Cooking Gourmet Meals in the Apocalypse

Chapter 95: Chapter 92: The Young Master is in for a Hard Time

Captain Lu did not go. Instead, he declined Song Yiguo’s invitation and checked into the hotel next door, arranged by Vice General Du.

This was an ordinary wealthy district, and they could easily run into the Military Brigade Commander while eating.

If they ran into him and a fight broke out, they would be at a serious disadvantage.

After all, the man was a Military Brigade Commander.

He didn’t mind taking a loss himself, but he absolutely couldn’t let his brothers suffer because of him.

Until he was completely certain he could defeat the Military Brigade Commander, it was better to be prudent and keep his distance.

After all... when it came to revenge, the timing didn’t matter. The only thing to fear was never getting the chance to claim it.

Meng Hu was left in Vice General Du’s care for now. After all, a massive creature appearing in the National Capital Restaurant would frighten people.

Chen Xing walked toward the restaurant’s main hall alone.

The doorman saw she was dressed in plain, torn clothes. His fawning expression vanished as he asked, "Miss, are you looking for someone?"

He didn’t dare be too insolent. After all, anyone who could get into the National Capital Safety Zone was no ordinary person.

Even if she was nothing special, she might have latched onto some big shot. It wouldn’t be good to offend her.

"I’m looking for Song Yiguo!" Chen Xing paid little mind to the change in his expression.

’The world was a big place. If she got worked up over every little thing like this, she’d probably die of anger.’

’Besides, her current attire really wasn’t suited for such an upscale restaurant.’

’She had considered changing on the way over, but it was inconvenient with all the men in the car, so she’d just come as she was.’

The doorman: "..."

He almost thought he was hearing things!

After a moment, he asked with a tremor in his voice, "Are you looking for the young master of the Song Family, from General Song’s household?" His tone was suddenly much more complimentary, and his face broke into a fawning smile.

He smiled so hard that wrinkles formed around his eyes, afraid she might not see it.

’To use Song Yiguo’s full name so casually?’

’He couldn’t even begin to guess her identity.’

Chen Xing nodded, unfazed by his complete change in attitude.

"This way, miss!" The doorman bowed a full ninety degrees, made an inviting gesture, and then led the way.

’No matter where she came from, she wasn’t someone he could afford to offend.’

He wracked his brain, trying to recall if his tone had offended her in any way. Thinking back to his initial attitude, he wanted to slap himself.

All he could do was lead the way with even more meticulous flattery, right up to a man in a suit standing at the entrance to a private room. "Mr. Liu, this young lady is looking for Young Master Song!"

Secretary Liu, who wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses, gave Chen Xing a genteel once-over, then immediately bowed and extended his hand. "Miss Chen Xing, a pleasure. Our young master has been waiting for you for a long time. Please, come in!"

Chen Xing nodded.

Having spoken with Secretary Liu on the phone, she recognized his voice.

Secretary Liu knocked, then pushed the door open, and Chen Xing walked inside.

Song Yiguo had already risen to greet her. "Chen Xing, long time no see!" he said, as enthusiastic as if greeting a friend he had known for ages.

’It hasn’t been that long, has it?’

Chen Xing replied perfunctorily, "Long time no see..."

The doorman: "..." ’I’m a dead man!’

’That’s not how Young Master Song treats an ordinary friend!’

He waited, trembling, until Secretary Liu closed the door, then scurried away dejectedly.

It was a private room of over a hundred square meters, elegantly and comfortably decorated. The dining table was surrounded by lush plants, giving one the distinct feeling of dining in a forest.

This was the first time Chen Xing had ever eaten in such a high-end establishment.

In her past life, she could count the number of times she’d eaten her fill on one hand.

In this life, there was no shortage of supplies, but she hadn’t had the chance to dine in a high-end restaurant.

Judging by Song Yiguo’s condition, his injuries had fully healed; he was even walking normally.

"I’ve been waiting for a chance to repay you for saving my life. Now that you’re here in the Capital City, please let me do the honors as your host. Don’t be a stranger!" Song Yiguo’s formal words were well-spoken.

