Chapter 248

At that time, she stood behind the crowd and never looked at him, but the presence of the figure was so strong that even Yu Guang could not help seeing him

Now that you've said goodbye, don't take more souvenirs, let alone have any ripples in your heart, nothing should be left

As he showed, don't take another look in the crowd. It's just a stranger.

Su Xiang shook her fingers. The sharp touch of the edges and corners made her restrain her wandering thoughts. She went to the garbage can. When she was about to throw things in, she took her hand back at the end, and then threw it into the corner of the drawer. She closed it and didn't take another look.

She doesn't know why she still keeps this thing. It's right to remind herself that he and her, what 1314, is just a life squeezed into a wrinkle.

……

The next evening, around six o'clock, Fu Hanchuan came out of the Fu Building. It was completely dark, the lights on the road were bright, and the night had begun.

Outside the building, Feng Qingyang sat in the car wearing a pair of frame glasses and waved to the people walking down the steps. Fu Hanchuan looked at her and scanned the car.

This is a commercial nanny car, which is common among star artists. Feng Qingyang pushed open the door and came down. Fu Hanchuan said, "I really like it?"

Feng Qingyang grinned brightly. She felt like a woman in love. She said, "the star party is just right in that place, isn't it?"

"Besides, I have to be accompanied when you talk to others, don't I?"

The privacy of pillow garden is so good that both governments and businesses like to meet there. These famous artists protect their privacy. The pillow garden is also very popular in the star circle, and it is very difficult to get an appointment.

Fu Hanchuan has no opinion. His purpose is to the boss there. He doesn't care who the guests are.

The two cars drove to the suburbs one after another. Fu Hanchuan held the steering wheel and sometimes needed a navigation reminder.

Speaking of it, this place is his first time to come here. How can he feel so remote? I heard that it used to be a cemetery.

Fu Hanchuan sneered. As the old saying goes, coffins, promotion and wealth, only those who have a hard life don't taboo this place and like it very much. The banquet owner thinks so.

After more than ten minutes, I finally entered the pillow garden. From a long distance, I saw a large piece of wasteland in front of me with lights on. Looking at the past, it was gloomy. Ordinary people really didn't dare to come. Those paparazzi reporters had to squat here for a few hours, and their psychological tolerance should be strong enough.

The car stopped at the parking lot. Then, the sound of several other cars stalling came. Fu Hanchuan looked at it faintly. They were all some heavyweights in the entertainment industry, directors, producers and the famous star walked over to talk to those people. Feng Qingyang was still sitting in the car and seemed to be waiting for that person to pick her up.

Fu Hanchuan got out of the car and went to Feng Qingyang. He looked at the group and said to Feng Qingyang, "aren't you pasting upside down?"

The eldest lady of Feng family has this capital to hold people, and those people have to give her some face when they are aiming at Feng family.

Feng Qingyang smiled: "he looks good and has a good figure." She looked at Fu Hanchuan. "Besides, I just broke up with you. There has to be a transition, doesn't it?"

Fu Hanchuan got away. She "broke up" with Fu Hanchuan. Those people who closed the family had to force her to go on a blind date.

The men in front were talking. The male star turned his head and looked at Feng Qingyang. He turned and came over. Feng Qingyang lifted his back and reminded Fu Hanchuan, "he's coming."

It means not to be misunderstood. Fu Hanchuan smiled and retreated to one side. At this time, the producer recognized Fu Hanchuan and was stunned. It seemed that he didn't expect to meet him in this place, and it was the same meal.

The producer came over and talked to Fu Hanchuan with a smile: "Mr. Fu, I didn't expect that we met here."

Fu Hanchuan shook hands with him, nodded and said, "they are all miss Feng's friends, together."

The two turned around and looked at it together. Feng Qingyang stood beside the male star. She was heroic and looked like those female stars in the entertainment industry. Her temperament was noble. Compared with other female stars present, she stood high and low.

Feng Qingyang came over and said with a smile, "it's hard to make an appointment in the pillow garden. You must return all the wine at present."

At the gate of the pillow garden, the primary school apprentices stood under the eaves. They saw a group of people coming in front and said, "it's Miss Feng. Please come inside." With a stroke of his arm and a slight bow of his body, he put on a standard welcome posture.

Feng Qingyang looked up at the front. There was a plaque hanging under the eaves. The words pillow garden were written vigorously and powerfully. It was not a calligrapher who couldn't write such an artistic font. With these two words, this place should have a look.

She nodded slightly to the primary school students and raised her feet into the garden.

Unlike some private kitchens, the yard is decorated with flashing landscape lights to create an atmosphere. The layout here is simple, but not monotonous. Step by step, the scene presents a mysterious and quiet feeling under several street lights. White stones are laid on the bottom of the water, a pool of clear water, and several green bamboos are planted on the white stones. When the bamboo leaves fall into the water, they shake slightly like a boat, like a fairy house.

