Time flies.
Half a month passed in the blink of an eye.
It was almost New Year's Eve.
Chen Feng's background role as a Dao Sect Elder in Hengdian was also finished filming.
On the day of the wrap-up, Liu Boguang treated Chen Feng to a meal at Phoenix Building.
Jiang Pingting accompanied them.
Chen Feng, of course, knew this was Jiang Pingting's idea.
However, he temporarily didn't want to get involved with the Outer Eight Sects' affairs, because someone in Yanjing was still waiting for him.
Whether it was Lin Zu or Lin Qingqing, or even Erma who was far away in Yunnan, they were all waiting for news of him starting a company.
So, he decided to return to Yanjing first.
He would open the company and then consider other matters.
Therefore, Chen Feng ignored Jiang Pingting's various hints, simply enjoyed a lavish meal, and then left freely.
...
Yanjing, deep winter!
He was finally back.
Chen Feng got off the plane and, covered in dust from his journey, returned to the Longhu Yihe Villa district.
He entered the community and arrived at his own doorstep.
Just as he opened the door, a door opened not far behind him.
Immediately after, he heard a familiar woman's voice: "Chen Feng."
He turned his head to look.
His eyes instantly lit up.
It was Liang Wanqiu.
She had really returned to Yanjing.
At this moment, she was wearing a very retro horse-face skirt, similar to those from the Ming Dynasty, with a white velvet short jacket on top.
Her hair was styled in a retro bun.
Her face had light makeup, and her eyes were clear and serene.
Her whole being exuded an ancient charm, making it impossible to tell that she was from Macau.
Chen Feng turned and smiled, saying, "Sister Liang."
"You're back."
Liang Wanqiu walked over happily, her clear gaze unreservedly showing admiration, and she said with a gentle smile, "From now on, we're neighbors."
"I heard from Azu that you've decided to settle in Yanjing?"
"Mm."
Liang Wanqiu nodded: "I decided to settle in Yanjing a long time ago, otherwise I wouldn't have bought property here in the first place. My last trip back to Macau was mainly because of He Yingsheng. Now, all the grievances have vanished like smoke, so I don't want to go back anymore."
"That's good."
Chen Feng smiled: "Yanjing is very suitable for living. Especially for a rich woman like you. The four seasons here are distinct, offering two more seasonal charms than Macau."
"That's exactly it."
Liang Wanqiu smiled gently.
Her ancient charm was refreshing.
Honestly, she was truly a peerless beauty.
How could she be so perfect?
It was breathtaking.
Just as Chen Feng was admiring her ancient-style attire, Liang Wanqiu suddenly said with a smiling face, "Chen Feng, come to my place. I want to make noodles for you."
"Ah?"
Chen Feng was taken aback.
"I'll make noodles for you."
"..."
"What's wrong?"
Liang Wanqiu asked without any hint of awkwardness, "Don't people in the mainland have a saying, 'dumplings for departure, noodles for arrival'? You just got back, how about I make noodles for you?"
Chen Feng was drenched in sweat.
This woman was sometimes incredibly smart, and sometimes adorably naive.
Did she really not know about that double entendre?
Right!
She was, after all, from Macau.
She probably hadn't been in the mainland for long.
Alright!
Since she wanted to make noodles for him.
Then he would eat them.
Presumably, her noodles should be delicious.
Chen Feng's wicked thought flashed by, and he walked over generously, saying, "Sister Liang, if it's not too much trouble, I really won't be polite with you. I rushed back all this way and haven't eaten yet."
"Come on."
Liang Wanqiu happily turned and led the way.
Soon, the two entered Liang Wanqiu's villa.
Revisiting the old place.
Chen Feng recalled the scene of playing dice with Liang Wanqiu in the room that time.
He vaguely remembered that when he left, Liang Wanqiu seemed to have called out, offering to sleep with him once in exchange for him going to Macau to gamble with He Yingsheng.
She said it would be her first time.
