Chapter 2322 - 1929: The Cold-Hearted President Liu

Chapter 2322: Chapter 1929: The Cold-Hearted President Liu

The two of them made their plans, finally buying train tickets to Qin City.

Song Tan hesitated for a moment: "Can we bring a lamb on the high-speed rail?"

It’s always raining; some fresh lamb to ward off the chill would be nice.

Lun Chuan quickly understood her point: "Alive? No way."

Oh.

Since that’s the case, Song Tan straightforwardly asked the Chen Xi brothers to slaughter a lamb, a chicken, and a duck, and freeze them right away.

Although cold-chain transportation is available anytime, people are strange like that; the feeling of bringing things personally is different from having them delivered by mail.

Luckily, Xiaoyang had already gone back to school, or he’d surely be wailing upon seeing Mr. Yang indulge in these delicacies.

Sigh! Wonder how Qiaoqiao is adjusting. She overheard Wu Lan calling last night but didn’t say much.

While preparing fussily, time passed quickly.

...

Meanwhile, in Qin City, Mr. Yang was wearing a suit and tie early in the morning, admiring himself in the mirror for a while before asking President Liu:

"Does this look too distant, too formal?"

President Liu, while applying lipstick, found the initial color too heavy and, after some contemplation, chose a nude pink shade, giving herself one final glance:

"Am I too overdressed with high heels for a humble rural entrepreneur?"

The couple exchanged glances, unanimously deciding to change their outfits again—not quite right, another change.

By the time they chose their clothes, it was already lunch.

The chef performed as usual, but before he knew it, as soon as the housekeeper served the dishes, President Yang said: "Give me a smaller bowl."

Hm?

The housekeeper paused, and President Liu similarly added: "Give me something less filling."

Chef: ...

He gloomily picked up the knife again, eventually preparing a cold potato salad with beef and vegetable salad.

As the couple chewed on salad leaves, they sighed, "When can we ever taste fresh vegetables?"

President Liu sighed even more.

Xiaoyang mentioned the inn’s owner enjoyed the Song Family’s lettuce, making a huge bowl of salad every day!

If she stayed there, there’d be no need to manage her figure; she’d definitely slim down.

The kid promised to book her a room, but it never happened because the enterprise was so annoying with non-stop issues!

The couple eagerly anticipated the afternoon, while in the kitchen, the staff gathered, looking at the untouched abundance of meals, feeling delighted.

They had heard of the exclusive ingredients the boss procured, rumored to be incredibly delicious, wondering when they’d ever get to taste them!

Surprisingly, they managed to experience it today.

Rich people have such picky tastes; they tire quickly of delicacies.

The chef explained, "There aren’t that many; the boss plans to save them for gradual consumption. Today only the sauerkraut is made into fried rice."

While speaking, he scooped rice into a soup bowl, creating the appearance of being a glutton with a healthy appetite.

The chef ate plenty, but for others, it was their first chance, filled with curiosity:

Is it logical to eat exclusive dishes as sauerkraut? They must have indulged in countless delicacies! Only now do they crave something special.

Everyone sighed heavily.

Admittedly, this sour fried rice, with its tantalizingly spicy hint, was truly mouth-watering.

Therefore, everyone cautiously served themselves a small bowl, deciding to savor the good dishes afterward—

Wow, wow, wow, the dish tastes incredible; why didn’t anyone inform them? There’s not enough fried rice for a few bites!

Some of the strong male workers quickly devoured their portion, cheeks stuffed like chipmunks, and already started on their second bowl.

Slow eaters wishing to maintain their health tried to start with vegetables first. Unfortunately, they hadn’t finished chewing the leaves before others have started gobbling furiously, making them anxious!

"Pass me another bowl!"

Only the chef sat gleefully with a soup bowl in hand, sighing:

When things weren’t busy, President Yang would go back to their permanent villa with ample space, employees had their quarters too, and this big bowl of rice could hide half a bowl...

Fortunately, now he leisurely savored it, every bit enjoyable.

...

In the afternoon, the couple waited at the high-speed rail station for a while before seeing Song Tan and Lun Chuan—they truly stood out!

While traveling, Song Tan’s attire was organized by Lun Chuan, no longer the fluorescent outdoor jackets and tall boots she used to wear.

If not for the two 28-inch old suitcases looking somewhat cumbersome, she genuinely looked picture-ready.

But Song Tan commented that the suitcases were intentionally chosen as old ones, stuffed to bring along, not to be taken back.

After all, they were used for nearly ten years, the zippers were struggling; further use could snap a wheel off the curb with a loud clatter.

President Liu greeted enthusiastically, then murmured to Mr. Yang, "Glad I don’t have such big suitcases, otherwise it wouldn’t fit in the photo nicely..."

Before finishing her sentence, Song Tan and Lun Chuan approached, smiling at her:

"President Liu? Xiaoyang kept mentioning you, saying you particularly loved our hand cream, so I brought extra this time..."

Seeing President Yang again, his cordial hospitality seemed inherited! Xiaoyang always had this vibrant enthusiasm, prompting Song Tan to say:

"Glad you both came over; the suitcase is stuffed, not many ice packs. Taking longer would thaw the meat—not sure if refreezing them is advisable. Should we notify the chef in advance for dinner?"

What what what?

What are these delightful words? Every word smells enticing!

Mr. Yang was already in ecstasy, rambling: "How could we possibly refuse? But won’t they thaw?"

His happiness mirrored Xiaoyang’s appearance so much!

Song Tan couldn’t help but laugh, "Brought a lamb, a chicken, a duck, some tea, and wine."

Additionally...

She hesitated: "Xiaoyang said his grandfather smokes, though not much, our tobacco is popular, so I brought some as well. But they need to be rolled manually..."

Oh well, who cares!

Upon hearing about the lamb, chicken, and duck, Mr. Yang cared about nothing else but diligently opening the trunk, fussily attempting to lift the 28-inch suitcase upward.

But inside lay hard, frozen meat, a sudden slack in his hand as Lun Chuan smoothly took it over, effortlessly placing the two suitcases in the car.

Visibly, the car sagged a bit from the weight.

Song Tan squeezed his palm, "Oh! Don’t do such heavy lifting, let me handle it."

President Liu: ...

Xiaosong was wonderful, but she pampered men too much! How could that be right!

Yet, observing Lun Chuan’s face—especially with President Yang nearby, craning his neck, attempting to see into the suitcase with x-ray vision.

Fine.

Coldly reflecting: It’s okay for a woman to occasionally cherish a charming guy!

Sigh! What did she see in Mr. Yang back then?