Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 239 Please Let Me Free a Meal 8

What is the most touching thing that Song Xuanran did for Gao Zeming and Song Xianyin? Song Xianyin said that Song Xuanran once made her a bowl of congee with preserved egg and lean pork.

Gao Zeming thought about it for a long time. Maybe she just liked eating congee with preserved egg and lean pork.

Otherwise, he wouldn't understand why she would be moved by a bowl of congee with preserved egg and lean pork.

"Where is this?"

Song Xianyin stared blankly at the scene before her.

It's neither a restaurant nor a concert hall.

Gao Zeming stood next to her, and after a short while, a row of long tables suddenly appeared in the hall.

Two rows of waiters each carried a small bowl of congee with preserved egg and lean pork.

They carefully placed the porridge on the table, and turned on the table's heat preservation function.

"I've hired top chefs from all over the country, and I've asked each of them to make a bowl of congee with preserved egg and lean pork just for you. You can see which one you like best." Gao Zeming gave up the stage for Song Xianyin.

All the chefs in the hall stood next to their creations, looking at her expectantly.

Song Xianyin was completely bewildered by this situation.

"Miss Song, if you think it's too much, just try a sip from each bowl." The bodyguard proudly patted his chest.

This is the prestige of the Gao family.

What do you mean by "love-obsessed"? There's no disease they can't cure.

“Miss Song, you can also tell us if you prefer other types of porridge. We can make it whenever you want,” another bodyguard said.

"that is!"

After tasting the congee with preserved egg and lean pork from several chefs, Song Xianyin smiled and said, "I know everyone's cooking skills are superb, but his congee is made with heart."

The first chef stepped forward as if he had been insulted.

"Miss, I also have feelings for my work; I have feelings for every single one of my pieces!"

He said passionately, "When I was still in my mother's womb, I could already tell whether the ingredients were fresh or not."

"My mom said that when I was celebrating my first birthday, I didn't grab a book or money, but instead grabbed a kitchen knife and a green onion!"

"As far back as I can remember, I've been studying how to cook. I love cooking; it's my life!"

"This bowl of porridge is filled with my love for the ingredients, my love for cooking, and my blessings for the person who will taste it!"

The chef looked at her incredulously: "You actually think this congee with preserved egg and lean pork lacks feeling?!"

Seeing the chef's face flushed with excitement, Song Xianyin dared not speak.

He was so passionate about it, she was afraid that if she continued talking, he would hit her with a spatula.

She had no choice but to continue tasting the other chefs' congee with preserved egg and lean pork. Although she only tasted a bite of each bowl, she eventually ate until she was stuffed with so many chefs.

She never wants to eat preserved egg and lean pork congee again in her life.

Gao Zeming was satisfied with her reaction; only in this way would she no longer be moved by cheap affection.

"Miss Song, has he ever done anything else that touched you deeply?" Gao Zeming continued to ask.

Song Xianyin quickly shook her head: "No, no."

Gao Zeming smiled and said, "Miss Song, you've finally awakened."

Because of her lack of material possessions, Miss Song mistakenly believed that it was true love.

The bodyguard was also moved by the scene. After so many days of training, Miss Song had finally mastered it.

Her romantic mind finally came to its senses.

In the afternoon, Gao Zeming decided to take her to his family's shopping mall to choose clothes. It's hard to go from luxury to frugality, so she was motivated to work hard to maintain this lifestyle.

The car was driving very slowly, which gave Song Xianyin a chance to properly look at the street.

As I looked around, I spotted a familiar figure.

But the figure disappeared the next second.

Song Xianyin looked at herself in confusion. Had she just imagined it? She thought she saw Song Xuanran.

The car window slowly rolled up, and Gao Zeming explained to her, "It's too noisy outside."

Song Xianyin nodded in understanding.

in the corner.

"Didn't I tell you to stay away from Miss Song?" The bodyguard pressed Song Xuanran down.

Song Xuanran looked pale and said, "Please, this street isn't owned by your Miss Song, why can't I come?"

The bodyguard said gruffly, "You scumbag, stay away from Miss Song."

Song Xuanran snorted: "She's the one who wants to get close to me, okay? I told her to leave, but she won't."

The bodyguard tightened his grip on his collar: "You scumbag, how dare you say such a thing!"

As expected, Song Xuanran was beaten up again.

The fighting in the alley stopped, and Song Xuanran, leaning against the wall, stood up shakily.

Do these people really need to have such a strong sense of justice? Aren't they gangsters?

What are you trying to do by doing this?!

He had never encountered so many people with a sense of justice in the previous twenty years. Big cities are just different; even the underworld seems so innocent.

We should show these gangsters what their village is all about, and let them see what it means for troublemakers to come from poor and remote areas.

Gao Zeming glanced lazily at that corner without saying a word.

The leaves on the trees had almost all fallen, and the wind had picked up, stinging people's faces.

Song Xuanran walked home with his hands in his pockets, shivering from the cold.

"Let the poor freeze to death."

Don't they know that poor people can't afford this kind of weather?

Even though he had only been away for a day, he felt that the house had become somewhat unfamiliar.

Perhaps she simply took away that reassuring feeling.

He closed the door and lay down on the bed, but he couldn't sleep comfortably no matter how hard he tried.

Song Xuanran got out of bed and looked towards the curtain.

It's not unreasonable for him to sleep on the blanket on the floor, since he doesn't touch her bed.

As soon as he opened the curtain, he saw Song Xianyin sitting on the blanket.

He looked at her blankly, and Song Xianyin frowned: "What are you looking at?"

Before Song Xuanran could react, he stood frozen by the curtain. Wait, wasn't she just in the car?

He frowned as he looked at Song Xianyin. Had he encountered a ghost in broad daylight? The one in front of him did seem a bit pale; perhaps it really was a ghost.

"Can you go back to your grave?" Song Xuanran squatted down in front of her with a solemn expression.

Song Xianyin's face darkened, and she slapped him across the face.

Song Xuanran covered his face and laughed, "Why did you come back? Did you have something on your mind?"

He sat on the edge of the blanket and said casually, "I originally wanted to bring him, but he coughed up blood, and I was afraid he might have some kind of illness."

"You can stay at that Gao's place a little longer. I'll bring him over once the old man gets better..."

Before Song Xuanran could finish speaking, something soft suddenly covered his head.

His vision went completely black. He sniffed and smelled the scent of new clothes.

"What?" His voice was muffled, hidden under his clothes.

"I don't like you, I want to smother you to death," Song Xianyin said.

Song Xuanran lay down and said, "Then you can smother me to death."

Anyway, she'll be the one burying him in the end.