The Strange Chef Qin, Old Cheng Convinced

How was it you, Liu Mengxi? Qin Fen had spotted the girl too. The world was damn small!

"What are you doing here?" The girl was shocked, thinking the same thing as the chef.

"Then what are you doing here?" Qin Fen was equally stunned. The people beside them had also been drawn over, never expecting everyone to know one another.

The girl seemed delighted. "Guess?"

Ha! Old Cheng grinned. Just as expected of one of ours.

Qin Fen picked his nose and glanced at the old man. "I never expected Old Cheng to be your grandfather!"

Old Cheng sprayed out another mouthful of tea. Kid, how did you know that again? Wei Qiang was already dumbfounded. Was this really the master he wanted to take as his teacher? He did not seem like a martial artist at all—more like a detective novelist.

"You..." Liu Mengxi was stunned as well, as if she had seen a side of Chef Qin that nobody knew about.

"Because your surname is Liu and his is Cheng!"

That simple? The girl did not believe him. "You guessed, didn't you?"

Qin Fen laughed. "The first thing I noticed was your hands. They were very fair, without calluses or scars, and very well maintained. Now that I've seen you, I know it must be related to your profession. Since you don't know Chinese martial arts, and Old Chen sent me here, his purpose must have been to visit an expert. There are also sayings about passing skills to sons but not daughters, and to family but not outsiders. So Old Cheng is your relative, yet he did not teach you. But he likes you so much that he shouldn't have held back. Add in my earlier deduction about your birthday—if you're not his granddaughter, then what