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Chapter 559: Quite Understands How to Win People’s Heart

Chapter 559: Chapter 559: Quite Understands How to Win People’s Heart

Zhu Qianying finished speaking, turned around and was about to leave.

"It wasn’t me who bought it. Mr. Luo brought it over for everyone to share. Sister Ying Zi, what do you want to eat, chips? Or seaweed?"

At these words, Zhu Qianying walked back, picked out a pack of seaweed from the two snacks Xiao Ya handed her, and made her way out.

It seems that Luo Yifan is indeed very skilled at winning people over. If nothing else, at least all the hearts in this store are now in favor of Luo Yifan.

Zhu Qianying stepped out of the office and saw Luo Yifan sitting at his usual spot at the two-person table.

"Uncle Luo, good morning!"

"Ying Zi? When did you return?"

Luo Yifan looked surprised to see Zhu Qianying at this time, but besides his astonishment, his expression was serene.

"I came back the night before last, took a lazy day at home yesterday, and came out today to lend a hand."

"Have a seat?"

Luo Yifan stood up and pulled out the chair across from him.

Zhu Qianying walked over, said thank you, and sat down.

"I heard from my mom that she decided to partner with you for the food exhibition," Zhu Qianying said directly.

"Yes, I just submitted the application yesterday. It’s too late to back out now!" Luo Yifan laughed.

Zhu Qianying pretended to be surprised, "Back out? Who wants to back out, you Uncle Luo?"

Luo Yifan glanced instinctively at the kitchen area, "Your mom didn’t tell you?"

Zhu Qianying looked puzzled, "Tell me what?"

"I had a big argument with your mom yesterday! No, we’ve been arguing for the past two days. Your mom is probably going mad at me."

Luo Yifan seemed to be self-aware, but from his calm and smiling demeanor, he seemed to be merely stating the fact, not expressing any regret.

Zhu Qianying gave him a thumbs up, half jokingly, half seriously.

"Uncle Luo, you’re amazing. My mom is very easy-going. In all my years, I’ve hardly ever seen her lose her temper. You were actually able to drive her mad?"

Luo Yifan laughed, "Are you praising me or blaming me here?"

Zhu Qianying also laughed, "What do you think?"

This is really a matter of perspective.

Her mom is still angry and probably doesn’t even want to see Luo Yifan right now.

But from another standpoint, it’s a good thing that she can be easily stirred by someone, even if it’s in anger.

As to whether it was praise or blame, Zhu Qianying didn’t say explicitly, and Luo Yifan didn’t ask further.

Zhu Qianying believes that those who understand will understand.

As for the specifics of the argument between Luo Yifan and Chen Jing, Luo Yifan didn’t mention any, and it naturally wasn’t suitable for Zhu Qianying to ask.

Although she too was curious and loves gossip, they’re all adults after all, and even a mother and daughter should have their own secrets.

Nevertheless, from a sentence Xiao Ya mentioned, Zhu Qianying speculates that Luo Yifan might have been offering unsolicited advice while her mom was trying out new dishes. What’s more, his comments were probably unconstructive in her mom’s view, which is why she lost her temper.

"Ying Zi, when you’re going to R City, remember to let me know. I’ll take you to my restaurant to taste the skills of my chefs."

Luo Yifan has mentioned his family and his business to Zhu Qianying more than once. His intentions couldn’t be more clear.

"Okay, as long as my mom is free, my baby boy and I are generally available on weekends."

Zhu Qianying’s meaning is also very clear: whether they go or not doesn’t depend on her, but on her mother.

"I always hear you mention baby boy, but I’ve never had the chance to meet him," Luo Yifan said regretfully.

"When the time is right, we are bound to meet," Zhu Qianying chuckled half-truthfully.

Then, Luo Yifan talked about his two sons. His elder son just turned twenty-six, only two or three months older than Zhu Qianying. He is currently assisting with his business. His younger son is twenty-four, studying abroad, but will graduate and return home soon.

Zhu Qianying just listened, occasionally interjecting a harmless comment or two.

Then, Luo Yifan mentioned his wife who had passed away from illness years ago.

It was clear that he had deep feelings for his wife. Yet, he didn’t talk much about her.

It was uncertain whether he didn’t want to talk about it or was afraid of Zhu Qianying’s negative reaction.

"Sorry, I always do this. When I start talking about my home, I can’t stop. Isn’t it boring?"

At Luo Yifan’s apology, Zhu Qianying just smiled, "Not at all, I find what you’re saying quite interesting."

In her view, Zhu Qianying didn’t believe his excuse about being unable to stop talking. Instead, she felt he was informing her about his family situation to let her understand his family better.

Zhu Qianying neither confirmed nor denied his initiative.

After all, the initiative in this matter wasn’t in her hands.

As their conversation continued, it was time for the restaurant to open. Luo Yifan finally stood up, saying he was going to check the kitchen. Zhu Qianying didn’t stop him; after all, he seemed to have been granted permission by her mom to freely access the kitchen.

Watching Luo Yifan walk into the kitchen, Zhu Qianying turned around to take out her laptop from the office, sitting behind the cashier’s counter, doing her own work while helping take payments and reconcile accounts.

The restaurant was as busy as always with an endless stream of customers, but almost all of them had made reservations online.

By now, everyone in L City probably knew that Quiet Restaurant is a place where you need to make a reservation at least a week in advance online.

Those who wanted to dine here had become accustomed to making early reservations. Some even selected their dishes in advance online. As a result, Chen Jing, even though busy, was always organized and systematic, which meant she had spare time to collaborate with Luo Yifan on developing new dishes.

"Sir, which table are you at?"

Nowadays, when Xiao Ya greeted guests, she would usually ask about the table number directly to avoid unnecessary questions and answers.

"Table number ten!"

"Alright, sir, you booked a table for two. Please follow me!"

Xiao Ya led the customers to the table, had them seated, checked their information with her iPad, gestured another waitress to tend to the customers, and then turned to greet the next batch of customers coming in.

It might be a misconception, but Zhu Qianying felt that one of the customers who had just walked in to table ten seemed familiar, at least from their silhouette.

However, the man was wearing a hat and had his back to her, so she couldn’t confirm it immediately.

She opened her computer, pulled up the information for table ten, and found the booking was made by a Mr. Huo a week ago.

Entering Mr. Huo’s details into the search bar, she found that this individual had visited three times before.

Feeling reassured, Zhu Qianying relaxed. After all, people can look alike, and she chalked her doubts up to