When there are many people, walking on this road will not feel the noise of footsteps, because people have unconsciously lightened their footsteps in this artistic conception, for fear of disturbing the immortals who settle here.

The front is the inner room. Fu Hanchuan walked all the way. The inner room didn't press the plaque. When he walked in, the hall was brightly lit. A man who looked like the front office manager was inside. When he saw Feng Qingyang, he asked her, "I don't know if Miss Feng is serving now or taking a break first?"

Feng Qingyang looked at his friends around him and said with a smile, "I think your layout here is so beautiful. Let's have a rest first."

"Well, please feel free, Miss Feng." The man nodded and beckoned. The primary school student went forward. He ordered, "serve tea."

It is said that the tea is served by professional tea makers who give full play to the taste of tea and praise it after tasting it. People around are enjoying the calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall or the art collection on the treasure grid. A man has been here and is discussing whether he can borrow scenery here when filming. There was some excitement in the living room, but the full-time tea maker was not affected at all. He looked at his nose, nose and heart, and his every move had a special sense of ceremony.

Among these people, only Fu Hanchuan and Feng Qingyang were outsiders. Feng Qingyang joined the fun there. Only Fu Hanchuan looked at the manager faintly. The manager noticed Fu Hanchuan's eyes, turned around and smiled and said, "Mr. Fu, what can I do for you?"

Fu Hanchuan smiled and stared at the man: "why, do you know me?"

The manager held his hands in his belly and said politely, "Mr. Fu is the richest man in Beicheng. How can he not know."

Pillow garden is so low-key and famous. In addition to first-class service and first-class dishes, there is also a material about dignitaries here. Anyone who can be named in society can recognize pillow garden.

Fu Hanchuan tasted tea. The small tea cup turned at his fingertips. He looked at the tea maker and said, "a small tea in the pillow garden should be so adjustable. It seems that you can come here."

"Mr. Fu flattered us. Our pillow garden not only gives guests the feeling of being at home, but also makes guests feel the word style." If you want to be at home, any farmhouse private kitchen can do it. This is the pillow garden, so you have to make a difference.

Set off the lofty status of guests with high-standard service personnel.

Fu Hanchuan looked at him faintly, his lips suddenly hooked and said, "I don't know if your chef here is also so professional, or even higher. I'm looking forward to it."

The manager looked at Fu Hanchuan and felt that he had something to say. After being stunned, he only smiled and said, "why doesn't Mr. Fu chat with other guests, or do you think there are still some deficiencies here?"

Fu Hanchuan said, "no, just curious." He didn't know what he was curious about, so he turned around and looked at the decorative paintings hanging on the wall.

In the kitchen, Yan Lin was wearing an apron. Under the fierce fire, his face was red by the fire. His eyes were staring at the changes of the dishes in the pot. There was no time to wipe the sweat on his forehead. The sweat beads were bright.

There are not many people in the pillow garden, and the front office manager is his deputy. The man walked to his side in a leisurely manner, lowered his eyes slightly and said, "master, Fu Hanchuan is coming."

Yan Lin glanced back at him. Just when the dishes in the pot came out of the pot, his deputy brought the empty plate and took over Yan Lin's pot. Yan Lin got empty hands, wiped his sweat with a white towel and wiped his hands. Then he frowned and said, "how did he come?"

Fu Hanchuan's appointment has been pushed off here. Unexpectedly, he came in.

The deputy said, "Fu Hanchuan is one of the guests brought by Miss Feng."

Yan Lin handed him the towel and stared at him without saying anything. The deputy was scolded by his eyes, lowered his head, and then said, "master, otherwise I'll serve the dishes later, and master won't go out."

Yan Lin glanced at him and said faintly, "no need." Those who want to come can't be stopped. Just wait a moment and send them away.

After a while, everyone took the table for dinner. As usual, several front dishes were served by his deputy. When Fu Hanchuan saw the plate of palace tofu, he thought of the Japanese tofu made by Su Xiang.

He picked up his chopsticks, took one and tasted it. His eyebrows wrinkled slightly. When he was about to taste it carefully, the producer suddenly looked over with a wine glass and said, "Mr. Fu, I'll give you a toast first."

Fu Hanchuan took a look at him and touched him with a wine glass. After a warm-up, the producer seized the opportunity to attract investment. The purpose of Fu Hanchuan's trip was not investment. After a few words of Tai Chi, Feng Qingyang took the words appropriately. Fu Hanchuan looked at the plate of tofu, ate it again, and frowned again.

The taste is very similar to that made by Su Xiang.

