Cannon fodder: The villain is forced to resign

Chapter 152 That terrible noodle stall 12

"A little bit, not much."

"It's amazing." Mingsui tried hard to calm down his violent heartbeat, trying to calm down. After trying hard, he uttered two words, "Let's go."

Qi Yuan followed Ming Sui for a few steps, then suddenly stopped and looked at the tricycle under the carport, "My car."

Mingsui was silent for a moment, "...do you want to work tomorrow?"

"Yes." Qi Yuan said with a little regret, "We didn't start work today."

Her craftsmanship is a waste if it doesn't work.

Mingsui didn't know how to persuade her. He really couldn't understand why she had the confidence to continue setting up a stall because of her craftsmanship. Did she really not eat what she made?

Complaints are complaints, and Ming Sui will definitely not make Qi Yuan unhappy.

"I'll ask Chen Feng to arrange for someone to drag him back. You get in the car first. It's cold outside." Mingsui tentatively held Qi Yuan's shoulders, put his hand on Qi Yuan's shoulders, and gradually held Qi Yuan's shoulders.

The thin touch felt inexplicably hot, burning a hole in the palm of my hand and burning a piece of my heart.

Mingsui didn't send Qi Yuan to the hotel after all, but he didn't want to offend her either.

No one has ever lived in the villa in Shuiyun Bay. The simple style shows off the style everywhere. The villa decorations are well-known items from major brands, and it has a cold and unreasonable taste.

Qi Yuan was arranged into the master bedroom. The monotonous and cold white style was inexplicably dull and confusing, which was similar to the all-black decoration.

Qi Yuan didn't care. After washing, he remembered Ming Sui's illness and couldn't help but hold his forehead.

The herbs prepared in the previous world are useful, and the elixir is easy to make, but the introduction to the medicine is not easy to find.

trouble.

In the middle of the night, Qi Yuan sat in front of the computer, typing on the keyboard. On the dim screen, there was an analysis of Ming Sui's condition and the materials needed for medicine.

The next day, the curtains were opened, and the early morning light passed through the windows and leaped into the spacious room.

Qi Yuan packed himself up and went downstairs.

At that time, Ming Sui was already neatly dressed and sitting on the sofa in the living room, drinking coffee leisurely.

Mingsui heard the movement on the stairs, put down the coffee cup, put his arm on the sofa, turned his body, waved to Qi Yuan, curved his lips and said with a thick smile, "Good morning."

"Good morning."

Qi Yuan walked down the stairs, glanced at the coffee cup on the table, and reminded, "You have a bad heart, it's best not to drink coffee."

She had a slight suspicion that his heart disease was not something she had done in the previous world, right?

Hearing this, Ming Sui smiled and raised his hand, pushing the coffee cup further away on the table. His wanton eyes were bright and he said, "Okay, I won't drink."

After breakfast, Ming Sui was going to discuss the acquisition of a company in a neighboring city. He originally wanted to take Qi Yuan there, but thinking of Qi Yuan's temperament, he did not dare to say anything.

On the way, Chen Feng looked at the distracted Ming Sui and asked, "Since sir, you don't want to be separated from Miss Qi, why don't you take Miss Qi with you on a business trip?"

Generally speaking, no girl will refuse to go on a business trip with her boyfriend.

It can not only promote feelings, but also increase knowledge. The most important thing is that people around Mr. Qi will also look up to Miss Qi.

Mingsui raised his head, and outside the car window was the scenery of Ningcheng's highway, with busy traffic, "She has her own life, and she is not my vassal."

Chen Feng did not speak again. He was not a fool and naturally understood what his husband meant. However, he had never thought that his husband's love for Miss Qi seemed to be too important and not like ordinary feelings.

Moreover, Mr. put his position too low.

Ningcheng, Snack Street.

Qi Yuan held his chin up and watched the crowd move around, but no one came to eat noodles.

Qi Yuan took out his cell phone and glanced at the time, "Nine-thirty, it shouldn't be lunch time. It's normal for the passenger flow to be low."

The little girl selling barbecued sausages on the side took a break from her busy work. As soon as she took a break, she heard Qi Yuan's words and her eyes were strange.

"Sister Yuyuan, have you ever thought about doing other business? You see, my business of selling sausages is not bad." The girl's name is Zhang Ning. She is fair and looks young. She is a student of Ningcheng University.

In extracurricular time, come to the snack street to set up stalls and earn some money.

"No." Qi Yuan shook his head slightly, "I can only make noodles."

The original owner's long-cherished wish was to have a small noodle stall. Moreover, the business was deserted, so she was happy to have some leisure time.

Zhang Ning: "..."

"Sister Yuyuan, do you like the noodles you made?" Zhang Ning reminded tactfully, "Maybe today's young people like new flavors."

"It makes sense." Qi Yuan opened the recipe software downloaded on his mobile phone, "We should adapt to the trend."

Zhang Ning breathed a sigh of relief and continued selling her grilled sausages.

Near noon, Qi Yuan's figure was projected in front of the stall and hit her cell phone. She raised her head and met Song Lin's dangerous but gentle black eyes.

"Is something wrong?"

Qi Yuan put his phone upside down on the table, stood up, and looked at Song Lin.

"Come and eat some noodles." Song Lin found a small bench and sat down.

Song Lin was wearing a tall black suit and was sitting in front of a table and chairs that cost tens of dollars at the noodle stall, looking very unconventional.

Qi Yuan had no need to drive out the business that was delivered to her door. She took out the menu card and handed it to Song Lin, "You can order."

Song Lin took the menu with the intention of dying, and couldn't help but complain, "If you are good at making menus, you might as well practice cooking."

“Clear noodle soup.”

After saying that, Song Lin handed the menu back to Qi Yuan. The other noodles were all fancy, but the clear soup noodles were simple. As long as he didn't add so many ingredients, he should be able to eat it.

Ten minutes later, Qi Yuan brought over a bowl of 'clear soup noodles', which was all white and only noodles.

Song Lin: "...don't you want to add green vegetables as a garnish?"

The presentation is okay, but this is a pure vegetarian noodle with nothing on it. Is it really worth eating?

Qi Yuan glanced at Song Lin, then took back the noodle bowl, boiled a piece of green vegetables to garnish it, lowered his eyes, and looked at his face.

"This bowl is free."

I would like to thank Song Lin for his suggestion.

Song Lin was not polite. He picked up the wooden chopsticks and looked up at Qi Yuan, who was sitting on the boss's exclusive stool. "Do you know where Ming Sui went?"

"You want to see him for something?" Qi Yuan was bored, so he chatted with Song Lin from time to time.

The surrounding environment is very safe. The people brought by Song Lin are scattered and hidden, and the people sent by Ming Sui to secretly protect her are also there.

"Why didn't he take you there?" Song Lin ate the noodles without changing his expression, and still did not change his desire to sow discord. "Do you think he would go to the neighboring market to find a beauty?"

"No." Qi Yuan didn't have the slightest doubt, but he didn't have any patience for Song Lin. "Song Lin, there are still six days. I will put the money in your card in six days. If you dare to touch it in these six days,

Mingsui, I can pay you back twice as much."

The great tonic in this world did not do anything harmful to nature, but Song Lin, the male protagonist, got innocent lives on his hands.

"Miss Qi, I'm really curious, where do you get the confidence?" Song Lin was eating noodles freely, his eyes were deep and boundless temptations were directed at Qi Yuan.

(End of chapter)