Leng Lingxiao pulled Tang Xiaowan out of the front hall, walked through the corridor, and soon came to the kitchen.
The place is filled with a faint scent of wood, and a simple chandelier hangs quietly under the wooden beams. The surrounding walls have been slightly yellowed by time, but they still maintain a neat appearance.
"Wow, this house must be a hundred years old!" Tang Xiaowan couldn't help but sigh, looking at it curiously, and then asked: "There is a refrigerator, will there be anything delicious in it?"
Leng Lingxiao opened the refrigerator door with a smile.
"There are beef, vegetables, fruits, and our family's secret sauce."
Tang Xiaowan: "?"
Leng Lingxiao picked up the clay pot, shook it, and made a crisp sound: "As long as you have this, no matter what dish, it can be turned into a delicious dish."
Upon hearing this, Tang Xiaowan hurriedly came over, "Really? So magical?" She looked at the black powder in the clay pot, suddenly raised her eyebrows and said, "You obviously bought it ready-made and poured it in."
"Nonsense, it's a secret ancestral secret." Leng Lingxiao smiled proudly and said softly: "Okay, now this handsome guy is going to start to perform magic. Welcome classmate Tangtang to watch."
Leng Lingxiao skillfully began to prepare the ingredients.
He took a fresh piece of beef, sliced it thinly, and sprinkled it with a layer of secret sauce. Then, he washed the vegetables and prepared to use the pan to show off his skills in front of Tang Xiaowan.
Tang Xiaowan looked at Leng Lingxiao's busy figure and felt warm in her heart.
She couldn't help but imagine that maybe her grandma was busy in the kitchen like this when she was a child, cooking all kinds of delicious food for her.
"Huahua, thank you."
"What's wrong, so serious all of a sudden?"
"Everything here must have been prepared by you in advance, right? And these ingredients, pots and pans, are all newly bought."
"The ingredients are, but the rest is not."
"What's the meaning?"
"Grandma just bought this house from Wang Jinghui this spring. Some things... he probably processed it himself, especially this kitchen knife. It's obvious at first glance."
"Wang Jinghui?" Tang Xiaowan asked in surprise.
"What's so strange about this? Go out and walk about a hundred meters, and you'll find the pedestrian street. All the shops on the street belong to him."
"So he is the charterer?"
"Yes, almost, hahaha."
As soon as the words fell, Tang Xiaowan's whole brain was running at high speed, about Wang Jinghui, about grandma, and about this century-old old house.
…
The lights are dim, on the streets of country Y.
Due to the time difference, this place is different from Huangcheng. It is only two o'clock in the morning.
The prosperity and excitement are also gradually fading.
In the dim alley, several ragged homeless people surrounded Su Luoyi, who was wearing a windbreaker. She had just come out of a party and had some drinks, so her steps were a little staggering.
The person who invited her was the man sitting next to her on the plane, a talkative man.
In just a few days, they became good friends.
The homeless people looked at Su Luoyi with playful smiles. One of the homeless people with disheveled hair whistled and said to the others: "Look at this beautiful girl. She seems to be lost. Let's help her find her way home." Bar?"
The other tramps also started teasing, their eyes full of greed and evil intentions.
Su Luoyi's eyes widened, he looked at them nervously, and shouted in a low voice: "Don't come over, I don't need your help. If you dare to take a step closer, I will call the police."
Her English is very good, so she naturally understands that what these people say is unacceptable.
The disheveled tramp smiled and said, "Don't be so nervous. We just want to chat with you. Where are you going at this late hour? Is it a date?"
Su Luoyi bit her lip and tried to stay calm. She looked around, trying to find a chance to escape. However, the space in the alley was very narrow and no one was passing by here. Her heart sank and she was particularly scared.
Call, yes, call!
She took out her phone in a panic, but unfortunately it was out of battery, which made her even more scared.
She regretted very much at this moment, regretting why she had just rejected the talkative man's kindness and why she had not accepted his confession and rose.
Isn’t it good for someone to take care of me in a foreign country?
And her former boss, William Li, why she betrayed him.
He was obviously a very good boss, so why did he covet wealth and switch to that mysterious boss, ruining his future in vain.
At this moment, a young man in a black suit ran over from the other end of the alley.
When he saw Su Luoyi being surrounded by homeless people, he immediately frowned, strode up to the homeless people, and shouted sternly: "You bastards, what do you want to do to this lady?"
The homeless people looked at each other and continued to joke, seemingly not taking the young man seriously at all.
Su Luoyi took the opportunity to break free from their encirclement and hid behind the young man.
She was drunk, and although she could not see clearly the appearance of the person coming, at this moment, she felt that this person was the unparalleled hero sent by God to rescue her, and he was very, very handsome.
In fact, the person who came was a talkative person.
"Get out now, otherwise don't blame me for being rude." The talkative man said coldly.
The disheveled tramp glared at the man in front of him and replied viciously: "Who are you? Mind your own business and go home quickly. We just want to have a good chat with this lady."
The chatterbox sneered and said, "Chat? I think you guys want to take advantage, right?"
The homeless people became angry and waved the broken bottles in their hands, ready to take action. Seeing this, Chatterbox rushed forward without fear and started a fierce fight with the homeless people.
Seeing that the man was very powerful with his fists and kicks, Su Luoyi thought that nothing would happen to him, so he took advantage of the chaos and left.
She was so frightened that she kept running and stumbling, so much so that the chatterbox behind her even shouted at her several times without looking back.
In the block not far from her, there was a black car that had been parked for a long time.
A strong and strong man was sitting in the back seat, his eyes covered by half-rimmed sunglasses, and the slightly twitching corners of his mouth made it difficult to see through his true emotions, whether he was happy or angry.
Suddenly, the phone on the stand lit up.
He looked out the car window through his sunglasses, and tapped his index finger on his leg, as if everything was under his control.
"Boss, I've run away, do you want to chase him?" the driver said anxiously after answering the phone.
But the man was unusually calm. He quietly took out the instrument, pointed the dark round hole at a street light outside the car window, and gestured in the air.
"Boss!"
"The fun has just begun. What's the rush? She likes to run, so just let her run."
"But, if we meet again..."
"Who do you think that person is, a passerby who acts bravely for justice, a good man who cares about his beauty, or a legendary hero from mythology?"
"The boss is wise, the boss is mighty!"
In fact, the driver didn't understand the man's meaning at all, and was just flattering him. To him, the man existed like a god.
"Okay, let's go."
The car started slowly and the streetlight shattered.
(End of chapter)
