I've been reborn, I'm definitely going to become an internet celebrity!

Chapter 127 [Give Me a Ride]

At the hotel entrance, Song Yinxuan stood next to the revolving door, pulling her suitcase.

She was dressed casually today, in a light gray sweatshirt and jeans, with her hair tied up, revealing her clean profile.

Sunlight refracted through the glass curtain wall, casting a warm glow on her.

"The weather here is really 7"

She spoke, her tone a mix of complaint and lingering sweetness, "A few days ago, they said it was going to be a cold front, so I even bought a coat here."

"And now you're wearing short sleeves again? It's already December, is that right?"

Liu Zhuohao looked up at her.

She stood there, pulling her suitcase with one hand, the other outstretched as if to demonstrate just how outrageous the weather was. Her sleeve slipped down, revealing a slender wrist.

"You'll get used to it," he replied.

"Actually, you didn't need to come all this way to see me off." Song Yinxuan dropped her exaggerated expression and pulled her suitcase to her side. "I can just take a taxi there."

She should go back.

Soybean Milk left two days ago after confirming the video.

She stayed for two more days.

"I'll definitely send it."

Liu Zhuohao got off the motorcycle. "After all, you came to help me shoot the video, but you didn't even get paid for it."

He paused, then added, "Besides, I don't have time to keep you company since you're here. I've been really busy lately; I just came from school."

As he spoke, he lowered his head and sniffed himself. He smelled a strong odor of cooking oil mixed with the smell of scallions, ginger, and garlic.

"I originally planned to come here for tourism, and the platform reimbursed my airfare and hotel expenses, so I actually made a profit. But—" Song Yinxuan tilted her head, a hint of doubt in her eyes, "School? You're still studying?"

"No, I'm going to the school to recruit people."

Liu Zhuohao explained, "We're opening a store soon, so we need to hire more employees."

He didn't dwell on the topic, instead looking at her suitcase: "Did you take a taxi? I'll call one for you."

As he spoke, he took out his phone and tapped the app with his thumb.

"Unfortunately, I don't have a driver's license yet."

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As he operated the machine, he said, "I can only take the test next year. It will be more convenient once I buy a car."

But then Song Yinxuan suddenly raised her hand, grabbed it, and pressed it against the arm holding the phone, as if to stop her. Her fingers were a little cold.

"Don't you have a car?"

she says.

Liu Zhuohao paused for a moment, then looked up.

She was probably referring to the van that went to film the video before, right?

"That's what I rented."

He replied, "The driver was also found at the last minute, so..."

"no."

Before he could finish explaining, Song Yinxuan gestured with her chin to the side.

Liu Zhuohao followed her gaze.

His scooter was parked on the side of the road, its black body reflecting the afternoon sun.

"That'll solve it, won't it?"

Song Yinxuan looked at him, and the corners of her mouth curved upwards.

Liu Zhuohao opened his mouth, his tone somewhat strange, "—A motorcycle, it only has two wheels and no trunk, it's hard to fit your suitcase in, you should call a car."

Is this appropriate?

Riding a motorcycle?

"Just hold him."

Song Yinxuan said it casually, her hand already reaching for the handle of her suitcase. "I'll carry the suitcase, and you ride the bike, isn't that fine?"

Liu Zhuohao looked at her, unable to respond for a moment.

She stood there, her suitcase propped up beside her legs, one hand holding the handle, the other hanging down. She looked like she really wanted to ride a motorcycle.

Call a ride-hailing car, sit comfortably in the front passenger seat, and even get some rest—isn't that great?

"What's wrong?"

She asked, her smiling eyes unchanged, "Do you think I'm too heavy?"

"It's a bit far."

Liu Zhuohao stated frankly, "If it's a motorcycle, I'll drive it carefully, and it will take at least an hour to complete."

"It's okay, my flight is tonight, and I need to have dinner at the airport before I leave."

Song Yinxuan replied.

"no----"

Liu Zhuohao scratched his head, unsure of what to say.

But then she thought, if she herself doesn't care, why is he being so awkward here?

"Alright."

Liu Zhuohao put his phone back in his pocket. "Then you hold the suitcase, and I'll ride slowly."

Song Yinxuan's eyes crinkled slightly as she dragged her suitcase toward the motorcycle.

She took two steps, then turned back to look at him: "What are you standing there for? Come help me, I can't lift him up by myself."

Liu Zhuohao quickly followed.

When he picked up the suitcase, he realized that it was actually quite light, which was different from what he had expected.

"I only brought a few clothes, cosmetics, a hair dryer, shampoo, shower gel, and stuff like that," Song Yinxuan said, watching him fuss over his things. "None of these things are heavy."

She counted on her fingers.

