Shen Muyan planned to make Fang Ya bleed a little. That was what good best friends did.
Lu Qin: "We're friends. No need for a consultation fee. It's just a small favor, and I even get free food."
Shen Muyan froze for a moment, then said indignantly, "When I asked you for help before, why did you open your mouth and ask for a car?"
Fang Ya was your friend, but I was still your wife! Past progressive tense!
Lu Qin sent a smiling emoji. "You're different. You're a rich woman."
Shen Muyan: "..."
After they finished chatting, Shen Muyan told Fang Ya the news.
Fang Ya promptly called Lu Qin and sent him the address.
...Again...
.Fusion Cuisine Tasting!
Fang Ya sent over an address. It was the Jingtai Grand Hotel.
Lu Qin explained to Fang Ya that he was not a professional when it came to tasting dishes and could only do his best.
After all, he was not a gourmet. He was a cook.
Fang Ya did not see it that way. Back at Zijing Restaurant, Hu Zhijun had made a bowl of Liver Paste Soup. Lu Qin had merely looked at a photo and, as if he had fiery golden eyes, pointed out three fatal flaws.
So Lu Qin was definitely amazing.
They set the time for one o'clock. Lu Qin tidied up and prepared to take a taxi, since Shen Muyan had driven off in his car.
Unexpectedly, Shen Muyan had already sent someone to return the car, and it had even been washed.
The person who drove it over was Shen Muyan's pretty little secretary, Song Xuanxuan.
When this foodie saw Lu Qin again, Song Xuanxuan's eyes were full of admiration, sparkling like stars.
Having finally gotten the chance to meet Lu Qin in