Reborn as Tycoon's Wife in the Countryside
Chapter 110 The store was booked for a private event (first update)

Chapter 110: 110 The store was booked for a private event (first update)

Nearby, Lin Jing and Lin Yue walked over hand in hand.

Following them was a teenager with a stylishly uneven haircut, dressed in casual clothes, chewing gum arrogantly.

The teenager pointed at the dumpling restaurant and said in a ruffian tone, "Let’s have dumplings for lunch here today. Although this place isn’t very busy, the taste is decent enough."

"Tianhao," Lin Jing glanced at him, "I see there isn’t a single person inside; it’s quite deserted. How about we eat something else today?"

It was mealtime, and if there was not a single person at mealtime, how good could the food be?

"Right, I heard that the Eastern City big restaurant added a few new dishes, and they are pretty good. Why don’t we try there?" Lin Yue said, recalling what a classmate told her yesterday about the delicious Spicy Fish Head and Spicy Eggs, claiming they were many times better than before, probably because they changed chefs.

"If you want to go, you go," the teenager named Tianhao said as he walked ahead, "I’m having this for lunch."

"Alright then, after lunch let’s go check out the city, I heard the big shopping mall got a lot of new summer clothes." Tianhao’s family has shares in the city mall; following Tianhao there might also mean a discount.

Tianhao, with one hand casually in his pocket, headed towards the dumpling shop, with Lin Jing and Lin Yue behind him.

Just as the trio was about to enter, they saw a figure rush out from inside and stand at the door waving at them, "Dear guests, I’m sorry but the restaurant is fully booked by a private party today."

The three of them stopped, "Fully booked?"

Such a concept was bizarre for such a small town. Who had such grandeur to book the entire place for dumplings - it frustrated Tianhao, who as a young man quickly lost his patience, "Cut the crap. What do you mean fully booked? I came here today to eat dumplings."

Old Jian tied an apron around himself and wore a chef’s hat, his complexion not fair and his age indiscernible, but he seemed about in his early thirties.

"Exactly, you open the door but don’t serve customers, you might as well close for good," Lin Yue, who wasn’t fond of dumplings felt increasingly angry when she heard they were not allowed in.

What kind of place was this, trying to act like they book venues. It was ridiculous.

Old Jian smacked his head, his tone even more earnest, "I just remembered, our restaurant indeed isn’t open today. I will close the door now, I’m sorry."

Upon hearing this, Tianhao got even more irritated.

Fuck, what does that mean? Was he looking down on them?

Seeing that they were about to enter, the situation changed: one moment it was closing, the next, it was fully booked. "I must eat these dumplings today. Lin Jing, let’s go inside."

As he spoke, Tianhao barged past Old Jian, trying to enter.

Old Jian gestured helplessly towards the outside; he had done his best.

His voice was loud enough, the two inside definitely must have heard him.

When Su Xiaofeng saw Old Jian rush out from the kitchen and knock over a bottle of soy sauce, she impulsively pushed Ye Cheng.

Gosh, it was supposed to be artificial respiration, she was giving him air, but why did it always end up like kissing every time in the end?

The spiritual energy suddenly cut off, and Ye Cheng’s eyes were tightly closed, fainting in Su Xiaofeng’s arms.

Su Xiaofeng, seeing him pass out again, cursed internally: When giving him air, he acts like a bandit, and in a moment, he’s like an inflatable doll.

Seeing people were about to enter, Su Xiaofeng pinched Ye Cheng’s nose.

Usually, this method could wake anyone who was asleep.

Indeed, Su Xiaofeng only pinched for a while, and Ye Cheng woke up.

The instant he opened his eyes, whether it was Xiaofeng’s misperception or not, she seemed to see a flash of ferocity in his eyes.

The moment Ye Cheng opened his eyes and saw Su Xiaofeng, the next second, he realized something.

At this moment, it appeared he was being embraced by Su Xiaofeng.

Su Xiaofeng belatedly remembered this matter and, frightened, sprang up quickly pushing the person in her arms away and hastily sat back down.

Ye Cheng, not anticipating that Su Xiaofeng would toss him aside like trash, failed to sit back on the bench properly and ended up on the ground.

Su Xiaofeng: —

Outside, Dong Tianhao’s voice entered somewhat arrogantly, "Not just fully booked, I can book the whole place too. Tell the people inside to get out; today, this little place is booked by the three of us."

If anyone dares to show attitude in front of young master Dong, they had better have the credentials to back it up.

"Yes, you spoke as if we couldn’t afford it," Lin Jing followed behind. The man in front had connections with the Dong Family that not only owned private mines but also had enterprises in the city. They were rich.

As for himself, the Lin Family was not a minor household in this county either; they had cars, washing machines, and refrigerators at home.

