I Just Want to Be a Salted Fish in Peace

　　Lin Xian felt that the next task was most likely related to Ji Rui Building, so he asked that.

　　"Let's go, go out and say, please drink tea!"

　　The three walked out of the convenience store, Zhong Bo turned around and pulled the shutter door, and took Lin Xian and Nie Qingqing to the opposite tea house.

　　After finding a secluded place, Zhong Bo ordered a pot of oolong tea and recalled with a look: "This matter has to start with the grievances between our Niu Pai and Zhao Pai."

　　Lin Xian raised his eyebrows and said, "Grievance?"

　　"As I said before, the Manchu-Han Banquet is actually a Yangzhou official dish, created by the four chefs. After several turmoils, the other two factions have been lost, and only our Niu faction and Zhao faction are left to keep warm."

　　Uncle Zhong took a sip of tea and continued: "Back then, the descendants of the Zhao faction thought that the two factions should be merged. But my father didn't agree. In the end, they broke up and went their separate ways."

　　"What does that have to do with the game?" Lin Xian wondered.

　　"Twenty years ago, there was an overseas Chinese who returned to China and spent a lot of money looking for us at Jirui Building to have a full-fledged Manchu-Han banquet. When the descendants of the Zhao faction learned about this, they took this opportunity to challenge. And the bet of the challenge is that both sides restaurant and signboard.”

　　Lin Xian raised his eyebrows and said, "Can't you refuse?"

　　"Can't refuse!"

　　Uncle Zhong shook his head and laughed and said, "If you refuse, you will admit that you are shorter than the Zhao faction, and you will lose your temper. The bull faction can lose, but it must be compared!" Xi.

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　　Lin Xian's heart moved, and he said, "Have you thought about another match?"

　　"I thought about it, but one has no money, and the other has no bets. What can you compare it to? Besides, in Liao Jie's state, whether he can use a kitchen knife, let's talk about it!" Uncle Zhong said with a wry smile.

　　Hearing this, Lin Xian already had an idea in his heart.

　　But he didn't make an immediate statement.

　　It's not too late to wait until the system tasks are refreshed.

　　Otherwise, wouldn't it be embarrassing to make an oolong at that time?

　　After drinking some tea, Lin Xian's cell phone rang.

　　Tang Ping!

　　Seeing the caller ID, he smiled and said, "Liao Yingqi has arrived in Yangcheng!"

　　Saying that, he answered the phone.

　　On the other side of the phone, Tang Ping asked, "Mr. Lin, we have already got off the plane. Are we going to a hotel or a convenience store now?"

　　Lin Xian instructed: "You go to Shangri-La Hotel first. I will call the hotel and open two rooms for you."

　　"Ok!"

　　Tang Ping didn't talk nonsense, he hung up the phone when he spoke.

　　Lin Xian just turned on the loudspeaker, and Uncle Zhong could hear the conversation between the two clearly.

　　He picked up the teacup and took a sip. He sighed: "This child Yingqi is also suffering. It's been 20 years, and I don't know what she looks like now!"

　　"Don't worry, I'll see you in a while!" Lin Xian comforted.

　　The three sat in the teahouse for a while, only to see Liao Jie hurriedly entering the teahouse.

　　Looking at him up and down, Lin Xian was extremely surprised.

　　At this moment, Liao Jie is like a different person.

　　Before, the beard was stubborn, and the hair was greasy on the head, looking like an old man in his sixties.

　　But at this moment, his hair is cut short, his beard is all shaved, he is wearing an Armani summer dress, he is in good spirits, and he looks at most forty years old.

　　"is this OK?"

　　Liao Jie looked at his dress and said with a worried expression.

　　Lin Xian praised: "It's completely possible, I almost didn't recognize it!"

　　"really?"

　　Liao Jie looked extremely nervous, and he didn't know where to put his hands.

　　"Liao Yingqi has arrived, ready, let's go!"

　　Lin Xian stood up, took the initiative to pay for the tea, and then called the driver.

　　……

　　……

　　Taking Liao Jie and others into the hotel, Yu Jing immediately greeted him and said with a warm smile, "Mr. Lin, I'm very happy to continue serving you!"