At this time, Yan Lin brought a plate of Tianmu Lake fish head soup to the table. Half of the fish head was lying in the big soup basin. The milk white fish soup didn't add anything except a few green corianders. The boiled fish soup was original.

The round glass table was surrounded by people holding bowls of soup. As usual, Yan Lin had to stay at the table for a while to see the guests' reaction, especially Fu Hanchuan. Fu Hanchuan remained calm and just drank the soup slowly with a spoon. Yan Lin restrained his eyes and left quietly after a few seconds.

The table is lively, and the kitchen is still with the fire.

Yan Lin held his arm and guarded the pot of steamed buns. He narrowed his eyes slightly. He didn't know what he was thinking at this time.

……

After they had enough to eat and drink, of course, those people would not leave immediately. They continued to drink tea and sober up in the living room. Yan Lin had gone to the second floor. In the study, he sat behind the big long table and insisted on a cup of tea in his hand.

Footsteps came from the corridor, and the Deputy walked over and said, "master, Fu Hanchuan asked to see you."

Yan Lin glanced at him, put down the teacup and said, "please come up."

The deputy took orders and went away. After a while, he heard another kind of footsteps.

When Fu Hanchuan entered the study, he saw a large study with a large table in the middle. There was nothing on it except a set of tea sets. The man was pouring water into the tea cup with a teapot. The gurgling sound was the only sound here.

When Fu Hanchuan walked over, Yan Lin didn't lift his head, but said, "please sit down, Mr. Fu."

Fu Hanchuan looked at him and sat down opposite him. Yan Lin moved a cup of tea, pushed it in front of him and said, "please have tea."

Although there are all kinds of meat and vegetables in a table just now, a cup of tea after dinner can relieve wine and greasiness. It's just right. Fu Hanchuan was also impolite. He took a sip of the tea poured by Yan Lin himself, raised his eyebrows slightly, and Yan Lin looked at him and said, "how does it taste?"

Fu Hanchuan said bluntly: "the tea made by the banquet boss is a little worse than the tea that should have been made just now."

Yan Lin smiled and said, "the division of labor is different. I am a professional cook. He is a professional tea maker. We all take out our housekeeping skills to entertain distinguished guests."

Fu Hanchuan held the teacup and looked at Yan Lin: "the banquet boss seems to want to tell me what through this sentence?"

Yan Lin smiled: "Mr. Fu, please have tea." He picked up the teapot and refilled it with water.

Fu Hanchuan looked at the filling teacup and said, "I've heard that the pillow garden is good. Why can't I make an appointment several times. The banquet boss has a problem with me and doesn't like me?"

"How." Yan Lin put down the teapot and took a drink with his teacup. Fu Hanchuan didn't open his mouth. He seemed determined to wait for him to explain the reason. After a moment of silence, Yan Lin looked at Fu Hanchuan and said, "Mr. Da Fu has been here several times."

Fu Hanchuan frowned slightly. His father was in a high position and made friends with powerful people. It was normal to come to such a place.

Yan Lin said again, "but it's not Mrs. Zhuoya who is with Mr. Fu, so..." he smiled. "Mr. Fu should know that others like to come to me. It's clean and undisturbed."

Fu Hanchuan looked down at the tea in the cup. He meant that he came here to catch who and what evidence. Maybe not, just a reason to shirk.

He put down his tea cup, looked at Yan Lin and said, "Mr. Yan, you're worried. Naturally, I didn't come to smash your sign." He paused and turned to say, "some time ago, I heard that Mr. Yan went on vacation and had a good time?"

Yan Lin looked in a good mood. He took out a fruit plate from under the table. There were some salted peanuts in it. He pinched the shell open and put peanuts in a white plate.

"After cooking, I have no appetite to eat. I'm tired of oil smoke. It's just right to drink tea and eat some peanuts. Mr. Fu, do you want to try some too?"

Fu Hanchuan pinched one, stared at the banquet Lin with cool eyes, and said, "why doesn't the banquet boss ask me? What can I do for you?"

Yan Lin: "cooking is the most taboo. Since you want to find me, you will naturally say, what am I anxious about."

Fu Hanchuan: "do you know Su run?" His eyes were sharp, as if to see through the man in front of him.

He is the most mysterious cook in Beicheng. He sits in this huge garden and entertains the most distinguished guests in the city, but his clothes are the most ordinary. He wears a vest for a long time, which is no different from ordinary people. He had a facelift, but he still couldn't hide his scar. His leg is lame, but he does not have the inferiority of the disabled, but has a sense of dignity.

In addition, his dishes are similar to those of Su Xiang, even the taste is so similar.

This man is too mysterious. No wonder Su Xiang is curious about him.