"Ladies and gentlemen," the young truck driver Ye Fei came out from the kitchen: "Please, head upstairs, we have private rooms available."

He glanced over at the old man’s table.

The woman had already sat back down opposite, and the old man seemed to have been sitting on the ground just a moment ago, but now he was seated properly, looking rather unwell.

A sense of dread hit him—finished, finished.

With that expression, there was bound to be trouble soon.

"Why sit upstairs?" Dong Tianhao sat down at the table next to Su Xiaofeng’s group: "Let’s eat downstairs. We’re going to book the whole place today, tell them to leave."

They could book the place, and he could as well.

Dong Tianhao didn’t dare claim to be extremely wealthy, but he had enough to book a dumpling restaurant.

"This young man," Old Jian approached with a forced smile, his day truly couldn’t get any worse, having summoned two such difficult ancestors: "How about—"

"Su Xiaofeng," Lin Yue saw the people at the next table and raised her voice: "What are you doing here?"

Due to Ye Cheng’s waking up, Su Xiaofeng’s face was still flushed, her thoughts somewhat interrupted. Startled by someone calling her name, she looked up unfocused.

"It really is you." Lin Yue saw Su Xiaofeng eating dumplings here and immediately showed disdain: "It really is you. Mom said you moved to the city by yourself, and I didn’t believe her. It turns out everything Mom said was true."

"Miss, your dumplings," Old Jian brought over a bowl of dumplings: "Sorry for the delay of a few minutes, please don’t mind."

Old Jian served the dumplings to Su Xiaofeng, inwardly giving a thumbs-up to the woman who had subdued their boss. This woman was no simple character; not only had she subdued the boss, but it seemed he was quite obedient to her, without a hint of temper.

Su Xiaofeng met the owner’s evaluative gaze, her ears turning even redder.

Finished, finished.

She must have been seen by the owner giving Ye Cheng mouth-to-mouth earlier, how embarrassing.

"Thank you." She silently bowed her head to eat, unwilling to meet anyone else’s gaze, she glanced at the cause of it all and built a protective shield in her mind, resolved to never easily approach Ye Cheng again—it was too dangerous.

Seeing that Su Xiaofeng was ignoring her, Lin Yue grew agitated: "Su Xiaofeng, are you deaf? Didn’t you hear me speaking to you?"

Lin Jing glanced at Su Xiaofeng, then spoke to Tianhao: "That’s Su Xiaofeng, my stepmom’s eldest daughter, she grew up in the countryside."

Dong Tianhao took a look, she was quite attractive, but didn’t seem very vibrant. People had been speaking to her for a while, and she hadn’t responded at all.

Su Xiaofeng swallowed a dumpling, her emotions more or less settled, and slowly looked up: "Didn’t Mom ever teach you that if you speak to someone and they don’t respond, it means they just don’t want to bother with you?"

Just after going back to the kitchen, Old Jian exchanged a glance with Ye Fei, thinking to themselves that the boss’s woman really was something different; her first word had choked others up.

Lin Yue, still young and in her second year of high school, was proud and had a quick temper. Hearing Lin Jing’s words, she retorted immediately: "Don’t keep calling her ’Mom’ so happily. Mom has said she has only two daughters, me and Jing. As for who you are, she doesn’t even remember."

Having not grown up beside Mom, she wouldn’t call her ’Mom’—talking about Su Xiaofeng herself, what affections could she have for Mom?

Anyway, she wouldn’t acknowledge Su Xiaofeng.

Su Xiaofeng was just a country girl. Even if recognized, she would likely just bring shame upon her.

Listening to Lin Yue, Su Xiaofeng’s eyes flickered slightly: "Let Mom tell me that herself, I will be very happy if she says that to me directly, I barely remember I have a real mom too."

Hearing her words, Lin Yue wanted to say more, but Lin Jing gestured to her: "Jingjing, no matter what, she’s still your sister. In public, you should save her some face."

Lin Yue pouted and glared at Su Xiaofeng, feeling unconvinced inside.

Lin Jing glanced at the man who was with Su Xiaofeng, who was quite handsome but seemed a bit dull, sitting there calmly not touching his food or making a sound.

She quietly asked Lin Yue: "Who is that man, a match your mom arranged for her?"

Yesterday, her father and LuoYuzhu had come back only to see Luo Yuzhu busy; she found out then that it was because Su Xiaofeng had moved to the city and Luo Yuzhu was busy finding her a match.

It made sense; with Su Xiaofeng’s current situation, if she didn’t hurry up and find someone to marry, would she wait to be helpless in the city and move into the Lin Family?

If Su Xiaofeng wanted to enter the Lin Family, she would be the first to disagree.