kidnapping case
A good multiple-choice question was turned into a short-answer question for this unruly internet celebrity.
Hu Hanyu stood at the counter according to the store's rules, supporting himself on the chopping board with both hands, listening to the store manager relay Zheng Cheng's request. He was much taller than the store manager and had to bend down to hear clearly.
"For a crappy internet celebrity, you give me two pieces of prawns. If you dare to use too much miso soup, you'll be fired." The stingy store manager's facial features were wrinkled like dried plums, but he didn't dare to get angry at Zheng Cheng, so he could only take it out on Hu Hanyu.
"He's not a mediocre internet celebrity. He understands Japanese cuisine and can't be fooled." Hu Hanyu glanced at the booth from a distance and happened to meet Zheng Cheng's eyes. "Don't worry, the miso soup is free."
"I bet the manager was probably scolding us. He looked so grim when he left." Xiao Ming had developed a fondness for the sushi he'd eaten. He even felt sympathy for the manager as he watched him from behind. "Brother Cheng, the fish can still be cut, but how can we salvage the miso soup?"
"I didn't ask you to save me, why are you asking so many questions?" Zheng Cheng actually knew that the room for miso soup lies in the broth. For the sake of efficiency, the store only uses pre-made miso with kelp. If you want to make it fancy, you have to use your brain.
Hu Hanyu walked from the counter to the kitchen, holding something wrapped in kitchen paper. His expression was unclear due to the mask he wore, but his gait didn't betray any heaviness.
Could it be that he really had a plan? Or was he just feigning composure? Zheng Cheng licked his lips, a hint of excitement rising in his eyes.
If it's done well, he enjoys the meal; if it's done poorly, he enjoys scolding me. Either way, it's a win-win situation.
After all, Zheng Cheng is not the child of an ordinary businessman. When the Zheng family does business, they always win, and a win-win situation is the best.
Hu Hanyu, let’s see what other tricks you have.
While he was thinking, a bowl of steaming miso soup fell on the table. Seeing the shrimp tentacles floating out of the soup, Zheng Cheng guessed what Hu Hanyu had done.
The broth, made with shrimp heads, was, as expected, freshened up with the scraps of shrimp from earlier. It wasn't anything new, so Zheng Cheng offered it to Xiao Ming. He took a sip with a spoon, and his eyes lit up.
"Huh?" He even took a second bite in shock, then tried to pick up the bowl and drink.
"Hey, I haven't drunk yet!" Zheng Cheng originally didn't plan to move, but Xiao Ming had followed him for so long and had seen the world, so he was somewhat curious to see him like this.
As soon as he took a sip, Zheng Cheng felt as if his heart had been grabbed and stopped for a beat.
The miso soup itself was indeed delicious. In addition to the freshness of the seafood, the miso he prepared had become soft and smooth as if by magic. But this was not the reason why Zheng Cheng was surprised.
There was a strange smell in the seasoning, not obvious, but it was engraved in Zheng Cheng's mind. He had only tasted this taste once in his life.
The time when he was in a kitchen, starving to the point of losing his mind.
From birth, the Zheng family's children were destined to become the heirs of the Yuanlv Group. They were sent around the world to receive elite education, laying the foundation for Forsythe's global expansion.
The Forsythes in the United States and Australia have already taken shape. Sisi is still young, so Zheng Yuan and Chen Min each took Zheng Lu and Zheng Miao to settle down in the local area, while Zheng Cheng went to Tokyo alone with his servants and bodyguards.
Just as the bodyguard went to the bathroom, Zheng Cheng, who had come out of the private school early, was forcibly taken away by a black car.
Why me? Zheng Cheng didn't understand. His schedule was packed every day, and he performed brilliantly in every area, from language and sports to etiquette and talent.
The only thing he did wrong was that someone called him "Young Master" just now and he turned around.
He was locked in a dark warehouse without any light for two days. On the third day, someone dragged him out, weak and thrown into a kitchen.
He had only drunk a few sips of water in two days and was so weak that he couldn't open his eyes. Someone fed him something one mouthful at a time with a spoon.
At first he tried to refuse, but his body's hunger signals and survival instinct took away his reason. He was like a baby bird that had not yet opened its eyes. He sucked in small sips at first, and then kept his mouth open, eagerly waiting for the spoon to feed him.