Chen Xing had already received her payment, so no one could say anything even if he did nothing more.

Still, she played along and nodded. "I won’t."

Even though it was just her and Song Yiguo, she still felt a bit uncomfortable in this sort of setting.

The two chatted a bit about their ordeal in the North Sea, and then the food was served.

Chen Xing: "..." ’All right, then.’

’She had to admit she was out of her element.’

’She couldn’t name a single one of the dishes covering the table.’

’The portions all looked minuscule, barely a mouthful each. She doubted she could even get full.’

"Junxi was supposed to come too, but something held him up. He should be here any minute!" Just as he finished speaking, there was a knock on the door.

The door opened, and Yan Junxi walked in, wearing a face mask and a baseball cap.

He saw that Chen Xing and Song Yiguo were sitting next to each other and paused for a moment before walking to Song Yiguo’s other side and sitting down. "I’m late!"

He’d had to circle around a few extra times to shake off the paparazzi.

Even though it was the apocalypse, people’s love for gossip hadn’t diminished in the slightest.

In fact, since everyone was cooped up with nothing to do, they were even more interested in things like gossip and celebrities.

It had gotten to the point where he didn’t dare go out unless it was absolutely necessary.

"It’s fine," Song Yiguo said, taking Yan Junxi’s cap affectionately. "Paparazzi following you again?"

’Maybe people are too idle living in the safety zone. I’ll have to give those bored paparazzi something to do.’

"Yeah." Yan Junxi took off his mask as well.

He had a healthy complexion and had put on a little weight since she’d last seen him, though it didn’t detract from his good looks in the slightest.

’Of course, to Chen Xing, his handsome face was less appealing than a plate of braised pork.’

"Didn’t you say you weren’t coming to the Capital City? Having second thoughts?" Yan Junxi asked. Song Yiguo was constantly thinking about Chen Xing, and even though Yan Junxi knew it wasn’t about romantic feelings, he couldn’t help but let his imagination run wild.

’It was fine when she wasn’t around, but now that Chen Xing was right in front of him, a sense of crisis washed over him.’

Chen Xing had no idea where Yan Junxi’s hostility came from, but she didn’t really care. "I’m leaving tomorrow."

Vice General Du had just received word that a heavy storm was expected in the afternoon, making it unsafe for their plane to take off. She would have to stay in the Capital City for one night and leave tomorrow.

"You’re really not considering staying in the Capital City?" Song Yiguo asked, a little surprised.

’After seeing the National Capital Safety Zone, who would possibly want to leave?’

’He was sure there wasn’t a safer, more comfortable place in the entire world.’

"Yeah." Chen Xing knew that Song Yiguo’s motive for wanting her to stay was that he valued her abilities.

’But there was no need for her to take that risk.’

’Song Yiguo didn’t know she was from the Research Institute. If he knew she was hiding secrets, his attitude would probably be very different.’

’Their current relationship was built merely on transaction and mutual assistance.’

Seeing Chen Xing’s direct refusal, Song Yiguo didn’t press the issue.

Yan Junxi visibly relaxed.

The meal became much more harmonious after that. The three of them made small talk and ate for nearly two hours.

As the meal was drawing to a close, a woman’s voice suddenly sounded from outside the door. "I heard Brother Guo is in here, so I came over to see him. Could you please let him know? Thank you!"

Her voice sounded young and a bit pampered, but she was polite enough.

"Miss Situ, I’m terribly sorry, but the young master is with a guest and has requested not to be disturbed," came Secretary Liu’s troubled voice.

’How did this young lady find him here?’

’The young master is in for it now!’

"Just go knock and ask! Just say it’s me, Yuanyuan. I’m sure he’ll want to see me!" As expected of someone from a great family, she didn’t lose her temper just because she was being blocked.

Chen Xing watched as Yan Junxi’s expression soured.

He put down his chopsticks, his face filled with rage as he turned to look at Song Yiguo with an aggrieved expression.