I've been too busy the last few days to digest much," the woman shook her head.

Another stretch of silence.

"Well... let's go then," the woman finally said.

Without a word, they went to pay at the counter. <Du Rourou> smiled and asked, "How was it? The food good?"

"Very nice, we ate well," the woman smiled back.

"I'm glad to hear. You two look well-matched—your relationship must be wonderful!" <Du Rourou> handed back change as she spoke.

"We match?" The man glanced at his wife.

"Very well-matched. You two have a unique temperament, clearly special, but your auras harmonize so you look very well-suited," <Du Rourou> enthused.

The woman smiled. "Thank you, young lady."

"My pleasure. Please come again soon!" <Du Rourou> saw them to the door.

About a week later, the couple returned and ordered the same dishes.

<Du Rourou> still remembered them and greeted them with a smile as she served them.

The woman also smiled back warmly.

With few customers in the restaurant, <Du Rourou> sat at a nearby table reading a thick textbook.

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The man suddenly asked, "Not getting divorced?"

"No divorce," the woman said. "I thought it over more and didn't see anything unacceptable."

"You serve the country on missions, I save lives at the hospital—just as the young lady said, we match," he replied.

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"What's there to fret over?" The woman gave him a reproachful look. "Like I said, we match well."

She went on, "I'd considered divorcing because we only meet a few times a year and have barely spent any time together. It felt meaningless."

"But now I don't want to put anyone else through my unhappiness. We ought to be together."

"This way when we retire, it'll be like we just started dating—we'll never tire of each other."

The man lifted his head, eyes wet, "I've wronged you, Little Qing."

"No wrongs here," she chided gently. "I told you, we match well."