After finishing her sentence, Zhu Qianying turned to leave.
"I didn't buy them. Mr. Luo bought them for me to share with everyone. Sister Shadow, what would you like to eat, potato chips? Or seaweed?"
Upon hearing this, Zhu Qianying strolled back, picked out seaweed from the two bags of snacks Xiaoya handed her, and walked out.
It seems Luo Yifan is quite adept at winning people's hearts. Putting everything else aside, at least everyone in this shop is now on Luo Yifan's side.
As Zhu Qianying stepped out of the office, she immediately saw Luo Yifan sitting at the usual two-person desk.
"Good morning, Uncle Luo!"
"Shadow? When did you get back?"
Luo Yifan seemed surprised to see Zhu Qianying at this time, but aside from his surprise, his expression remained calm.
"I came back the night before last. I was lazy at home yesterday, so I came out to help out today."
"Sit down?"
Luo Yifan stood up and pulled out the chair opposite him.
Zhu Qianying walked over, said thank you, and then sat down.
“I heard from my mom that she’s decided to collaborate with you on the food expo,” Zhu Qianying said bluntly.
"Yes, I just submitted the registration form yesterday, and now I can't back out!" Luo Yifan said with a smile.
Zhu Qianying pretended not to know anything, looking surprised, "Going back on your word? Who wants to go back on their word, Uncle Luo?"
Luo Yifan glanced instinctively towards the kitchen. "Didn't your mom say anything?"
Zhu Qianying looked completely bewildered. "What did you say?"
“I had a huge fight with your mom yesterday! No, I’ve been fighting with her for the past two days. Your mom is probably going crazy with me.”
Luo Yifan was indeed self-aware; however, judging from his calm and smiling expression, he was merely stating the facts without showing any remorse.
Zhu Qianying gave him a thumbs-up, half-jokingly.
"Uncle Luo, you're amazing! My mom has such a good temper. I've never seen her lose her temper much in my life. How did you manage to drive her crazy?"
Luo Yifan laughed, "Are you praising me or blaming me?"
Zhu Qianying smiled as well, "What do you think?"
This is really a matter of opinion.
My mom is furious right now, and probably doesn't even want to see Luo Yifan.
But from a certain perspective, being able to easily stir up emotions in someone, even anger, is a welcome thing.
Whether it was praise or blame, Zhu Qianying didn't say for sure, and Luo Yifan didn't ask further.
Zhu Qianying believes that those who understand will understand.
As for the specific content of the argument between Luo Yifan and Chen Jing, Luo Yifan didn't mention it at all, and Zhu Qianying naturally didn't ask.
Although she was also gossipy and curious, they were all adults after all. Even though they were mother and daughter, there were some things that her mother had to be allowed to keep secret.
However, even if neither her mother nor Luo Yifan said anything, Zhu Qianying deduced from Xiaoya's words that Luo Yifan was pointing fingers at her mother when she tried the new dish, and unfortunately, his opinions were things that her mother found completely unconstructive, which is why her mother got angry.
“Shadow, when you’re going to R City, remember to let me know. I’ll take you to my restaurant to try my cooking skills.”
This wasn't the first time Luo Yifan had mentioned his family and career to Zhu Qianying; his intentions couldn't be clearer.
“Okay, as long as my mom is free, my son and I are basically free on Saturdays and Sundays.”
Zhu Qianying's meaning was also very clear: whether to go or not was not up to her, but up to her mother.
"I always hear you guys mention Zizai, but I never get to see him," Luo Yifan said regretfully.
"When the time is right, we'll meet again," Zhu Qianying said with a half-serious smile.
Then, Luo Yifan talked about his two sons. His eldest son had just turned twenty-six and was only two or three months older than Zhu Qianying. He was now helping him manage his business. His second son was twenty-four and was studying abroad, but he would soon graduate and return to China.
Zhu Qianying simply listened, occasionally interjecting with a few harmless remarks.
Then, Luo Yifan mentioned his wife, who had passed away from illness several years ago.
It's clear he has deep feelings for his wife. However, he didn't talk much about her.
I don't know if it's because I don't want to mention it, or because I'm afraid Zhu Qianying will be offended if she hears it.
"Sorry, I'm always like this. Once I start talking about family matters, I can't stop. Isn't that boring?"
In response to Luo Yifan's apology, Zhu Qianying smiled and said, "No, I'm quite interested in what you've said."
In fact, Zhu Qianying did not believe his explanation that the gate could not be turned off. She thought he was telling her about his family so that she could gain a deeper understanding of his family.
Zhu Qianying remained noncommittal regarding his initiative.
After all, she didn't have the initiative in this matter.
As they chatted, it was time for the restaurant to open. Luo Yifan finally stood up and said he wanted to go into the kitchen to take a look. Zhu Qianying didn't stop him because he seemed to have received special permission from his mother to freely enter and leave the kitchen.
Watching Luo Yifan walk in, Zhu Qianying turned around and took out her laptop from the office. She sat behind the counter, doing her own work while helping with collecting and settling payments.
The store was bustling with customers as usual, but almost all of them had made online reservations.
Now, almost everyone in L city knows that Jingjing Restaurant is a restaurant where you need to make a reservation online at least a week in advance to get a table.
Customers who want to patronize the restaurant are used to making reservations in advance, and some even order their food online well in advance. As a result, even when Chen Jing is busy, she is busy in an orderly manner and everything is done step by step. It is also because of this that she has free time to study new dishes with Luo Yifan.
"Sir, what table number?"
When Xiaoya greets guests, she usually asks for their table number as soon as she opens her mouth, saving herself from some unnecessary questions and answers.
"Table number ten!"
"Okay, sir, you've reserved a table for two. Please follow me!"
Xiaoya led the people to the table, had them sit down, and then used her iPad to verify the information with the guests. She then beckoned other waiters to come and attend to the two guests, while she herself turned around to attend to the guests who came in through the door.
Whether it was her imagination or not, Zhu Qianying felt that one of the two guests who had just entered table number ten had a vague sense of familiarity about his back.
But the man was wearing a hat and had his back to her, so she wasn't sure for a moment.
I turned on the computer and found the information for the guest at table number ten, Mr. Huo, who made a reservation a week ago.
Entering Mr. Huo's information into the search bar revealed that this was Mr. Huo's third visit.
So Zhu Qianying felt a little relieved. After all, people can be similar and things can have similarities. She just thought that she was overthinking it.
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