Chapter 181

She turned her eyes slightly and tried every dish on the table. Her face bloomed slowly and her eyes were filled with joy.

"Lu Nancheng, can you introduce this chef to me?"

"You want to dig a corner?"

"Of course not."

She just wants to talk more about it with her partner. Lu Nancheng is already on the phone.

"I've already told each other that I'll meet you when I have time in the afternoon."

"Thank you."

She looked at him with a smile: "you can have some too. It's delicious."

"Well."

It's not Song Jin's cooking. He doesn't have much appetite. He just eats some casually in order to make a show in front of her.

Song Jin drank a few more cups, happy hand holding chin, eyes are more and more bright, straight looking at the opposite of him.

Lu Nancheng suspected that she might be drunk again. He didn't pour her wine. He talked about staying in the hotel at night.

"They're here, too?"

"Well."

Don't open your eyes after he nodded. Song Jin didn't find out the secret. Her eyes fell on the shimmering lake. If it was early in the morning, the lake would rise thin white fog, just like a fairyland.

She suddenly stood up and leaned against the railing. On her hand was the clear water of the lake, which could not see the bottom. She moved slowly in the breeze. She lifted up the bead curtain, and suddenly remembered the yacht incident in her mind. She was shocked. She shrunk and grasped the railing tightly. Her fingers were almost white.

Lu Nancheng noticed that something was wrong with her and went over to embrace her from behind: "you drink too much, sit down and have a rest."

She sat down obediently and half closed her eyes. She knew that she was not drunk, but she thought of something she shouldn't think of.

Lu Nancheng didn't know why she suddenly became depressed and didn't eat any more. There was a faint sadness on her white face. Where did the sadness come from.

She had more and more mysteries, and he didn't delve into them: "let's go back."

"Well."

In the afternoon, they had activities. Lu Nancheng didn't take her to the hotel. After lunch, they went back to the hotel room together. She was lying on the bed, tossing and turning, sleepless and sighing occasionally.

Lu Nancheng looked at it, sitting on the sofa with a magazine in his hand.

Song Jin turns over again and thinks in despair that if she can't find any evidence in her life, she won't be able to send Su Yirou to prison. She suddenly clenches her fist angrily.

She clenched her teeth and looked fierce. She fell into Lu Nancheng's eyes not far away. Who offended her?

Song Jin sighs and Lu Nancheng ponders. The room is quiet. After a long time, he suddenly breaks the phone.

She looked at him, someone has answered the phone, she rubbed a head of messy hair, heard him speak, cook came immediately.

She immediately sat up from the bed and ran barefoot into the bathroom to clean up. After a while, she became a different person.

Song Jin's face with a decent smile: "people?"

"Downstairs."

"Well, I'll go. You don't have to go with me."

She deliberately did not take him with her. Before he could speak, she opened the door and went out.

The young chef has arrived downstairs, a little uneasy, I do not know what the intention is, after seeing people, it is a bit unexpected.

"Hello, sit down. Let's have a chat."

Song Jin's temperament is outstanding. Even if she doesn't have the blessing of gorgeous clothes, she doesn't look like an ordinary person. The young cook sits down in a few minutes.

"You said

She talked directly about the practice of several dishes and discussed with him how to make them better.

Lu Nancheng is upstairs, standing in front of the window to meditate when Ikeno's phone comes in.

"I see your wife meeting other men."

That end rang out his gloating smile, Lu Nancheng said: "I know, they are downstairs."

"Don't you worry?"

"They're talking about things."

"Oh."

Ikeno is facing them. He deliberately moves his position, with his back to Song Jin, and sits on the side. There is a big flowerpot in the middle of the two positions, stretching out the green leaves, which can just cover them. Their conversation comes intermittently.

He frowned and listened. He didn't quite understand how she had so much research on Imperial City cuisine. She was young and had been away for many years.

Song Jin and the chef had a discussion, and she had a lot of ideas in her heart. She asked: "where do you learn from?"

"I like food since I was a child, and then I learned from my father."

"Does your father cook imperial food, too?"

"Well, but he's old now and hardly does it."

Song Jin looked at each other's age, estimated that it would be about 30 years old, his father should be more than 50 years old, indeed also to the retirement age.

"Where did your father work before, venture to ask?"

"My father had worked in yutianxia for many years before. Later, when the business there was poor and the dishes were changed, he resigned. Later, he made trouble in a small shop. Now he's old and in poor health, so he doesn't do it."This is similar to Song Jin's conjecture. She is familiar with the dishes and has a similar taste to her father's cooking.

"I made a little change on the basis of my father."

"Well, it's more distinctive after the change."

"You flatter me."

The young cook's face is slightly red. Facing Song Jin, who is beautiful and has a good temperament, she hardly knows where to put her eyes. It's hard for her to sit and stand.

And Song Jin is still thinking about whether to talk to his father. Anyway, she leaves the number of the other party first, so that she can contact later.

Ikeno also heard a lot when he sat on one side. He knew that yutianxia was the Su family's industry. It used to be very brilliant, but now it's no longer good, and it's close to closing down. Song Jin and yutianxia's Imperial City dishes are similar in nature. What's the connection between them?

He was also thinking. After a while, he didn't hear the voice behind him. When he turned his head again, Song Jin was looking down at him with a little interest on her face.

Ikeno is not guilty smile: "sister-in-law, good coincidence."

"Well, what a coincidence."

"I saw you chatting with your friends just now, but I didn't say hello."

She was amused, but the man made a good excuse for eavesdropping.

"You can keep sitting. I'll go up first."

"Good."

After turning around, Song Jin put away her smile and thought to herself that she was careless just now.