It was miso soup. The mild sweetness filled his stomach and the warmth spread to every part of his body. At that moment, he seemed to have been freed from his fear.
After drinking this bowl of soup, Zheng Cheng had the last good sleep of his life.
When he woke up again, he was in the hospital. The servants, relatives and housekeeper who rushed there anxiously said that he had never been to any restaurant and was sent there by the police after the ransom was paid.
It's impossible. Although Zheng Cheng couldn't open his eyes at that time, he could clearly hear the names of dishes announced by the person delivering the food from the kitchen and the banging of dishes.
He didn't think he was dreaming. At least the taste of this bowl of miso soup was not something that a young master like him who had never been in the kitchen could imagine.
After recovering, Zheng Cheng traveled back and forth to Tokyo's business district countless times and tried all the high-end restaurants, but he couldn't find any trace of that bowl of miso soup.
Was it really a dream? The fog of doubt tried to tamper with his memory. Before he dropped out of school, he had already decided to give up.
But now, the answer appeared before him. It came from someone he had hated for a whole year.
How is that possible?
"Brother Cheng, what's wrong?" Seeing Zheng Cheng's face turn pale after just one sip of soup, Xiao Ming was scared: Is he allergic to something? Brother Cheng is picky about food, but I haven't heard of him having any dietary restrictions.
"Call him over." Zheng Cheng lowered his voice and managed to keep his tone steady.
The manager was frightened and dragged Hu Hanyu away from the counter while cursing, attracting the attention of the surrounding diners towards the booth.
Hu Hanyu walked over slowly as before, glanced at Zheng Cheng, glanced at Xiao Ming, and then glanced at the store manager.
"Do you want more? There's more in the pot." He asked calmly.
?
Is this person blind? Cheng-ge has become several shades whiter than before, almost transparent. It's obvious that he doesn't have enough to drink.
"You..." Xiao Ming slammed the table.
"Okay." Zheng Cheng said.
?
Yan Xiaoming stared at Zheng Cheng's expression. He had been following Zheng Cheng since he started his career, filming and editing videos. He must have seen Zheng Cheng's face more than 800 times a day, but he had never seen him show this kind of expression. It was as if he had been punched and hadn't recovered yet.
To be fair, the miso soup was very good. After all, miso soup is not the kind of tonic Cantonese stew that requires high-quality ingredients. It is mainly for warming the stomach and relieving greasiness. If I have to find fault, apart from the ingredients, there is really nothing to complain about.
Could it be that Zheng Cheng's expression, which resembles shock, means: shocking deliciousness?
So what? It's just miso soup.
"Thank you, I'm very satisfied. I'll have the chef bring it to me later, so you don't have to come." Zheng Cheng smiled at the store manager, "Let me calculate the bill. My assistant will go to the cashier to settle it."
The store manager still stayed there and Zheng Cheng knew what he was waiting for, so he asked Xiao Ming to promise to post a status with a picture. Only then did the store manager take Xiao Ming to the front desk to check out.
Zheng Cheng actually hasn't recovered from the shock yet.
He had been searching for it for so many years that Zheng Liu laughed at him and said he was like Zhu Yuanzhang looking for the "Pearl Jade White Jade Soup".
Now the facts are in front of us: the bowl of miso soup really exists. The restaurant also really exists, and Hu Hanyu is actually related to the truth.
Before this meal, he was just the owner of the shop [Shari (Closed)] lying in his review favorites, and was occasionally brought up and scolded.
"Where did you learn this skill?" Zheng Cheng asked when Hu Hanyu brought the soup to the table.
"Japan." Hu Hanyu replied.
nonsense.
"Where in Japan?"
Hu Hanyu looked at him steadily, but did not intend to answer.
Business secrets? Zheng Cheng was displeased and asked another question: "How old are you?"
Hu Hanyu raised his eyebrows but said nothing.
You can't even tell me your age? So arrogant? Zheng Cheng couldn't help but sarcastically ask, "Why? Madam, your age is a secret?"
"No, I'm 23 this year." Hu Hanyu finally answered. Even through the mask, one could feel him smiling.
23. He was only 15 years old 8 years ago.
"Take off your mask." Zheng Cheng said.
Hu Hanyu remained motionless, with no emotion in his eyes, just looking at Zheng Cheng.
