Chapter 2323 - 1930: Mr. Yang’s Face-Saving

Chapter 2323: Chapter 1930: Mr. Yang’s Face-Saving

The things in the trunk urged Mr. Yang to rush home, but unfortunately, Song Tan didn’t want to stay at the villa.

He was quite annoyed by this: this villa area was purchased earlier, and once he got used to living here, he came often.

It’s just that the development was early, the area isn’t large, there’s no dedicated guest building, making it inconvenient to entertain guests now!

Oh well!

After settling the guests in the hotel, the couple got back in the car, urging each other to hurry, the accelerator was almost sparking.

President Liu kept glancing at the rear seat:

"Why are there so many cars on the road even when it’s not a holiday? If it’s delayed any further, the meat will thaw."

He sighed again: "When can we eat vegetables? I can’t eat meat anymore; I’ve got meat around my belly."

He reached out and pinched, and there was quite a large bulge around the waist of his silk shirt.

That’s right! Mr. Yang mumbled along: At his age, eating meat leads to constipation easily, and he might have hemorrhoids again later.

But...

But he still has to eat!

So he said: "Quickly call the chef and let him know to prepare everything in advance at the very least as a balanced mix of meat and vegetables!"

After receiving the call, the chef was silent for quite a while before responding.

The talk was very health-oriented: balanced meals, dietary fat reduction, intestinal lubrication, easing dryness... You two better eat!

Take lunch’s pickled cabbage, for example, known euphemistically as a slow-flow pairing.

But actually, if there was pickled cabbage with minced meat, the rest of the dishes on the table wouldn’t be touched, and the two would finish a meal with a few bowls of rice each.

That’s just pointless garnish on the table, making it more of a dilemma.

And about what the boss said, something about chicken, duck, lamb on the way, asking the chef to prepare in advance... prepare what exactly? The chef needs to see the meat to know what to cook, right?

He thought about it for a long time, and in the end, ended up sharpening the knife again.

As for Mr. Yang, he rushed back home in a hurry, and urgently arranged with the assistant:

"Fetch a more formal car from the garage, and for the next few days, accompany President Song and follow their instructions; you can charge my card for whatever catches their eye."

This is the treatment for top partners and close associates.

The assistant nodded:

"I’m alone, and if tasks are split, I might not manage them all; perhaps it’d be better to arrange another driver?"

Mr. Yang waved his hand: "Arrange it as you see fit. By the way, I told them we’re having dinner at home tonight, go ahead and wait there with the car."

The assistant nodded in agreement but hesitated, thinking about Vice President Chen who hadn’t returned:

"With some business now stuck at Vice President Chen’s end, remote handling is quite inconvenient. He’s been out working on projects for a while, should we prompt him?"

Prompt?

Mr. Yang couldn’t be bothered even to speak; is prompting him going to bring him back?

But how to say, he hasn’t enjoyed it himself, and the other side can taste this and eat that, with fresh fruits and vegetables at hand, seemingly quite contented.

This made him feel sour in his heart, why so uncomfortable?

Mr. Yang said seriously: "The group’s business is more important, so go ahead and prompt."

Hmph, nobody will eat more than I do!

...

Meanwhile at the hotel, having gained insight in the luxurious hotel filled with luxury brands, Song Tan lay back on the bed and remarked:

"Still not as comfortable as your place."

Of course!

Despite being luxury brands, Prince Pea even has silk bedding, making lying down feel completely different.

She looked at Lun Chuan: "Will you sleep well like this? Did you bring a bedsheet?"

Lun Chuan laughed: "I’m not that delicate anymore."

Impossible?

Song Tan pulled over his warm, hot palm with distinct articulations and opened it, seeing two obvious red marks on the palm — carried the suitcase too hard. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

Her soft fingertips touched the palm, and Lun Chuan grasped it backhand: "Don’t worry about this, I’m very healthy now, and that’s more important than any other detail."

Especially after learning that another colleague had gotten sick.

Even Qin Yun and He Kuang sighed repeatedly in the group:

Previously thinking it was so unwise to leave the city for love and return to secluded villages.

But just this year, several colleagues had gotten sick or unexpectedly passed away.

Currently, with the aches from various occupational ailments hard to ignore, they just hate that their kids still need schooling; otherwise, they really want to live in the countryside!

There’s a slight cool feeling across Lun Chuan’s palm, knowing without looking that the red marks will fade soon—Tantan has become more daring in this aspect.

He helplessly let go, changing the subject:

"The exhibition opens next month, but it’s raining nonstop now. What vegetables and fruits should we prepare to bring then?"

Quite a lot, right?

If undemanding about the variety, things like yardlong beans, greens, pumpkins, winter melons can be bundled up.

There are more fruits, from fragrant small chestnuts to bright red persimmons, pomegranates, winter dates, pears, apples, oranges, sweet potatoes, radishes...

Early autumn potatoes can dig up a couple of nests early.

But with all the enthusiasm from Mr. Yang, Song Tan also plans to make it look good to prevent unwarranted suspicion, thus gearing up:

"Tomorrow, we’ll check out the exhibition area and think about arranging it. This year, I want to pick some good pieces, tidy them up like a boutique, and display them vividly."

She couldn’t help but imagine:

"Professor Song said the basic venue has over 80,000 square meters, now it’s expanding, also don’t know how large we can occupy..."

"Hey, do you think if our venue is too far and too large, people will get tired and stop visiting?"

That won’t do!

This matters for Mr. Yang’s reputation, he has to hold up!

Xiaoyang would clear the way for his brother, while Tantan wouldn’t make it hard for those helping her.

Song Tan’s playful idea popped up: "Do you think we can make sugary roasted chestnuts on-site?"

"If not, roast some cumin mini potatoes?"

If all else fails, let them set up a small electric stove, place things like potatoes, chestnuts, sweet potatoes on it, as long as the fragrance wafts out!"

Lun Chuan laughed again.

He knows this is Tantan’s character; she manages things, no matter how awkward, she can casually get through it—

The teacher says this ignore-all external power is quite formidable; it’s unknown how she cultivated it.

But involving someone’s goodwill, she strives to perfect things to alleviate undue pressure.

So he nodded: "We won’t stay here for long, probably not much reference for layout in each venue. Come, let’s look at past exhibition introductions; then combine them for your desired vibrant and bustling arrangements."

Oh yes!

All-Purpose Xiaolu!

The two happily leaned together, holding the tablet, already starting to point out places in past years’ venue videos.