　　Lin Xian asked, "Which room is Tang Ping in?"

　　"12 on the 507th floor!"

　　"Take us there!"

　　"Okay, everyone here, please!"

　　Yu Jing made an inviting gesture and walked towards the elevator first.

　　In the elevator, looking at Liao Jie's trembling hand, Uncle Zhong patted his shoulder and comforted him, "Don't be nervous, I believe that Yingqi will be very happy to see you."

　　When he stepped out of the elevator, he saw Tang Ping leaning against the door of a room with a cigarette in his mouth.

　　Seeing Lin Xian, he hurriedly put out the cigarette and greeted him, "Mr. Lin, Miss Liao is in the room. She is a little excited. My girlfriend is with her."

　　Hearing this, Lin Xian looked at Liao Jie and said with a smile, "Master Liao Jie, go in by yourself, I won't disturb you."

　　After all, the father and daughter recognize each other, and there is a lot to say. It is inappropriate for them to be outsiders.

　　Uncle Zhong also nodded and said, "Liao Jie, come in, I'll wait for you outside!"

　　"Thanks!"

　　Liao Jie looked at Lin Xian, thanked him solemnly, took a deep breath, and pushed the door into the room.

　　"Let's go, let's go back to the room first!"

　　Lin Xian smiled slightly, took Nie Qingqing's little hand, and went all the way back to his room.

　　Back in the room, Nie Qingqing sat on the sofa, lazily.

　　"are you tired?"

　　Carrying a bottle of champagne, Lin Xian came to sit beside her and asked.

　　"Fortunately."

　　Nie Qingqing smiled shyly and rested his head on his shoulder.

　　Poured a glass of champagne and handed it to her, Lin Xian said softly, "Have a drink and then rest for a while. When their father and daughter meet, it is estimated that they won't be able to talk about it for a while."

　　Taking the wine glass, Nie Qingqing took a sip, then his eyes lit up, and he said in surprise, "It's so fragrant, and the taste is also very good..."

　　"A bottle of more than [-], of course it's delicious!" Lin Xian joked.

　　More than eight thousand?

　　Hearing this, Nie Qingqing couldn't help but be speechless.

　　Although she already has 50 pocket money in her bank card, she is still not used to this luxurious life.

　　After drinking the champagne in the glass, the two lay on the sofa hugging each other and rested for a while.

　　Slept till 8pm.

　　A phone call from Tang Ping woke him up from his sleep.

　　"Mr. Lin, Master Liao Jie said that in order to thank you, he is going to cook a yellow croaker in soup. Do you have time now?"

　　Lin Xian rubbed his face and said, "Okay, wait for me in the hotel lobby for a while!"

　　"what happened?"

　　Nie Qingqing was awakened by the sound of the phone and asked.

　　"Go wash up, you'll have a good meal tonight, and you can taste the top dish of the Manchurian banquet. In the whole country, he may be the only one who can cook it!" Lin Xian said with a smile.

　　"so smart?"

　　Nie Qingqing suddenly became interested, and hurriedly got up and walked to the bathroom.

　　After washing up, the two held hands and walked all the way to the hotel lobby.

　　Liao Jie and others were already waiting there early.

　　It was the first time that Lin Xian saw Liao Yingqi. She wasn't too pretty, but her eyebrows and eyes showed a gentle temperament.

　　Her eyes were slightly red, apparently she had just cried for a while.

　　Beside Liao Yingqi, there is a girl who looks about 23 years old, who is Tang Ping's girlfriend.

　　Liao Yingqi saw Lin Xian and thanked him, "Mr. Lin, thank you very much."

　　"fine!"

　　Lin Xian waved his hand.

　　Liao Jie said: "Mr. Lin, I have already prepared the materials, let's go now!"

　　"it is good!"

　　He has been looking forward to this yellow croaker in soup for a long time.

　　Because there were too many people, the hotel specially arranged a Mercedes-Benz commercial vehicle.

　　Zhong Bo sat in the co-pilot to guide the way, and after a while, the business car stopped in front of a small restaurant. .

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