Chapter 787: Chapter 787: Young Master Zhong, You Ate the Most
Zhong Yi made a great effort to calm his emotions, finally suppressing the anger in his heart.
He paused and said, “Huo Xingzhou was poisoned too?”
Wan Jiang nodded, “Yes, President Huo was indeed poisoned too. Young Master Sun probably didn’t set this up to target you on purpose.”
Zhong Yi felt sowhat balanced psychologically.
After all, Huo Xingzhou was in the sa situation.
“Did he vomit too? Was he also this embarrassed?”
“Probably, food poisoning is usually like this. It’s just that you consud more, which is why it’s particularly severe. But the doctors have already said, as long as you rest for a few days, you’ll be fine. You…”
“I want to go out.”
Zhong Yi’s face was pale as he was on an IV drip.
He had been tornted all night, looking listless, and his appearance lacked so of his usual gentle temperant. Instead, he seed more like soone not to be ssed with.
“Where are you going?”
“Did you find the place for Feng Nanxi and Pei Qian’s arranged eting?”
“Found it, at a newly opened western restaurant in the Imperial Capital. It’s still early now, they probably haven’t arrived. They should be eting over lunch, I’ve had people watching them the whole ti.”
Wan Jiang knew that Zhong Yi was investigating Feng Nanxi, so he didn’t slack off.
“Hmm, then let’s go out later. Reserve a table for at the western restaurant…”
“Are you planning to dine there? The doctor advised you to eat lightly, western food isn’t easy to digest.” Wan Jiang looked at him worriedly.
The first day of the new year already had a bad start, it just felt inauspicious.
But thinking that the Huo Family was in the sa situation balanced it internally for him.
“I know what I’m doing.”
Zhong Yi lay on the bed, pausing before speaking.
He hadn’t felt this wretched even when hurt at Thirteen Bay, this tornt made him wish he could cut Sun Weing into pieces.
“Then you rest for now, I’ll arrange everything and co back to inform you.”
“Alright.”
…
Three hours later, the Zhong Family’s Cullinan was parked at the entrance of the new internet-famous restaurant in the Imperial Capital.
This place operated on reservations, and walk-in custors were politely turned away at the door.
Although it was an internet-famous restaurant, it looked more upscale and tranquil, without any chaotic filming.
Zhong Yi and Wan Jiang were politely invited inside.
The waiter knew the notoriety of the Zhong Family; almost everyone in the Imperial Capital was discussing that the heir position of the Zhong Family might fall to Zhong Lingxiao, but ordinary people still dared not treat this young master of the Zhong Family with disrespect.
That was the prestigious Zhong Family! Just a stomp could shake many people.
“Young Master Zhong, please, we have reserved a private room specifically for you.”
“No, I’ll sit in the main hall.”
Zhong Yi pointed to the table near the large glass window at the far end, which was relatively hidden, one wouldn’t notice it without looking intently.
“Okay, no problem. You can bring any request to us, I’ll get the nu for you right away.”
“Thank you.”
Zhong Yi moved slowly; today he didn’t use a wheelchair, and after being exhausted in the morning, he looked even more unwell.
Wan Jiang followed behind him, softly saying, “Young Master, how about I help you?”
“No need, I can still walk.”
Just a bit slower.
After hearing this, Wan Jiang dared not say more, lest this ancestor get angry as he was difficult to appease.
Zhong Yi looked indifferent, with a hint of coldness upon closer inspection.
He was tortured by illness, not in a good mood. But usually, he wasn’t a bloodthirsty arrogant type, and those unfamiliar wouldn’t notice much. At most, they’d think he preferred not to talk.
Wan Jiang pulled out a chair for him to sit down.
Only then did he sit on the other side.
The waiter quickly brought the nu and poured each of them a glass of lemon water.
“Young Master Zhong, let introduce our restaurant’s signature dishes; all guests love them. First, there’s this dish…”
“Do you have white porridge?”
“Pardon?” The waiter was montarily stunned.
Zhong Yi looked up and asked again, “I said, do you have white porridge?”
This ti, the waiter understood, “You an white porridge?”
“Yes, I want sothing light today, can you make it?”
“Yes! Definitely! Your wish is our command!”
Though the waiter was shocked, he nodded.
“Also, make so small side dishes, is that okay?”
“Yes, yes!”
In all the ti this restaurant had been open, it’s the first ti soone ca to drink white porridge.
But for Zhong Yi, any request could be fulfilled. Even if he wanted donkey rolls in a western restaurant, they could make it happen.
The waiter hurriedly left, conveying Zhong Yi’s request to the kitchen. The chef initially wanted to curse, but upon hearing it was the young master of the Zhong Family, he imdiately held back.
These young masters are really headstrong!
Wanting white porridge at a western restaurant, there are plenty of porridge spots outside. Yet, he had to showcase his culinary skills to make this porridge, or what if that Young Master Zhong decided to tear down their western restaurant out of displeasure.
A small clay pot was simring the white porridge, using the finest rice.
The key to the porridge was in controlling the heat, but the side dishes were the main challenge. The chef worked hard to prepare six small side dishes, so refreshing, others spicy, soft, hard, offering a variety as he was unsure of Young Master Zhong’s tastes.
“Alright, serves will be ready soon. Do not let our distinguished guest wait long.”
“Yes.”
…
In the restaurant’s main hall, Wan Jiang had the waiter replace Zhong Yi’s lemon water with plain water.
“Young Master Zhong, drink less lemon water now.”
As he spoke, Wan Jiang glanced outside, “Here! They’re here!”
Two luxury cars arrived one after another outside, with Pei Qian walking into the western restaurant first without any gentlemanly deanor. He didn’t even bother to check on the Feng Family lady behind him. It seed there were other people in the Pei Family’s car, possibly elders here to supervise the eting.
The two young people entered the restaurant one after the other, choosing the table before Zhong Yi’s, where green plants served as separators between tables, allowing glimpses through.
The soundproofing wasn’t great.
Pei Qian sat facing the restaurant entrance, with his back to Zhong Yi.
And Feng Nanxi was sitting opposite him.
The young girl was lively and cute, with bright eyes full of expression. She had so beauty, but she was very young.
She hadn’t done much to her appearance, arriving with a plain face, a pair of black-frad glasses covering most of her face.
She wore a loose, casual coat, with her hair casually tied.
She slumped into her chair, flipping through the restaurant nu.
She didn’t give Pei Qian a second glance.
Pei Qian, known as a playboy in the Imperial Capital, was used to being surrounded by voluptuous, glamorous won, and had dated many pure college students. It was his first ti encountering a girl so unkempt, and his handso face darkened.
In a bad mood, he said, “Hey! Where’s your courtesy to put on makeup when eting soone?”
Feng Nanxi put down the nu, lifted her large glasses, and looked at him, “Don’t you know my na? Who are you calling ‘hey’? Your manners aren’t any better.”
Well then.
First ti seeing people bicker the mont they start an arranged eting.
Wan Jiang couldn’t help but perk up his ears, eager to hear the verbal exchanges from the next table.
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