Chapter 79 - Who Cooked The Dish?

"No, Miss Mo. Please get this thought out of your mind. Cheng Yang is not going outside with you."

Mrs. Cheng said firmly and Mo Roulan sighed heavily but still tried to insist.

"But Mrs. Cheng, how can you expect him to behave normally when he is staying inside his room alone?"

She questioned hoping in her heart that the woman will understand.

She had finally seen some hope.

Cheng Yang's father who was known by the name 'Huoxin' amongst people was a very famous singer. His sudden death has made many fans sad.

One day later, there was an event that was specially organized in the memory of singer Huoxin. In the event, only Huoxin's songs would be sung by some fans and artists.

Mo Roulan had known about it since there were some students in her college who were his big fan and they were attending it.

She had shown the poster of that event to Cheng Yang.

Cheng Yang looked at the poster for a few moments and then finally had nodded his head while looking at her. Although his eyes were still blank, Mo Roulan was encouraged.

"Complete these test papers honestly. I promise you that I will take you there with me."

Then she left some test papers that she had specially prepared for Cheng Yang.

Mo Roulan doesn't have much hope that Cheng Yang would really complete them but she will still take him to the event organized for his father.

The butler had told him that Cheng Yang has not come out of his room after his Father's funeral even once.

It has been six months since Huoxin's death.

So it meant that Cheng Yang was inside that room for six months. Although it was not a long time, it was also not short.

It was really important to bring some normalcy to his life.

When she saw that Mrs. Cheng has ignored her words and was looking through some files, Mo Roulan suddenly felt a little annoyed and whispered

"You are becoming his enemy by doing all this."

Mrs. Cheng heard her words and her eyes went sharp and cold. She looked at Mo Roulan and said without any emotion on her face.

"Miss Mo, There have also been many tutors before you and they have left just after two or three days. I hired you because of Professor Han. He told me that since you were of Cheng Yang's age maybe your company can help him. However, that doesn't prove that I can't remove you. So, please do what you are assigned to do and if you can't do that, then please leave this job."

Then Mrs. Cheng was again busy reading her files.

Mo Roulan sighed.

If it had been some other circumstances then she would have already left this job long ago, however, she can't now.

She felt a strange connection with Cheng Yang. Her heart was filled with sympathy for the young boy. After her rebirth, there have been only two instances that she had felt something for someone else other than her family.

The first one was Shen Youlin and the other one was Cheng Yang.

She knew that she helped Shen Youlin that day because she found her in the same situation she was once in her past life.

But about Cheng Yang, Mo Roulan really doesn't know.

What she knew was that she wanted to help Cheng Yang.

She stood up from the couch as she glanced at the stubborn woman for one last time and said

"Mrs. Cheng, if you change your decision then please, inform me as soon as possible."

After that, she walked out of the Cheng Mansion.

The whole night Mo Roulan thought about how she could convince Mrs. Cheng and take Cheng Yang out of the Cheng Mansion.

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Lin Qianru pushed the door of the VIP room with one hand, and with the other, she pushed the trolley with her other hand inside the room.

She put the dish carefully on the table and then bowed her head with a smile.

"I hope you will enjoy your meal, sir."

After that, she turned around and was about to walk out of the VIP room when she heard the man behind her asking her to stop.

She turned around again and went back.

Setting the spoon back in his bowl, the man looked at her with a frown which made Lin Qianru think that there was something wrong with the dish, especially after the man asked

"Who made this?"

Lin Qianru was confused and then answered

"The chef, Sir?"

The man wiped his lips with a napkin and said

"Call your manager."

Startled for a few seconds, Lin Qinaru bowed her head and said

"I'm really sorry; Sir, if there is something wrong with the dish. There is no need to call the manager. I will bring another serving for you."

She was afraid that the manager will fire the young chef who had joined after two days recovering from the burn on his hand.

However, the man just looked at her bowed head and then picked his phone from the table.

After a few seconds when Lin Qianru heard no response, she raised her head and saw him calling someone.

"Hello….yes, come to the private room right now."

Was it the manager?

Lin Qianru's eyes went wide.

She felt a little angry at the man.

What is the need to make it such a big issue?

But the next moment, she found it unreasonable.

What can her anger do? These rich people would never understand what those poor have to go through.

Sure enough, soon she saw the manager stepping inside the room while gasping for the air. It could be seen that he had run all the way here.

When the manager's eyes found her in the room, he glared at her thinking that she has done something wrong which made Lin Qianru huff in irritation.

But she could only suppress it remembering her position.

"Mr. Chi, how did you remember me?"

The manager politely asked the man sitting on the chair who still had a frown on his forehead.

"You said that your chef will come in two days. Two days have passed, who made this?"

Mr. Chi pointed towards the dish placed in front of him and the manager looked confused.

"Yes, he is back. I also asked him that it is his responsibility to cook for Mr. Chi."

The manager said and then looked at Lin Qianru.

"You…call Shuixuo here."

Lin Qianru nodded her head at the manager's question.

"Yes, Sir."

Then she went to the kitchen and asked Shuixuo to come with her to the VIP room. The young chef looked worried but Lin Qianru couldn't find any comforting words to say.

What could she say when she, too, didn't know what was going on inside the room?

Inside the room, as soon as Shuixuo entered the manager asked him strictly

"Shuixuo, didn't I ask you especially to cook whatever Mr. Chi orders?"

Shuixuo solemnly nodded his head and responded

"Yes, Sir, and I did the same."

The manager frowned and then looked at Mr. Chi who was looking at Shuixuo. Mr. Chi was a very influential man in City H and he was also a little older. He excluded an authoritative aura so when he looked at Shuixuo with a scrutinizing gaze, Shuixuo felt very nervous.

"Then, why does this dish taste a little different from the two days ago?"

Mr. Chi asked and Lin Qianru was shocked again.

Two days ago? Wasn't it her who had cooked two days ago in place of Shuixuo?

She and Shuixuo looked at each other and gulped in fear.

She looked at Mr. Chi. Her clothes twisted the hem of her dress as she blabbered.

"Sir, It is natural…sometimes the food that a chef makes is very delicious but it..is not impossible that it would be delicious every time."

"Right, Chef Shuixuo?" She looked at Shuixuo and asked with raised eyebrows

Shuixuo immediately nodded his head showing his agreement.

"Yes, Yes, my coworker Qianru said right."

Even the manager looked a bit convinced and said

"I also think so."

However, looking at Mr. Chi's smiling face he changed his words a bit and said

"Mr. Chi, what this waitress said can also be true. However, Shuixuo will definitely try to make the dish exactly the way you like."

Shuixuo bowed his head in front of Mr. Chi and said

"Yes, Sir."

"I'm very sorry for the inconvenience you faced, Mr. Chi"

The manager smiled and said

"It's Alright."

Mr. Chi waved his hand and said in his deep voice.

However, his gaze was somewhere else. He looked at the waitress and the young chef who looked relieved by the sudden change in the situation.

The manager didn't see the eye exchange between the waitress and the young chef but he saw it.

Mr. Chi's eyes flickered with interest and curiousness as he looked at the seemingly not-so-young waitress.