He stared blankly at the direction Kang Ying was leaving. His mood had not calmed down for a long time. It seemed that the peaceful days were about to cause ripples again.
a long time
Leng Jinghua finally came to his senses and sighed: "Since it is inevitable, let's face it directly!" Then he turned and walked towards the big house.
As soon as he entered the hall, he called to a maid who was cleaning the furniture: "Aunt Wu"
Hearing her master's call, Aunt Wu quickly stopped what she was doing, bowed slightly, and asked, "What are your orders, Master?"
Leng Jinghua said: "Go and call the young master down. I have something to ask him."
"yes."
Leng Jinghua walked to the chair in the hall and sat down. When he saw the teacup on the table, he suddenly thought of Kang Yinglai and couldn't help but sigh again.
After a while, the sound of people walking quickly downstairs was heard from upstairs.
The young and energetic Leng Chenfeng quickly came to Leng Jinghua, sat down where Kang Ying had been sitting just now, and asked: "Dad, what do you want from me?"
"How much do you know about Huang Fei?" Leng Jinghua asked. "Besides knowing how skilled he is, do you know anything else?"
"Why do you suddenly ask about this?" Leng Chenfeng asked doubtfully. "I have only met Brother Huang twice so far, so I don't know him well."
"Oh." Leng Jinghua had deep doubts and said to himself: "It seems that this person's identity is quite mysterious." From the information obtained, he was introduced as a figure who appeared suddenly, with no background or backing, just relying on
Chen Tianhao's son-in-law is well-known, but he and Xie Yun seemed to have a close friendship when they were seen together yesterday. What ability does he have to attract Xie Yun to associate with him?
"Dad, what's wrong?" Leng Chenfeng asked doubtfully: "Is there something wrong with Brother Huang? I think he is quite good!"
"It's okay." Leng Jinghua said. "Can you help me ask him out? I want to talk to him."
In front of a century-old noodle shop.
It was bustling with people, and there was an endless stream of people coming and going.
"Boss, how much does a bowl of this noodle cost?" Huang Fei asked while standing in front of the noodle shop. Since rescuing Yan, his confidante, it has to be said that it is an exciting thing.
After waking up in the morning, he felt refreshed. When a person's mood is good, his energy naturally improves, so he got up early and went to the street to buy breakfast for Yan.
"25 yuan a bowl." The fat boss in a white coat said while busy paying the bill. Business was booming.
"Damn!" Huang Fei exclaimed: "Didn't it always cost 15 yuan before? When did it become so expensive?"
"Sir, green onions have been selling for 5 yuan a piece recently. If we don't increase the price, we will be in trouble." The boss said helplessly.
"But" Huang Fei said after looking into the bowls of the guests who were eating noodles inside. "What does this have to do with your noodles? I didn't see any green onions in your noodles!"
"This" the boss paused and suddenly said angrily: "Boy, are you here to eat noodles or are you here to cause trouble? If you can't afford it, go to another place." After saying this, he still had a look of contempt on his face. If he couldn't afford it, he would still come to make trouble.
What I hate the most is this guy who pretends to be rich even though he has no money.
Huang Fei suddenly became unhappy when he saw the boss's expression and words. He took out 50 yuan and said proudly: "Give me a bowl. I don't have to change the money." Now that he is a billionaire, he can't afford to pay for a few dollars.
It's not worth arguing with others.
Seeing that it was a shop owner who returned the tip, the boss immediately beamed with joy and said to please: "Sir, I was blind and ignorant just now. Please forgive me. This is a century-old brand and I will guarantee your satisfaction. Please come in and please come in."
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"Give me another package." Huang Fei said, straightening his chest and walking to the dining table in the room. Who said I gave you a tip?
With a bang, Huang Fei heard the sound of someone falling.
In the People's Hospital.
Huang Fei pushed open the door of the ward with the plastic bag containing the bowl of noodles, and said with a smile: "Dear Yan'er, I brought you breakfast."
After entering the door, she found that Yan had already gotten up and was standing in front of the window staring at the courtyard. After she came in, she did not turn around to respond, and she didn't know what there was to see.
"You're in for a treat, this is the noodle soup made with love by me!" Huang Fei said shamelessly, and then placed the bowl of noodles on the table not far from the hospital bed.
As soon as I unwrapped the plastic bag, the aroma of steaming hot noodle soup spread throughout the room, making my mouth full of food.
"Wow! It tastes so delicious. Come and eat it." Huang Fei took a deep breath and said, pretending that it was delicious and enjoying it.
Sure enough, as soon as Yan smelled the aroma of the noodle soup, her stomach growled unsatisfactorily, so she had no choice but to turn around and walk towards the table.