Chen Feng suddenly turned his head to look at Liang Wanqiu.
He found her face flushed, and he wondered if she was also recalling that incident, as her expression was somewhat awkward and reserved.
They entered the living room.
Liang Wanqiu said with a red face, "Please make yourself comfortable. I'll go make noodles for you."
"Cough, cough."
Chen Feng coughed twice and nodded: "Sister Liang, thank you. I'm sure your noodles will be delicious."
"I don't know if they'll be delicious, but as long as you like them, that's fine."
Chen Feng: "..."
It was getting a bit awkward.
Such a pure Liang Wanqiu, would she regret it terribly if she ever learned about this double entendre?
Liang Wanqiu went into the kitchen.
Chen Feng, meanwhile, casually walked around the living room.
Revisiting the old place, his mindset was different this time.
Last time, Liang Wanqiu was still a rich woman.
He was just a kept man she wanted to support.
This time?
He was afraid that the Liang family's wealth was truly insignificant in his eyes.
Chen Feng looked around.
From the living room, it was clear that Liang Wanqiu truly intended to settle here, as she had redecorated the living room, adding a lot of homely touches.
Especially the several photo frames on the bookshelf.
They all contained her photos.
Very beautiful.
...
Ten minutes later.
Liang Wanqiu, wearing an apron, walked out of the kitchen, carrying a tray with a large, steaming bowl on it.
"The noodles are ready."
Liang Wanqiu placed the tray on the coffee table and looked at Chen Feng with a sweet smile: "This is a specialty from our Macau, beef brisket bamboo noodles. I used to make it often. You can try it."
"Thanks."
Chen Feng quickly walked over.
He plopped down on the sofa, picked up his chopsticks, and said impolitely, "Sister Liang, I won't be polite with you. I'm really hungry."
"Mm, don't be polite."
Liang Wanqiu sat beside him.
She rested her chin on her hands.
Her large eyes were watery and blinking.
Her long eyelashes were like brushes.
She watched Chen Feng pick up the noodles with his chopsticks and slurp them down, seemingly eating ravenously.
Liang Wanqiu's heart felt warm.
It was as if she was serving her own man a meal.
The more fiercely he ate, the happier she became.
So, one watched, and one ate.
Chen Feng was not at all polite, his chopsticks swirling like a whirlwind, happily devouring the large bowl of noodles.
Just as he was eating heartily, Liang Wanqiu suddenly asked softly from across the table, "Do my noodles smell good?"
"Pfft, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough..."
Chen Feng was caught off guard and choked violently.
Liang Wanqiu was also startled. She instinctively moved to his side, gently patted his back with concern, and said urgently in a low voice, "Are you okay? I'm sorry, I shouldn't have talked while you were eating. One shouldn't speak while eating or sleeping, I forgot."
"Cough, cough, cough, I'm fine, I'm fine."
Chen Feng coughed until his face turned red, a line of black sweat on his forehead.
After a long moment.
He finally calmed down.
Chen Feng drank two sips of tea, then looked at Liang Wanqiu with a wry smile: "Sister Liang, I'm fine now."
"Really fine?"
"Really fine."
"Phew, well, that's good. You scared me to death."
Liang Wanqiu then withdrew her hand, suddenly realizing she might have been a bit too close, and quickly sat back on the opposite side, asking distractedly, "Actually, I just casually asked, 'Do my noodles smell good?' Why did you choke?"
Chen Feng: "..."
This was killing him.
Liang Wanqiu blinked at Chen Feng: "Do they smell good or not?"
Chen Feng: "They smell good, Sister Liang, truly, very good."
Liang Wanqiu smiled: "Then do you like eating them?"
Chen Feng: "...I like them."
Liang Wanqiu excitedly said: "Then will you come often to eat them in the future, okay?"
Chen Feng: "..."
Oh my Buddha.
Little sister, if you keep asking, I'm really going to have wicked thoughts, okay?