Sister Liang’s noodles were truly delicious.
Original and authentic.
A genuine Macau flavor.
Chen Feng ate heartily, slurping up all the soup in the end.
He was sweating profusely from eating.
Putting down his bowl and chopsticks, Chen Feng smiled and said, “Sister Liang, your noodles are really good, the taste is excellent. What ingredients are in here? Some of the soft, tender bits seem particularly tasty.”
“Really?”
Liang Wanqiu’s interest was piqued. She leaned closer, smiling as she pointed to the soup base in the bowl: “I have a habit when cooking noodles; I like to add some small seafood to give it a hint of the ocean.”
Chen Feng: “…”
He broke out in a cold sweat.
Couldn't this woman change the way she talked?
Liang Wanqiu didn’t mind at all and continued to smile, “Are those soft, tender bits tasty? Actually, they’re small abalones. Do you like eating this kind of small abalone?”
Chen Feng: “Cough, cough, they’re alright.”
Liang Wanqiu: “That’s good then. I was worried you wouldn’t be used to them. Because this kind of abalone is also called a peach-blush abalone, it comes from South Africa, and it has quite a strong fishy taste, so you have to wash it very well.”
Chen Feng swallowed, then pointed to another ingredient: “What’s this?”
“This little bean? That’s the adductor muscle of a pearl oyster.”
“And this one?”
“You can’t tell? It’s black fungus, just shredded.”
Chen Feng: “…”
Forget it, he wouldn’t ask anymore.
Chen Feng felt like he would break down if he asked any more questions.
He picked up his phone to check the time, then stood up and looked at Liang Wanqiu: “Sister Liang, thank you for the noodles. I have to go; I still have things to do this afternoon.”
“Hmm, alright.”
Liang Wanqiu didn’t try to keep him. She also stood up and nodded: “If you have things to do, I won’t delay you. Anyway, we’re neighbors now, so if you want noodles, just come over anytime.”
“Alright.”
Chen Feng picked up his luggage and, under Liang Wanqiu’s enthusiastic farewell, left her cozy home.
Back at his own house.
Chen Feng let out a long breath.
He tossed his belongings upstairs, then picked up his phone and dialed a number.
Soon, the call connected.
“Hello, Lin Qingqing, have you arrived in Yanjing yet?”
“Mr. Chen, I’ve arrived. I’m staying at the Longhu Hotel near Longhu Yihe Villa.”
“Good, I’m home. Please come over.”
“Okay, I’ll be right there.”
With that, both of them hung up.
About ten minutes later.
Lin Qingqing arrived.
She wore a long white down jacket, with long hair draped over her shoulders and glasses, looking both intelligent and beautiful.
After entering the living room.
Lin Qingqing smiled brightly: “Mr. Chen, Godfather said you want to register a company? I’m very familiar with all these procedures, so just leave it to me.”
“Good, that’s exactly what I meant.”
Chen Feng turned and placed all the relevant documents on the coffee table: “What else do you need? I’ll prepare it for you first. I have to go to Jiangnan in a couple of days.”
“You’re leaving again?”
Lin Qingqing was startled, her face filled with disappointment.
“Yes, ‘What is an Actor’ only has its final battle left. The national finals will conclude before Lunar New Year’s Eve, and then this season will be over.”
“Oh.”
Lin Qingqing understood, lowering her head to check all the documents: “Mr. Chen, all the documents are here. With these, I can get to work.”
“That’s fine then. If capital injection is needed, transfer it from Hong Kong first.”
“Okay.”
“By the way, I’ll give you another contact.”
Chen Feng pushed Lin Zu’s number to Lin Qingqing: “His name is Lin Zu, he’s my college classmate. He knows all about the company matters. After I leave, if you need a guide in Yanjing, just look for him.”
“Understood.”
“Is there anything else?”
Lin Qingqing blinked, then suddenly asked softly: “Mr. Chen, my… my Godfather asked me to ask you, do you need someone to take care of your daily life? I can do it.”
Chen Feng was torn between laughter and tears: “Do I look seventy or eighty years old?”
“You don’t necessarily have to be old to need care. For example, if you’re usually busy with work and no one cleans the house, or if you want a bowl of noodles when you come back, I can prepare it for you.”
Chen Feng: “…”
She brought up noodles again.
Do all these girls like to make noodles so much?
Lin Qingqing continued, “Mr. Chen, you don’t have to feel troubled. Because Godfather has already bought me a house here, and I can move in at the beginning of next month.”
“Ah?”
“Really, Godfather just called before you came back. He had someone buy it, and the payment for the house has already been made. As soon as the property deed is in hand, I can move in.”
“…Alright.”
Chen Feng smiled helplessly: “You rich people are truly willful.”
Lin Qingqing covered her mouth and chuckled: “Mr. Chen, who dares to call themselves rich in front of you? Even my Godfather doesn’t dare. So you’re the willful one, aren’t you?”
“…”
What she said left him speechless.
It seemed she was right; Yu Jinhua’s current net worth was no longer impressive.
Just as Chen Feng was about to tell Lin Qingqing to get to work, this intelligent and beautiful little secretary suddenly turned around and quickly took off her coat.
Then, while looking around, she said: “Mr. Chen, let me tidy up for you first. You just got back, so the house must be dusty. You rest, I’ll be done in a moment.”
After speaking, she entered the bathroom.
Chen Feng: “…”
Fine!
Let her do it.
So, Lin Qingqing began to busy herself.
She was truly quick and efficient.
In a short while, she had prepared tea for Chen Feng and started cleaning the house.
Watching her slender and sexy figure, with a towel on her head and an apron tied around her waist, moving in and out of the room, she looked quite alluring.
Having such a woman clean his room felt like a bit of a waste.
Chen Feng picked up his teacup and took a sip of tea.
Lin Qingqing, who was mopping the floor, suddenly turned to him: “Oh, by the way, Mr. Chen, are you… hungry? Should I… make you some noodles?”
“Pfft!”
Chen Feng spat out a mouthful of tea.
“Cough, cough, no need, no need. I’ve eaten, really.”
“Are you alright?”
“I’m fine, you go on with your work.”
Chen Feng was torn between laughter and tears.
Do women from Hong Kong and Macau all like to cook noodles for people?
Lin Qingqing turned away, her face flushed, and continued cleaning.
However, her cheeks remained flushed.
A blush spread across her face.
Chen Feng suspected she knew about the double entendre.
So, was she intentionally teasing him?
Lin Qingqing was not as innocent as Liang Wanqiu; Liang Wanqiu clearly didn't understand the innuendo at all.
Yu Jinhua, that old fox, spared no expense to buy a villa here and have Lin Qingqing move in; he definitely had some kind of scheme.
Did he want to strengthen their relationship even further?
Chen Feng secretly chuckled.
He was underestimating himself too much.
Let her be.
…
Two hours later, the room was spotless.
Lin Qingqing was definitely an all-purpose secretary.
She handled all kinds of tasks with ease.
After confirming repeatedly that Chen Feng didn’t want noodles, Lin Qingqing had no choice but to leave with all the documents to begin the company registration process.
Meanwhile, Chen Feng left the villa and rushed back to the county suburbs.
He spent a few days reuniting with his parents.
And also visited his maternal grandfather.
His amazing maternal grandfather never had Alzheimer’s again.
So, the system cured his maternal grandfather’s Alzheimer’s disease?
