Chapter 217: 091: Became the favorite in the village, found out about Li Xianxian’s background s
Translator: 549690339
Initially, he only wanted to tease Ni Yang, but now, he was impatient to have a taste of the noodles.
Song Beicheng picked up the chopsticks, picked up a few strands of noodles and put them in his mouth.
The taste that met his tongue made him close his eyes contentedly.
It was tangy and crispy, addictively delicious.
At this point, he started to understand why Granny Mo enjoyed these noodles so much.
Because the taste was just too amazing!
Before he knew it, Song Beicheng had finished a large bowl of noodles, even forgetting his own neat-freak tendencies.
Satisfying his craving for the noodles wasn’t enough, Song Beicheng drank all of the noodle soup as well.
At this moment, Song Beicheng was utterly conquered by the delightful food, where was the decorum of Mr. Song?
After finishing the noodle soup, Song Beicheng realized that he hadn’t touched the milk tea next to him, so he picked up the cup and took a sip.
The taste of the milk tea did not disappoint him either.
Men usually didn’t take a liking to sweet things, but this milk tea was different. It had the refreshing bitterness of tea and the richness of milk, combined together, it was simply a pleasant surprise to the taste buds.
“Miss Ni,” Song Beicheng looked up at Ni Yang, “Are you really not considering my previous invitation?”
This time, Song Beicheng was genuinely sincere.
He really was smitten by Ni Yang’s culinary skills.
Ni Yang smiled lightly, “Does Boss Song have amnesia?”
Song Beicheng continued: “I’ll give you a million-dollar salary.” As he said this, he held up two fingers.
Two million!
Really throwing his money around!
The girl looked so beautiful, and her cooking was excellent. Bringing her back for two million wouldn’t be a loss for him.
Ni Yang was silent, continuing to play with the abacus under her fingertips.
“Two and a half million?”
“Three million?”
“Three million one hundred thousand?”
All that answered Song Beicheng was the ‘click-clack’ of the abacus beads.
Song Beicheng slightly raised an eyebrow, could it be that she was calculating how much money she could make in two years, three years?
He knew it, no one could resist the allure of money.
Even Ni Yang, who professed to be self-reliant, couldn’t refuse this astronomical sum.
“No need to calculate,” Song Beicheng continued: “One year is 3.01 million, two years is 6.02 million, three years is 9.03 million, ten years is 31 million!”
But Ni Yang acted as if she hadn’t heard Song Beicheng’s words, continuing to play with her abacus.
Why wasn’t she speaking?
Song Beicheng frowned, could she have been scared dumb by these large figures!
Indeed, her bowl of noodles only sells for three cents a pop, she’d have to sell a hundred million bowls of noodles to earn back thirty-one million.
A hundred million bowls of noodles, enough for her to sell for a lifetime!
Song Beicheng chuckled: “Miss Ni, why aren’t you speaking? Don’t worry, I, Song, don’t have many good qualities, but 1 never go back on my word, since I promised a salary of 3.01 million, I will definitely keep it! If you…”
Just then, Ni Yang slightly lifted her head, interrupting Song Beicheng’s unfinished words, “Mr. Song, 1 know you’re filthy rich, and could easily rival a country’s wealth. If you’re really worried about having too much cash on your hands, there are still many impoverished areas in China waiting for your kind donations, so could you stop toying with me?”
This person really has issues!
Song Beicheng thought she seriously believed he was just making fun of her, and quickly clarified: “Miss Ni, I’m serious, I’m not making fun of you!”
Is three million that much?
When had he ever spent less than three million on a woman?
Ni Yang laughed: “If our paths do not cross, we do not become conspirators, Mr. Song, if you’ve finished your food, could you leave quickly? 1 plan to take a noon break.”
She refused again!
Ni Yang actually refused him again!
But this time, Song Beicheng wasn’t planning to back down, he didn’t believe that Ni Yang would really give up the three million.
Song Beicheng stood up, faced Ni Yang, and spoke slowly, “Miss Ni, I only give one chance, I hope you don’t regret it!”
When his sentence ended, Song Beicheng turned and walked away.
The clear lens of his glasses concealed well all the emotions in his eyes.
Simultaneously, Song Beicheng was silently counting to three in his heart.
He believed that by the time he counted to three, she would definitely call out to stop him!
Because he really knew women too well.
Just as he thought, when he finished counting “2”, Ni Yang caught up with his steps.
“Wait!”
A small smile tugged at Song Beicheng’s lips, he pushed his glasses up and turned to look at Ni Yang. He was about to chide her, but Ni Yang stretched out her hand and spoke before him, “Boss Song, if you can afford a salary of 3..01 million, surely you wouldn’t mind paying the 60 cents for the noodles?”