After Qin Huai parked the car in a spot in the underground parking lot, he originally wanted to go straight ho to rest. Luo Jun absolutely wouldn’t allow it, thinking Qin Huai would definitely go ho to sneak a peek at his mories, so Qin Huai should take him ho and conveniently finish watching the mories there.
To Luo Jun’s extre distrustful behavior, Qin Huai could only say:
"Spot on."
After Luo Jun sent Zhang Shui out to buy a pot of hanging orchid, Qin Huai opened the ga interface.
A new main quest appeared on the task panel.
[Single Item King]: As a newly established restaurant that has just gained a foothold, having a few signature dishes that custors rave about is your capital for making a na for yourself in the future. Please have Yunzhong Restaurant offer 5 items with daily sales, a satisfaction rate of no less than 98%, and at least 1000 custors considering it the best dish of its kind they’ve ever had.
Task Reward: Popularity Boost 1000, [???’s Segnt of a Dream] (Choose: Yes/No)
Qin Huai figured out that the ??? in the task reward are the nas of characters in the pictorial that he hasn’t unlocked yet. This ga system doesn’t leave any loopholes for him; it’s impossible to advance on characters before unlocking the pictorial.
After accepting the main quest [Single Item King], you can check the current progress in the task.
Good news, the restaurant currently has two qualifying items, which are Fernted Rice with Stead Buns and Dried Tangerine Peel Tea.
Bad news, there aren’t even leads for the remaining three items.
Qin Huai thought that Three at Buns and Five Fillings Bun were definitely hopeless. Although these buns were delicious, they’re quite common snacks in the Huaiyang region, with many stores selling them. Unless Qin Huai’s culinary skills were unparalleled, it’s hard to beco the best in the custor’s mind since snacks are a matter of personal taste.
But for the main quest, no rush.
The objectives for the task reward haven’t even appeared yet; there’s ti to worry when they do.
Qin Huai glanced at the main quest and then turned his gaze to Luo Jun, who was comfortably leaning on the sofa and watching TV while eating fruit.
"Is there anything you want to give a heads-up about?" Qin Huai asked.
"No." Luo Jun, eyes glued to the TV drama, didn’t spare Qin Huai an extra glance.
Qin Huai took a look, seed like a new fantasy drama.
Luo Jun really had a love for these.
"Then I’ll... watch the mories now, okay?" Qin Huai said.
"Go ahead, it’s not like I can stop you from watching, can I?"
Ignoring Luo Jun’s sarcastic tone, Qin Huai clicked on [A Segnt of Luo Jun’s mory].
Select Yes.
mory loading—
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"Bo Yan, today Master Jiang made the dumplings you love, I bought a few of each."
"Why have you been calling by that na lately?"
"After all, I didn’t know your style na was Bo Yan before. I feel using it is intimate; why hadn’t you ntioned it before?"
"It was carelessly picked when I returned to the country, a hassle."
"Not a hassle at all, it’s very nice."
The mont Qin Huai entered the mory, he saw Liu Tao’s smiling face.
At this mont, Liu Tao was clearly a few years older than when she was acting, her hair pinned up, looking like a matron. The color of her cheongsam was darker, appearing more sober.
Liu Tao carried a food box in her hands, a jade bracelet on her wrist, gemstone earrings, a pearl necklace on her neck, and bejeweled gold hairpieces. Overall, she looked wealthier than during their first movie date when she wore all the troupe’s jewelry.
Qin Huai started examining the house.
The house wasn’t very large, with two floors. Upstairs housed a bedroom, a study, a storage room, and a bathroom; downstairs was the living room and kitchen, with a yard outside.
The décor was relatively simple, incomparable to the luxurious carpeted setting of Licha Hotel, but compared to contemporaneous standards, it could be considered affluent.
The living room had little furniture: a display shelf, two cabinets, one table, two sofas, and stacks of newspapers.
The cabinets in the living room were full of novels, probably because the upstairs study couldn’t hold them all.
Luo Jun was wearing a shirt, sitting on the sofa and reading a newspaper. His posture mirrored exactly that of the Luo Jun Qin Huai saw before entering the mory — watching TV on the sofa — like a perfect replication.
Liu Tao placed the food box on the table, went to the kitchen to get so plates, arranged them, opened the food box, and placed the dumplings on the plates one by one.
After Liu Tao finished placing the food, Luo Jun also finished reading the novel serial on the newspaper, put down the newspaper, and looked up at the dumplings on the plates.
The dumplings ca in a great variety.
Apple, orange, pear, apricot, hawthorn, persimmon, peach, cape gooseberry, jujube, chestnut, white radish, polo, carrot, pumpkin, walnut, peanut.
They varied in appearance; the apple was made most realistically, while the polo was the least like its original form, offering a kaleidoscope of colors, appearing deceptive at first glance.
The polo was the largest and looked the least like itself; upon seeing it, Luo Jun imdiately criticized, "What on earth is this?"
"Master Jiang’s new polo," Liu Tao explained.
"I’ve seen plenty of unpeeled polos that don’t look like this at all. If he can’t make it right, he shouldn’t, wasting flour," criticized Luo Jun unabashedly, picking up the apple dough ball, which looked most authentic, "Just make the apple honestly."
"Master Jiang also wants to create sothing new," Liu Tao said, folding the newspaper Luo Jun had just finished, "We should be empathetic. We’re refugees from the war, Master Jiang, too."
"We ca from Shanghai, Master Jiang from Beiping; eting from such distant places is a rare chance."
"I’m not running from the war; what’s there to run from?" Luo Jun mumbled, picking up another newspaper, "Taotao, have you heard any news of your parents?"
Liu Tao gave a wry smile and shook her head.
"I was sold to the opera troupe at five; after all these years, everything’s changed. Bo Yan, do you not like this place? If you really don’t, let’s go back to Shanghai. I know you can’t get used to eating and living here, and you can’t even buy the newspapers and books you like."
"Every ti we have Uncle Liang send a month’s supply; now with the war, it’s dangerous for Uncle Liang to deliver papers. I hear the Shanghai concession is safe now; maybe we should..."
"It’s the sa wherever," Luo Jun said, looking at the newspaper, "If you can’t find out about them, offer more money, isn’t that what you said? We and Master Jiang t here despite the distance; your parents originally lived here, where can they run to? Your family didn’t have money, couldn’t afford train or ship tickets, how far could they have gone walking?"
"What I have is ti, if not found in one year, then two, if not two, then three. I truly can’t enjoy the food here, but the dishes at Wu Family Restaurant and from Master Jiang are alright, good enough to eat."
"Don’t order from Wu Family Restaurant tonight. Last ti I rember Master Jiang made so sort of tofu..."
"Braised Tofu," Liu Tao reminded.
"Yes, that one, I want that tonight, you can choose the rest to your taste."
"Do we need to bring ingredients to Master Jiang’s if we choose dishes there? Seems like even condints are self-supplied; never mind, I’ll go with you there tonight."
"Is he that poor, can’t even afford soy sauce?"
Liu Tao chuckled, "After all, like , Master Jiang spent all his money looking for people; these days finding news of relatives is costly."
Luo Jun shook his head, indicating he didn’t understand, and continued reading the novel.
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