She has a long and supple shawl, her eyes are as clear as water, bright and bright, her face is rosy, and she is full of energy. She seems to be in good physical condition. Wearing a white hospital gown not only does not reduce her beauty, but makes her look more pure, flawless and charming.
Huang Fei gently held her hand and said, "Seeing that you are in good spirits, you should be discharged from the hospital soon."
Yan said calmly: "I wasn't injured there in the first place."
"When the doctor thinks you are completely fine, I will go through the discharge procedures for you." Huang Fei pulled out a stool for her to sit down, and said with a smile: "Sit down and eat slowly, and I will pour you a glass of water." After that,
Turn around and walk towards the water dispenser next to you.
Yan picked up the disposable chopsticks and opened the paper bag. Suddenly her eyebrows frowned slightly, and then she opened the plastic bag containing the bowl of noodles in confusion and looked at it. After knowing the result, she instantly smiled sweetly. If Huang Fei saw it, he would definitely be
Bewildered and intoxicated.
After a while, Huang Fei came over with a cup of water, put it gently in front of her eyes, pulled out a chair and sat across from her, and said with a smile, "How is it? My cooking skills are worthy of a master's level?"
Yan glanced at Huang Fei and said, "Next time, remember not to use bags and chopsticks with trademarks on them." After saying that, he continued to eat noodles with his head down, ignoring Huang Fei's surprised expression.
"" Huang Fei was at a loss for words, rolled his eyes, and quickly said: "I went to a century-old store to learn this from the master. After eating at his place this morning, I just borrowed his ingredients, but I did it myself.
"." I thought: Why are you so careless? I don't know if she believes it.
Yan did not respond to the question. She was not used to talking too much while eating.
silence.
The room instantly became quiet.
Huang Fei stopped disturbing her, and just watched her every move quietly, as if he had returned to the scene when the two of them were eating noodles at a street stall, that time was simple and beautiful.
Huang Fei suddenly laughed foolishly and couldn't help but said: "Yan'er, do you still remember the noodle story?"
"Uh?" Yan stopped his movements, raised his head and asked doubtfully: "What's the story about eating noodles?"
After seeing her finish eating, Huang Fei quickly took out a pack of tissues and handed it to her. She took out one and wiped her lips gently. Her movements were so elegant, gentle and charming that it completely made people forget that she was a highly skilled woman.
Huang Fei recalled affectionately and said: "This is what you told me. There was once a couple who could only eat one bowl of noodles for each meal because their family was poor and they didn't have enough money to eat. The husband had to go out to work, so the wife had to go out to work every time.
He only drank soup and left the noodles for his husband. After many years, the man finally became rich. Unfortunately, his wife died of stomach cancer. In order to commemorate his wife, he would leave the soup every time he ate noodles."
As Yan listened to this familiar story, his eyes gradually blurred, and his heart seemed to be touched, but he could not completely sort out this vague clue.
Seeing that Yan seemed to be trying to remember, Huang Fei continued: "Since then, you have liked to drag me to eat noodles, but every time it is you who eat the noodles and I drink the soup. You said that it is easier to let me go.
It's touching." After saying that, he smiled bitterly. The girl who once simply looked forward to the future has grown up, and has even forgotten their past.
Yan was stunned for a moment, then looked down at the bowl of noodles on the table, and recalled the process of eating noodles just now. He realized that he had never taken a sip of the soup. At that time, he silently felt in his heart that the soup was meant to be left to someone. This was subconsciously
action.
At this moment, Huang Fei's cell phone rang.
"Who is this ignorant guy again?" Huang Fei angrily took out his cell phone and interrupted every time when he and Yan were just getting into the conversation.
Huang Fei picked up the phone and saw that it was an unfamiliar number. He didn't hesitate to see Yan in front of him, so he directly connected the phone and asked, "Who is it?"
"Is it Brother Huang?" Leng Chenfeng's voice came from the phone.
"I am." Huang Fei asked curiously: "What do you want from me? How do you have a phone number?" It seems that he never gave him his phone number?
"This is not important, my dad wants to see you." Leng Chenfeng said. For a person of Leng Jinghua's status, it is not easy to know someone's phone number.
Huang Fei passed the message to his heart and said, "Okay, tell me the address." It seemed that it was time for everyone to show their cards.
After Leng Chenfeng said the address, the two hung up the phone. Huang Fei looked at Yan and said apologetically again: "I'm sorry, it seems I have to be busy again."
"Is there anything I can do to help you?" Yan said,
"Of course." Huang Fei said with a smile: "But not now, you should rest in peace and recuperate first."
Yan nodded silently, but it didn't help that he suddenly felt a sense of loss in his heart. Please remember the website address, if you like "The Royal Flower City" written by Lan Chun dd