"What? You look familiar, and I just want to see your face. Is that so difficult?" His reaction really annoyed Zheng Cheng. I'm an internet celebrity, I haven't said anything yet.
The black mask slowly slid from his nose to his chin, and Zheng Cheng finally saw the lower half of his face. Unexpectedly, Hu Hanyu had sharp eyebrows, single eyelids, and smiling lips. He smiled at him, a little shyly.
It’s not quite the same as I remember.
When he was turned away at the door of the relic, Zheng Cheng remembered that this man was ruthless. Now, the person in front of him seemed to have become a monk and was very calm.
What about before that? When you were 12, did you see this person?
Zheng Cheng looked carefully at the young man in front of him, trying to dig out something from his vague and scattered memories, but he felt dizzy instead.
"Hu Hanyu." I didn't expect him to take the initiative to give his name.
"Hmm?" Rubbing his eyebrows, Zheng Cheng looked at him puzzledly.
The smiling lips pulled upwards again: "I guess you're going to ask what my name is next."
I knew it earlier. Zheng Cheng turned his head away and said, "You are being sentimental."
Hu Hanyu pulled his mask back on and put it on properly. "We have sesame pudding for dessert. Do you want some? It doesn't taste very good, but it looks cute."
"No." He spoke in a very familiar manner, so Zheng Cheng asked another question, "Do you know me?"
Hu Hanyu didn't say anything. He took out his mobile phone from his pocket and started typing. Then he stretched the screen in front of Zheng Cheng. Zheng Cheng's D-Station account appeared on the screen. He clicked the follow button next to it.
"Now we know each other." said Hu Hanyu.
???
Do you need to pay attention?
Is it missing your attention?
Who wants your attention?!
My number is dirty.
After paying the bill, Xiao Ming returned to his seat and saw Zheng Cheng's face turn from pale to dark, and he felt panicked.
"Brother Cheng, what's wrong? Did he bully you?" Xiao Ming put down the receipt and mobile phone, ready to vent his anger on Zheng Cheng.
Zheng Cheng shook his head and stood up with a sullen look on his face: "Let's go, Zhou Min will drive over to pick us up."
Did he really leave? Xiao Ming looked back at Hu Hanyu at the counter. He was concentrating on cleaning the countertop. His movements were professional and skillful, and there was nothing unusual to see.
The rain had subsided by then, and Xiao Ming still wanted to ride his motorcycle by himself, but Zheng Cheng pushed him into Zhou Min's Cayenne.
"Let's talk about it later. It's still raining. Do you think you're not wet enough?" Zheng Cheng muttered as he sat in the passenger seat. He took out a disposable bath towel and tossed it to Xiao Ming in the back seat. "Wipe it off. Don't catch a cold."
"Why are you so disheveled?" Zhou Min glanced at Zheng Cheng's wet hair, started the Cayenne and drove off. He made a call inside the car, "Miss Xu, it's me. Zheng Cheng and I will be back to Maoming in ten minutes. They've been caught in the rain. Get ready."
"Don't mention it! This morning's incident is all his fault." Zheng Cheng pointed at Xiao Ming in the back seat.
It's impossible not to mention it, Zheng Cheng has been holding it in for a long time.
Along the way, he vividly described to Zhou Min the blunder of the day: he went to "Let's Talk", met Hu Hanyu, and was forced to pay attention to by him. He was full of passion and talked nonsense, and Xiao Ming almost laughed to death in the back seat.
"I'm really impressed! He makes me feel like I'm begging him to follow me. He's even ruined my account." After taking a look at a system-default account name in the latest follow-ups, Zheng Cheng really wanted to block it immediately.
But of course, he didn't.
The kidnapping case of the third young master of the Zheng family ended with the payment of a ransom. As the crime was committed across borders, the police investigation was at a standstill. It was not until two years ago that they had sufficient evidence to apprehend the kidnapper, officially concluding the case.
There was no hot search at that time. The case that was widely reported in the print media faded from the public eye after Zheng Cheng returned to China. The news of the trial of the kidnapping case of the third son of the Zheng family did not make any waves either.
After the kidnapping, the Zheng family gave up their Japanese business and reopened it in Brisbane, still making a fortune. Now that the criminal has been apprehended, it can be said that it is a happy ending for everyone.
Everyone returned to normal except Zheng Cheng.
Ever since he learned that the police had arrested the suspect, he has been unable to sleep normally.
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