The ex-wife of a former CEO regrets resigning to raise her child and retire from public life.

Chapter 27 If you have too many complaints about this world, come and eat some bunny buns!

For Lu Ming, a music student in his third year at a nearby art college, this week was like a nightmare he couldn't wake up from, so dark that he could barely see the light.

First, his original competition piece, which he had painstakingly prepared for three months and revised no less than fifty times, was criticized by the judges in public as "a pile of techniques, devoid of soul, and lacking any sense of life."

Then, his friend, who had promised to form a band with him, betrayed him by getting an internship at a big company and announced his withdrawal from the band without warning, shattering his dream that he had painstakingly built up over the past year.

The frustration of being rejected and the loneliness of being abandoned were like a heavy boulder, making it difficult for him to even breathe.

Just now, during the music lesson, Lu Ming was so distracted that he made many mistakes even with the most basic etudes, which made the teacher so angry that her face turned black. Naturally, he couldn't be happy either.

He carried his heavy guitar bag, wandering aimlessly through the alleys behind the school, his eyes vacantly scrolling through his phone. Just then, he came across Lin Muyuan's tweet. Lu Ming was a die-hard fan of Lin Muyuan, admiring his attitude of not being bound by material things and only pursuing his true self. This coincided with his own philosophy on music, and this was the first time he had seen Lin Muyuan use the word "god." A small flame suddenly ignited in his previously depressed heart.

"I've heard that good food can heal the soul," Lu Ming said, taking a deep breath as he followed the navigation and headed toward the shop called "Human Fireworks".

Before even stepping into the store, Lu Ming was immediately enveloped by the warm and cheerful atmosphere.

It was a lively, even somewhat childlike, atmosphere. His tall guitar case made him stand out a little in the slightly crowded store, but he didn't feel any sense of rejection. On the contrary, when he saw the adorable little boy behind the cashier, wearing bunny ears and giving every customer a sweet smile, a crack quietly appeared in the hard shell of his heart.

"Brother, did you come here to eat steamed buns carrying a big sword?" Mengmeng tilted her head up, her big eyes full of pure curiosity and friendliness.

Lu Ming paused for a moment, then a relaxed smile appeared on his face, a rare sight for him. He tried to make his voice sound gentle: "It's not a big sword, it's a guitar. I'm here to find 'healing'."

"Then you can't go wrong with my dad!" Mengmeng patted her little chest and proudly pointed to the kitchen. "Dad's steamed buns are magic buns; once you eat them, you'll never be sad again!"

Seeing this, Zhang Qiang, who was sitting to the side, also came over and chuckled, patting Lu Ming on the shoulder with his large hand:

"Young man, you don't look quite right. Did your girlfriend dump you? Come on, sit down."

In our everyday life, there's no problem that a steamed bun can't solve. If there is, then two will do... well, although we have a purchase limit, you can drink more soy milk!

Zhang Qiang's enthusiasm and adorable innocence instantly relaxed Lu Ming's tense nerves.

When Chen Feng brought over the plate of exquisitely crafted rabbit-shaped buns, Lu Ming didn't rush to take pictures like the other young people had. He simply looked quietly at the three steaming "little rabbits," inhaling the aroma of wheat and rich meat.

He picked one up, and the moment his fingertips touched the dough, the warm and elastic texture startled him.

After the first bite, Lu Ming felt as if he were instantly enveloped by a warm tide.

The rich juices exploded on his tongue, like a spring flowing through a parched desert. The meat was tender and flavorful, possessing a profound quality that reflected the essence of the ingredients and the warmth of the artisan. With each chew, the aroma of the dough and the complex layers of filling intertwined in his mouth, as if telling a story of waiting and returning.

"My teacher said my music has no soul..." Lu Ming chewed, his eyes slightly red, "But this bun is clearly full of soul."

At that moment, he suddenly felt that the loss in a competition and the departure of a teammate didn't seem so important anymore. Since life could have such flavor, then tomorrow, good luck would surely be waiting for him.

Watching his peers having fun and laughing in the store, and seeing Zhang Qiang busy and enjoying himself, Lu Ming's long-suppressed creative and expressive desires suddenly surged out like a fountain.

He stood up, walked to an empty space in the center of the shop, and carefully wiped his hands clean, making sure his fingertips were completely free of grease. Then, he took a deep breath, solemnly opened his guitar case, and took out the acoustic guitar that had been with him for three years.

"Excuse me, everyone." Lu Ming plucked a string, and the crisp "clang" instantly attracted the attention of the entire store.

His eyes were no longer lost; instead, they gleamed with a strange light. He looked at Chen Feng, then at Mengmeng and Zhang Qiang, and said with a smile, "Boss, you helped me out with this steamed bun. I don't have much to repay you with, but I'll play a song for everyone to liven things up."

Fingers danced lightly on the strings, and a familiar prelude, full of rustic charm and sunshine, flowed out.

It's Jay Chou's "Rice Fragrance".

As soon as the song's intro started, the young people in the store who had been playing around and taking pictures fell silent for a second, and then burst into an even more enthusiastic cheer.

This song is so perfectly suited to the atmosphere right now—the themes of childhood, simple joy, and finding strength in setbacks resonate almost miraculously in this steamed bun shop filled with rabbits and their aroma.

"If you have too many complaints about this world, and you're afraid to keep going after you fall, why should people be so fragile and degenerate..."

Lu Ming's voice was clear and magnetic, carrying a sense of relief and nonchalance.

When he sang the chorus, Zhang Qiang couldn't help but clap along to the rhythm. Mengmeng also happily wiggled her little body in the chair, humming along.

"Please turn on the TV and see how many people are bravely striving to keep living. Shouldn't we be content and cherish everything, even if we don't possess it all..."

I don't know who started it, but the first chorus joined in, followed by a second, a third...

Soon, the entire "Human Fireworks" venue transformed into a mini concert venue. Dozens of young people put down their steamed buns, some waving their phone flashlights, others swaying to the rhythm, all singing loudly:

"I still remember you saying home is the only castle, running along the rice paddy river, smiling slightly, I know the dream I had as a child..."

The song was incredibly infectious, carrying the aroma of food and the most genuine human joy. It passed through the glass door and drifted into the distance along the old street's cobblestone path.

More and more people were drawn to this unprecedented bustle and unconsciously moved towards the store entrance.

Inside the shop, Lu Ming gently strummed the strings, sweat trickling down his cheeks, but his smile was brighter than anyone else's. He looked at Chen Feng, who was also leaning against the kitchen doorway, a towel in his hand, his usually stern and aloof face now adorned with a warm smile.

That was a moment that belonged to everyone present—songs, laughter, and the aroma of food transcended all unpleasantness, tightly connecting everyone's hearts together.

Everyone's face radiated a healing glow, the most authentic and touching aspect of life.