With a light crackle, Yan Lin pinched open a peanut shell. There were four plump peanuts lying inside. He poured out and chewed them. A pair of sophisticated eyes looked at Fu Hanchuan and smiled. He said, "Mr. Fu, although I know many dignitaries in this city, not everyone knows it."

"Oh?" Fu Hanchuan raised his voice, looked at the man opposite quietly and said slowly, "Su run, your son of the Su family, the only son of Su Mingdong. However, the Su family declined a few years ago, and it is normal for the banquet boss not to hear. "

"But..." his voice lengthened and his eyes stared at Yan Lin. "since the banquet boss didn't know Su run, why did he buy Su three years ago?"

Yan Lin smiled without panic. He didn't even shake his eyes. He said, "Mr. Fu is joking. I'm just a cook in this pillow garden. What does Su's company do when I buy it?"

Fu Hanchuan took a breath and said, "Su run's sister, Su Xiang is my wife. The banquet owner should have heard about those things that caused a sensation in Beicheng in those years. In order to keep his glory and wealth, Su run just gave his sister to me. With the blessing of the Fu family, Su lived for three years. "“ Although I am extremely disgusted with the Su run, after all, I have taken care of the Su family. It's gone. Naturally, I feel a little uncomfortable. After hearing that Su's family was sold off by Su run, I sent someone to check and learned that the person who bought the company was surnamed Yan. " Yan Lin was silent and just smiled. Fu Hanchuan then said, "Su run's sister is also a husband and wife with me. I heard that the Su family's old house was sold off a few days ago. I was curious for a moment, so I checked it and got the answer. The buyer was also a banquet. " Yan Lin took a sip of tea without delay. His face was as calm as ever. He said, "I'm not the only one surnamed Yan? How did Mr. Fu decide it was me? " Fu Hanchuan stared into his eyes, then lowered his eyes and dialed a peanut next to his finger. He also said calmly: "I know that there is another Mr. Yan Gu. Whether it is the Su family's old house or the Su company, the buyer is the Yan Gu."“ Speaking of Mr. Yan Gu, I also went to check it. The background is mysterious, but this rising momentum has surpassed some old family businesses and is one of the upstarts in Beicheng. His whereabouts are secret, but I found that he is very close to the banquet owner and often goes in and out of this pillow garden. "“ In addition, when the banquet owner goes on vacation during the new year, it is also Mr. Yan Gu who sees him off. "“ So, banquet boss, do you really know nothing about the Su family? " Yan Lin was calm on the surface, but he was also secretly surprised. He didn't expect Fu Hanchuan to investigate so deeply. Moreover, when Fu Hanchuan came to make an appointment for the new year, he shirked that he would go on vacation. He thought he would stop here, but he didn't expect that this person would check it. Yan Lin smiled and said, "Yan Gu is my son, but I'm a cook. He's a successful entrepreneur. As I said before, the tea waiter has the professional field of tea waiter. As a cook, I have the skills of a cook and have their own strengths."“ Unlike Mr. Fu's family, our father and son inherit their careers. They have different fields and will not discuss work matters in private. He came to me for a regular meal and talked with me. He bought a company for fun. If he accidentally offended Mr. Fu, I apologize for him. "“ Have fun? " Fu Hanchuan smiled lightly. "No matter how depressed Su is, the market value of the brand also has hundreds of millions. Your son cancelled after buying a company, which completely drowned su. This game is frightening. And the old house of the Su family, where there is an inch of land and gold in the North City, is in ruins. Mr. Yan really knows nothing about it? "“ Really? " Yan Lin pretended to be surprised, "then I really don't know. Maybe Su run accidentally offended Yan Gu? " The two men's eyes collided in mid air. Fu Hanchuan was full of doubts. Yan Lin was calm and right. A few seconds later, Fu Hanchuan smiled and said, "well, excuse me." The door of the pillow garden closed slowly. Yan Lin looked out the window at the thick night. His eyes flickered and his eyebrows frowned deeply. On the other side, Fu Hanchuan sat in the car, holding the steering wheel with both hands. The lights lit up the road ahead. The surrounding trees rustled and shook like ghosts under the wind. Is this banquet Lin a man or a ghost? Fu Hanchuan's breath is slightly heavy. He has more clues, but more doubts. When he went to the study just now, the study was deliberately manipulated. It was empty, but it was more like hiding something. There is a blank space on the wall, which is different from the color elsewhere. What should have been hung there before was taken down again. That big table is the special table for those masters of traditional Chinese painting. It looks out of place in that study, and there is only a set of tea set on it. This is too deliberate... Fu Hanchuan looked at his mobile phone, switched to Bluetooth mode, called Qiao Shen and said, "continue to check yangu deeply, the more detailed it is, the better. I want to know all his origins." This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.