Liu Zhuohao didn't say anything, but propped the suitcase on his lap and used one hand to hold onto the bicycle seat. "Can you carry it? How about I carry it and you ride?"

Song Yinxuan paused for a moment, then looked down at the motorcycle and then looked up at Liu Zhuohao.

"I've never ridden one of these before."

She said, "And I don't have any identification either."

Liu Zhuohao laughed and said, "I was just kidding. I didn't really want you to ride it. I'm riding a scooter. Actually, your suitcase isn't very big, you can put it in front of it."

As he spoke, he placed his suitcase on the footrest in front of him, barely managing to squeeze it in, though it was a bit uncomfortable to walk on.

Liu Zhuohao got on the motorcycle and looked back at her: "Get on."

"How do we get on?"

"Step on the left footrest, right here, get on and sit behind me."

She hesitated for two seconds, then sat down sideways, causing the motorcycle to sway slightly.

"Are you seated?" Liu Zhuohao asked.

"Um."

"Where should I help myself?"

Her voice came from behind, carrying a hint of bewilderment.

Liu Zhuohao thought for a moment: "—I'll drive slower. Or you can push my back and grab my clothes."

He gently twisted the accelerator.

The motorcycle slowly drove off, crossed the street, passed several traffic lights, and headed towards the high-speed rail station. The speed was not fast, so that people behind would not be caught off guard and suddenly crash into it.

The wind blew past her ears, lifting her hair, and a few strands brushed against his neck, tickling him.

He didn't turn around, but he could sense that she was sitting right behind him, neither too close nor too far.

"You just said you were recruiting from schools?"

A sound came from behind.

"Um."

Liu Zhuohao replied.

"Hiring a chef?"

"right."

"Have you recruited anyone?"

"Not yet, we've arranged to try the dishes in a few days."

There was no sound after that.

After a while, it came again.

"When will our video be uploaded?"

Liu Zhuohao thought for a moment, "Let's wait a few days. It'll be three days from now, and the winter solstice is almost here, so the atmosphere will be better then."

"Does anyone watch videos on the Winter Solstice? Everyone has to eat and have a meal together."

"That depends on how good the show is and whether the audience has any expectations."

"So, do you plan to continue making this? I remember you said before that you wanted to collaborate with some small bloggers to help make review videos."

"Let's see."

As he was talking, Liu Zhuohao stopped again.

After a while, the sound came from behind again.

"By the way, I ordered those beef balls. The delivery should have arrived at home by now."

"—This can't be left at room temperature for long; it needs to be frozen. Do you have someone at home?"

"Yes, my mom."

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The two chatted casually.

She was good at finding topics to talk about; whenever Liu Zhuohao ended a conversation, she could find a new one.

The atmosphere along the way wasn't too awkward.

At the airport entrance, Liu Zhuohao stood on one leg, saying, "We've arrived."

He parked the motorcycle nearby, got off, and lifted the suitcase off the footrest.

Song Yinxuan also got out of the back seat, her hair a little messy from the wind.

She raised her hand to tidy her hair, running her fingers through the strands and tucking the stray hairs behind her ear.

In the sunlight, the outline of her ears was slightly translucent, appearing reddish.

"Thanks."

You're too kind.

The two stood facing each other, and neither spoke for a moment.

"that----"

Song Yinxuan spoke first, her voice a little softer than before, "Remember to let me know when your shop opens."

"OK."

"I'm here to support you."

"If you have time to travel, you can come by while you're here; there's no need to make a special trip," Liu Zhuohao said politely. "I'll definitely post a video later, and you can comment on it to feel involved."

"OK."

Song Yinxuan smiled again and pulled her suitcase toward the entrance.

After taking a few steps, I turned back.

Liu Zhuohao remained standing there, hands in his pockets, watching her.

"If you go to Sichuan or Chongqing, remember to look me up."

Song Yinxuan called out.

"————Okay, definitely. If the feedback is good enough, I'll ask you to do a collaboration."

Liu Zhuohao replied.

She waved, and he waved back.

Then I watched as Song Yinxuan turned around, dragging her suitcase and disappearing behind the glass door.

That was quite unexpected.

Liu Zhuohao walked back. He had only planned to see them off at the hotel entrance, but when they called out to him, he actually rode his motorcycle for almost an hour to the airport.

He put on his helmet, got on the motorcycle, and twisted the throttle.

gone.

I need to go back and rest; my schedule is already packed enough for today.

Congratulations! May your business prosper.

"Boss Chen, wow, you've even put up the Chen's signboard! You guys are really going to make a fortune!"

"Don't call me Boss Chen. The boss is my older brother. The future boss is Jianye."

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Inside Chen's factory, the celebration banquet that had been planned for more than half a month finally took place.

The celebration banquet wasn't held in a hotel or a high-end restaurant, but rather on the Chen family's own property, with about twenty tables set up.

