It was afternoon when the plane arrived in Country M.
It is a rare good weather in winter, with blue sky, white clouds and warm sunshine.
Before leaving, Song Nanwu contacted Mo Qiudong. When she walked out with the crowd, she saw him and Qianji with silly and innocent smiles on their faces.
"Doctor Tang, my friend is here to pick me up." Looking at Tang Beiye, Song Nanwu said in a calm voice.
Glancing at Mo Qiudong and Qianji, Tang Beiye smiled and said, "My pick-up person hasn't arrived yet. Goodbye, Miss Hongchen."
"Goodbye." Song Nanwu said and walked towards Mo Qiudong and Qianji.
"Ah, Nanwu, I miss you so much." Qianji ran up and gave Song Nanwu a warm hug.
Mo Qiudong followed closely behind and looked at Song Nanwu, "Ah, Boss, I missed you too. Hug me."
"Get out." Qianji kicked Mo Qiudong away as he opened his arms to hug her.
Mo Qiudong felt a little pain from being kicked. He glanced at Qianji and said angrily, "The real murderer, the tigress."
Qianji didn't bother to pay attention to him. She looked at Song Nanwu with a bright smile on her face and took her arm. "Nanwu, you must be hungry after sitting on the plane for such a long time. Do you want to eat something? I brought some buns."
Song Nanwu, who never refused to eat, was about to say yes when she heard Mo Qiudong's voice, "Do you know if there are in-flight meals on the plane? And Boss, you must not eat them. Her dark cuisine will cause food poisoning."
Dark cuisine, Song Nanwu inexplicably thought of her brother Yao’s cooking skills and fell silent.
After spending too much time in the 21st century, people have become more picky.
Qianji glared at Mo Qiudong and looked at Song Nanwu, "Boss, don't listen to his nonsense. I've taken so many cooking classes, so there's absolutely no problem. It's definitely delicious. I worked hard for two hours to make these Chinese buns just for you."
Song Nanwu looked at her and couldn't refuse, "Okay, thank you."
Hearing this, Mo Qiudong looked at Song Nanwu sympathetically and said, "Boss, you'd better take care of yourself."
The three of them walked out of the airport. Tang Beiye stood still and watched Song Nanwu's figure walking farther and farther away leisurely.
Someone came over, a man from Country M in a suit and tie. He looked at Tang Beiye, nodded respectfully, and said, "It's from the Red Wolf Mercenary Group."
"I know." Tang Beiye curled his lips, his eyes dark and unclear, and he chuckled, "Oh, it's really unexpected, but it's getting more and more interesting."
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Mo Qiudong came by car. As soon as Song Nanwu sat in the car, Qianji handed her the buns and looked at her expectantly.
Under such a scorching gaze, Song Nanwu slowly picked up one and started eating it.
It was just as Mo Qiudong said, a dark dish, with a hard skin and salty meat filling with an indescribable taste, comparable to Jian Yao's cooking skills.
"Boss, how is it? Is it delicious?" Qianji asked eagerly.
Song Nanwu glanced at her and continued chewing without changing his expression. "Didn't you taste it?"
Qianji shook her head and said, "I only made five. I can't bear to taste them."
What a sincere heart.
Song Nanwu took another bite of the bun and said, "You still have room for improvement."
"So it tastes pretty good, hahaha." Qianji couldn't help laughing.
Song Nanwu didn't say anything, but ate the buns silently, reminding herself that it was shameful to waste food.
When Qianji gave the buns to Song Nanwu, Mo Qiudong would occasionally look at her through the rearview mirror. Seeing her eating with such a well-behaved look and quite relish, he couldn't help but say, "Boss, let me try one."
He didn't believe that Qianji, a master of cooking, could make buns successfully just by watching a few videos online.
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