Chapter 227：

As he stepped off the plane, Nie Qingqing's expression was somewhat restrained, holding Lin Xian's small hand tightly.

Upon seeing this, Lin Xian asked: "You seem to be nervous? This is the first time you traveled far away?"

"Yeah!"

Nie Qingqing nodded: "This is the first time I have left Jinling."

Leaving Jinling for the first time?

Good girls are not as good as you!

Lin Xian looked at her with a strange expression.

"I don't know the way, so I dare not go far."

Nie Qingqing explained in a low voice.

Oh, it turned out to be a idiot.

In the past few days, the temperature in Yangcheng has returned to normal.

In the evening, I feel hot even in short sleeves.

After walking out of the airport and waiting for a while, a Bentley car steadily stopped in front of them.

"Mr. Lin, meet again!"

The driver got out of the car, said hello with a smile, and enthusiastically helped him open the door.

After getting in the car, the driver asked, "Mr. Lin, are you going back to the hotel directly?"

Lin Xian thought, "Go to West Street first!"

The daughter who had been separated for many years was found. No matter what you want, you must notify Liao Jie in advance.

Otherwise, Liao Yingqi would not know what she would think when seeing her own father in such a desperate situation.

It is estimated that Liao Jie himself did not want to use this face to meet his daughter.

The West Street during the day seemed a bit cold, without the excitement of the night.

Lin Xian led Nie Qingqing and walked into the convenience store in a familiar way.

In the convenience store, Bo Zhong is sitting by the window, eating a takeaway.

"Uncle Zhong!"

Hearing that, Uncle Zhong turned his head and saw that it was Lin Xian, he couldn't help but wondered: "Young boy, haven't you left?"

"Go, here again!" Lin Xian smiled.

Bo Zhong sighed, "Hey, I really can't help it, otherwise I will definitely make you a soup with yellow croaker."

I have to say that Lin Xian's persistence moved Uncle Zhong very much.

This kind of diners who are obsessed with food is the greatest compliment to a chef.

It's like a painter, no matter how good you paint, no one knows how to appreciate it, what use is it?

Chapter Seventy-One!

"Uncle Zhong, I found Master Liao Jie's daughter."

Lin Xian's words caused Uncle Zhong to be taken aback, and the chopsticks in his hand fell on the ground without even noticing it.

It took a long time before he recovered, and said excitedly: "Are you kidding me?"

Lin Xian said sternly, "No kidding, is her daughter's name Liao Yingqi?"

"Yes, yes, it's called Liao Yingqi!" Zhong Bo swallowed and nodded hurriedly.

The relationship between him and Liao Jie is more than just a mentor and apprentice.

After all, as the descendant of the Manchu Banquet, it involves secret recipes, but even his daughter will not pass it on.

So it is a master and apprentice, but it is more like a father and son.

Be a teacher for one day, and be a father for life.

More than just talking, the apprentice really has to perform the duties of a son.

If the master does not have a son, the apprentice will be responsible for the retirement.

This is what the older generation of craftsmen pay attention to.

In his mind, Liao Jie's daughter is equivalent to his granddaughter.

After Ji Ruilou lost, he also spent a lot of money over the years, specially inviting people to find Liao Yingqi, but he has been without results.

Uncle Zhong grabbed Lin Xian's hand and said excitedly: "Where is she now?"

"I have sent someone to bring her to Yangcheng, and I will be there tomorrow at the latest."

Lin Xian paused, and continued: \"Do you want to notify Master Liao Jie about this matter first?"

"I want to tell him not to let Yingqi see him like this."

As Uncle Zhong said, he walked quickly to the warehouse behind.

The warehouse of the convenience store is not big, only less than 20 square meters, which is full of goods.

In the corner of the warehouse, there is a folding bed. Liao Jie is lying on the bed and sleeping, with rows of empty wine bottles beside the bed.

"Liao Jie, wake up!"

Uncle Zhong stepped forward and shook Liao Jie a few times.

However, he didn't mean to wake up at all. After smashing his mouth, he turned over and continued to sleep.

Upon seeing this, Zhong Bo raised his hand and slapped him.

"Pop!"

The slap was very hard and the voice was exceptionally loud.

Liao Jie suddenly sat up, covering his face, looking at them blankly.

Zhong Bo angrily said, "I'm still asleep, get out of bed, and pounce on the street!"