They not only invited Liu Zhuohao, but also the factory's employees and some business partners.

This is very common in the Chaoshan region; many factories eat their New Year's Eve dinner and start-of-work dinner this way.

Instead of going to hotels or upscale restaurants, there's no need to waste money on unnecessary brand fees. The chef directly sourced the ingredients, and...

It's more enjoyable to cook and eat on your own turf.

When it's time to finish up and clean up, just hire a few more people to help.

All that money combined is only enough to set up a few tables in a place like a hotel.

"Come, come, let me introduce myself to everyone."

Although Chen Youyin is currently the person in charge of the factory, the one who is actually sitting in the seat of honor is Chen Jianye.

He sat down next to himself and gestured for the others at the head table to look over.

"This is Boss Liu, he's quite famous around here, you all know him, right?"

"Our Chenji business was able to be successfully promoted thanks to Boss Liu this time."

"Whether this signboard can be successfully established depends on Boss Liu."

When he put these words out, the other business owners at the main table, whether they knew him or not, all turned their gazes toward him, their eyes filled with doubt and curiosity.

"Boss Liu, come on, let me toast you!"

Chen Jianye raised a glass of wine.

"I was short-sighted before and didn't see your abilities. I even doubted whether you were a fraud."

He downed a glass of wine in one gulp, then held the glass level; not a drop remained. "We were able to close so many deals this time, all thanks to you. You're right, there are some things we don't understand, and we shouldn't get involved. Thank goodness!"

That's a bit too direct.

"Come on, everyone, let's all raise a glass to Boss Liu!"

He didn't just drink by himself; he also called on the workers at the other dozen or so tables to toast him.

"Boss Liu is a young man of great talent!"

"I did it!"

"I did it too!"

Liu Zhuohao looked at everyone helplessly, and had no choice but to get up and pour himself a glass as well.

"No, no, no, don't drink."

Chen Youyin, who was sitting on the other side of Chen Jianye, quickly spoke up to stop them, "Eat vegetables, there are so many vegetables."

"Amin, quickly put some food on Boss Liu's plate."

"Wait, we need a small bowl of something sweet first. This is lotus seed cooked in coconut milk, with some red dates and white fungus added. Let's start the meal with a bowl of something sweet, so that life will be sweet and beautiful."

At some dinner parties, the act of self-punishment with a drink is meant to force others to drink along.

But clearly, things weren't like that at the Chen family's celebration banquet; Chen Youyin didn't even serve Liu Zhuohao a drink.

He seemed to realize that he wasn't a big drinker, but was only drinking for business, so he didn't resist much.

Since he had been invited to the banquet, Liu Zhuohao did not refuse. Following his arrangement, he drank a few sips of sweet soup, followed by cold dishes: braised goose slices, smoked duck, and fried shrimp balls.

"In our Chaoshan banquet, this goose meat is a must-have; it's an old tradition." Chen Min, sitting next to me, smiled as she spoke, picking out a thick, chewy piece of braised goose meat from the braised goose with serving chopsticks and putting it in my bowl.

Liu Zhuohao picked up his chopsticks and tasted a piece; it tasted good.

But it's just good. It's not just for banquets. It's something I've eaten since I was a child. During festivals, when we worship the gods or offer incense to our ancestors, we always have to offer this plate of braised goose. It's always the same taste. There's no way to say that it's amazing or anything like that.

The duck meat that followed was pretty much the same.

The shrimp ball, however, surprised Liu Zhuohao. He reached out to grab another one.

"Come here, Boss Liu."

Chen Min had already picked up the serving chopsticks and quickly put some into her own bowl.

"These Kuiyang shrimp balls are very famous in our southern Guangdong region."

Chen Jianye said from the side, "Usually, we freeze it in the refrigerator. When we want to eat it, we just take it out and fry it. It's very fresh and fragrant. No extra steps are needed. No need to add salt or MSG—nothing at all. Just fry it."

Liu Zhuohao listened and nodded. Before long, the next dish was served.

Steamed lobster.

"Here you go, Boss Liu, let me peel it for you."

Chen Min was still very perceptive; she brought out a tool for cracking lobster shells and put on gloves to help peel the lobsters.

"Who is this culinary team?"

While eating the lobster meat that Chen Min had peeled, Liu Zhuohao asked Chen Jianye, who was sitting next to him.

Chen Jianye's eyes lit up. "Is Boss Liu interested in making contact?"

"Besides, we need to get to know each other first."

Liu Zhuohao replied, "At least so far, the taste of the dishes is not bad."

Although, in the previous few meetings, the attitude of this man in his thirties, the future head of Chen's Group, was not very good.

But after one collaboration and seeing the tangible benefits, his attitude changed completely, and he became very enthusiastic.