Chapter 787: Master Zhong, You Are the One Who Eats the Most

Zhong Yi tried very hard to calm down and finally suppressed her anger.

He said slowly: "Huo Xingzhou was also poisoned?"

Wan Jiang nodded: "Yes, Mr. Huo was indeed poisoned. Young Master Sun should not have set up a trap against you on purpose."

Zhong Yi felt a little more balanced psychologically.

After all, Huo Xingzhou was like this too.

"Did he vomit, too? Was he also so mad?"

"That's probably the case with food poisoning. It's just that you consumed a large amount, so it's particularly serious. But the doctor has already said that you'll be fine as long as you rest for a few days. You..."

"I'm going out."

Zhong Yi's face was pale and he was receiving an IV.

He had been tormented all night, and his expression was gloomy, and his face lacked some of its gentle temperament. Instead, he looked even more distant and not easy to provoke.

"Where else are you going?"

"Have you found out where Feng Nanxi and Pei Qian had their blind date?"

"I found out. It's in a newly opened western restaurant in the capital. It's still early now, so they probably haven't arrived yet. They should have met for a blind date at lunch. I've sent someone to keep an eye on them."

Wan Jiang knew that Zhong Yi was investigating Feng Nanxi, so he didn't dare to relax.

"Well, let's go out later. Go to the western restaurant and reserve a seat for me..."

"Are you planning to eat there? The doctor told you to eat light food as Western food is not easy to digest." Wan Jiang looked at him worriedly.

The first day of the new year is not a good day, it always feels unlucky.

But thinking that the Huo family was the same, I felt a lot more balanced.

"I know my limits."

Zhong Yi lay on the bed and spoke slowly.

He didn't feel this bad even when he was injured at the Thirteen Bay Pier. He really wanted to cut Sun Weimeng into pieces after being tortured like this.

"Then you take a rest first, I will let you know after I have arranged everything."

"oh."

…

Three hours later, the Zhong family's Kurinan stopped in front of the new internet-famous restaurant in the capital.

This place requires reservations, and any customers who come in at the last minute will be politely turned away.

Although it is a popular restaurant, it looks high-end and clean, without any smoky atmosphere.

Zhong Yi and Wan Jiang were politely invited in.

The waiter knew the name of the Zhong family. Almost everyone in the imperial capital was discussing that the position of the heir to the Zhong family might fall on Zhong Lingxiao, but ordinary people still did not dare to disrespect the young master of the Zhong family.

That's the resounding Zhong family! They can knock many people down with just a stomp of their feet.

"Please come in, Mr. Zhong. We have reserved a private room for you."

"No, I'll sit in the lobby."

Zhong Yi pointed to the last table near the large glass window. It was more hidden there and would not be noticed unless you looked carefully.

"Okay, no problem. If you have any other requests, please let me know and I'll get you a menu right away."

"Thank you."

Zhong Yi moves very slowly. He didn't use a wheelchair when he went out today, and he didn't look good after the rough morning.

Wan Jiang followed behind him and said softly, "Master, how about I help you?"

"No, I can still walk."

Just walk slower.

Wan Jiang didn't dare to say anything more after hearing this, because it would be very difficult to appease this ancestor when he got angry.

Zhong Yi's expression was indifferent, and if you looked closely you could see a hint of indifference.

He was suffering from illness and was not in a good mood. But he was not a bloodthirsty and arrogant person. People who were not familiar with him could not see it. At most, they thought he was just not talkative.

Wan Jiang moved the chair away and let him sit down.

Then sit on the other side.

The waiter brought the menu quickly and poured them each a glass of lemonade.

"Mr. Zhong, let me introduce you to our restaurant's signature dishes. The customers all say they are delicious. Let's start with this one..."

“Do you have porridge?”

"What?" The waiter was stunned.

Zhong Yi raised his head and asked again, "Do you have any white porridge?"

The waiter heard it clearly this time, "You mean white porridge?"

"Well, I want to eat something light today, can you make it?"

"Yes! Of course! Just tell me and I'll have it!"

The waiter was shocked but nodded.

"Can you make a few more side dishes?"

“Sure, sure!”

This is the first time I've heard of people eating white porridge in a western restaurant after opening the restaurant for so long.

But who can make him like it? He can agree to any request. Even if he wants to eat donkey rolls in a western restaurant, he can satisfy it.

The waiter left quickly and told the chef about Zhong Yi's request. The chef wanted to curse at her, but when he heard that the other party was the young master of the Zhong family, he immediately stopped.

These young masters are so willful!

If you want to drink white porridge, why go to a western restaurant? There are plenty of porridge restaurants outside. He had to use all his skills to cook this pot of white porridge, otherwise what would he do if that young master Zhong got upset and overturned their western restaurant?

The small clay pot was used to cook porridge made from the best rice.

The only skill in making porridge is to master the heat. The most important thing is the side dishes. The chef really racked his brains to make six side dishes, some refreshing, some sour and some spicy, some soft and some hard. The main thing is that he doesn't know what kind of flavor this young master Zhong likes.

"Okay, the food will be served soon. Please don't keep our distinguished guests waiting for too long."

"yes."

…

In the restaurant lobby, Wan Jiang asked the waiter to replace his favorite glass of lemonade with boiled water.

"Mr. Zhong, please drink less lemonade now."

Wan Jiang said as he looked outside: "Here they are! They are coming!"

Two luxury cars arrived outside one after another. Pei Qian walked into the western restaurant first without any gentlemanly manners. He did not even think about going to see Miss Feng behind. There seemed to be other people in the Pei family's luxury car. Maybe it was the elders of the family who came to supervise the blind date.

The two young people entered the western restaurant one after another and chose a table near the front. The tables were separated by green plants, which were barely visible.

The soundproofing is not very good.

Pei Qian was sitting facing the entrance of the western restaurant with his back to Zhong Yi.

Feng Nanxi was sitting opposite him.

The little girl was lively and lovely, with bright eyes and a charming look. She looked pretty, but she was very young.

She didn't dress up at all and came with her bare face, a pair of black-framed glasses covering most of her face.

She was wearing a loose, casual coat and her hair was tied up casually.

She sat down, leaned back in her chair and looked through the menu of the western restaurant.

He didn't even look at Pei Qian much.

Pei Qian was a well-known playboy in the capital, and was surrounded by many beautiful women, including many innocent college students. The first time he saw such an unkempt girl, his handsome face became even darker.

He said unhappily, "Hey! Do you have the manners to put on makeup when meeting guests?"

Feng Nanxi put the menu down, raised her wide glasses, looked at him and said, "You don't know my name? Who are you feeding? Your upbringing is not that good."

Good fellow.

The first time I saw someone on a blind date, I started moaning from the first sentence.

Wan Jiang couldn't help but prick up his ears to listen to what kind of verbal sniping was going on next door.