Another highlight of watching the fireworks show is taking photos with the castle and fireworks as the backdrop.

The surrounding crowd had already started their grand photo-taking endeavor, striking poses, then a click, and finally a "let’s take another one."

Zhao Yu pulled Mu Qiu to stand with their backs to the castle, and the task of taking photos was once again handed to Qing Rong.

He sighed with a smile on his face: "Although it’s an honor to serve two Princesses, I’m not very confident in my photography skills. What if I make you look bad while you’re dressed so beautifully? You can’t blame me, okay?"

"We won’t blame you, we won’t blame you, hurry up and take the picture, the fireworks are about to end. A dark style photo would look great in this setting!"

The two of them linked arms, using their other hands to spread their skirts, tilting their heads and looking up at the camera with seductive and enchanting smiles.

Qing Rong squatted down with his phone aimed at them, zoomed in on Mu Qiu in the center, stared at her for a while, then zoomed out to find the angle and took several shots.

Click, under the brilliant fireworks, in front of the dreamy castle, two red roses silently bloomed.

He began to regret not bringing his DSLR from home.

Such stunning photos deserve to be kept. If he had brought the DSLR, they probably wouldn’t refuse the lens, and he could logically keep a few shots for himself. Not like now, relying on Zhao Yu’s phone.

After taking several shots, Qing Rong had them change poses, lowered his head to adjust the lighting, while casually thinking that Mu Xiaohua is really cautious and stingy.

Won’t even let him keep a single photo.

Once the lighting was adjusted, he raised the phone again, directing them to change poses.

During the camera’s automatic lighting, the two vibrant reds on the screen were especially prominent.

The female lead of this Western fantasy should just wear red, Qing Rong suddenly thought again.

After the photos were taken, Zhao Yu and Mu Qiu put their heads together, chattering while checking out the results.

Mu Qiu: "This one looks good! It gives the vibe of a vampire queen who has just fed, looking satisfied."

Zhao Yu: "I think this one looks better, there’s a kind of Shining twin sisters’ horror feel. Oh, this one isn’t bad either, it’s like the whole world is celebrating my birthday. I like this one!"

Qing Rong had taken a lot of photos, and as they went through them, their reviews were very positive.

The photographer himself wasn’t focused on the outcome, he was shielding them from potential collisions with his height advantage as he looked around outside the castle.

"You haven’t had dinner yet, have you? Want to grab something to eat?"

"Sure, where to?"

"There’s a food truck selling snacks over there, want some?"

This question was clearly not for Zhao Yu, who remained silent. Mu Qiu looked in the direction Qing Rong pointed, nodded, and said okay.

Zhao Yu sent the photos to her and continued browsing through them, preparing to send a couple to her parents.

Although they often had conflicting opinions, her parents were quite willing to see her share stuff like this. In less than ten minutes, the photos would be shared with Zhao Yu’s parents.

Walking while looking, she didn’t pay attention to her steps, and when they reached the square, her high heels caught on something and she nearly fell forward.

Fortunately, Qing Rong reacted quickly and immediately steadied her by the arm.

After a fright, Mu Qiu held her chest to catch her breath: "Scared me to death."

Qing Rong: "There are a lot of people here; don’t walk while staring at your phone."

"Thank you for the wise counsel, Mr. Qing."

Qing Rong chuckled, leading the way to clear a path for them.

Mu Qiu didn’t dare to keep her eyes on her phone now, holding onto Zhao Yu with one hand and lifting her skirt with the other, she followed him toward the food trucks.

The food trucks were styled like Toy Story characters, and most of the people waiting in line were parents and kids. Qing Rong, a tall man, queuing among the kids, looked strange. Some children and their parents, along with a few Lolita-dressed girls, were all staring at him.

There was even a little toddler with braids staring up at him, calling him uncle with unclear speech.

"Uncle, good-looking."

Mu Qiu burst out laughing.

Nowadays, even little kids appreciate good looks and know what’s considered good-looking.

Qing Rong wasn’t amused by the little one’s compliment but rather by Mu Qiu’s laughter, finding it quite helpless.

He squatted down to gently pinch the little one’s chubby cheek and said, "There’s a pretty sister over there, too."

The little one’s head was turned with Qing Rong’s help, and upon seeing Mu Qiu and Zhao Yu in the waiting area, giggled revealing a gap where a tooth was missing.

"Sister, good-looking!"

The people in line were all laughing. The parent, a young mother, playfully pinched her child’s cheek.

Mu Qiu covered the lower half of her face with her hand while laughing, revealing only her unusually vibrant eyes. She figured no one would recognize her like this.

It was just that this dress was quite eye-catching.

The queue kept growing, with more girls joining, all gazing at Qing Rong. Qing Rong pulled his hat further down, and when he stood in front of the food truck, besides the already planned snacks, he also bought a small sausage as a treat for the little one from before.

He couldn’t resist patting that chubby, wonderfully tactile cheek, teasingly warning, "This is all you can have. If you eat more candy, all your teeth will fall out."

The little one immediately covered their mouth, eyes drooping.

Mu Qiu hurriedly pulled Qing Rong away.

"If you scare the kid to tears, you won’t be able to leave."

Qing Rong didn’t argue, in a good mood, he raised the bag of snacks he was holding, tapped on it, and said, "Let’s go find a place to eat."

They casually found a bench to sit down, Mu Qiu and Zhao Yu empty-handed, waiting for Qing Rong to distribute the food.

Zhao Yu thought, this guy seems considerate enough not to play favoritism here, so she was really looking forward to the only remaining box of octopus balls with pork floss inside.

Then Qing Rong handed it to Mu Qiu.

She ended up with egg puffs.

The key part was that he acted so naturally, distributing the items without saying much, taking a sip of water himself before pointing at Mu Qiu’s box of octopus balls, saying, "I asked him to add extra seaweed and bonito flakes, give it a try."

Such unmistakable, unexplained favoritism.

Isn’t that what one would call fondness? Mu Qiu must have noticed it.

Zhao Yu took a bite of an egg puff, quietly thinking that she should check her funds and stocks later, as only money could cheer her up at times like this.

Mu Qiu was trying the first octopus ball, nodding in satisfaction towards Qing Rong after taking a bite.

Then the box was handed over to Zhao Yu.

"Give it a try, fresh ones are really Different. Hey, Qing Rong, how much was it again?"

Not mentioning the seaweed or bonito flakes, but specifically asking about the money.

Mu Qiu didn’t even know she could be such a wet blanket.

Yet, she was smiling naturally now, asking Qing Rong the question without giving anything away.

Qing Rong looked at her intently for several seconds, then suddenly let out a short laugh.

After laughing, he leaned back against the chair, lazily saying, "One hundred and thirty-one yuan and four cents."

Mu Qiu: "......"