Qu Jing was undoubtedly a person of action.
That very night, she added Director Qin on WeChat and informed her of the intention to 370,000 yuan to the Sanmalu Children’s Welfare Institute.
Director Qin, who had never fought such a wealthy battle, was stunned by the pie falling from the sky and couldn’t help but call Qin Huai directly.
"Huaihuai." Director Qin’s voice was very uneasy, "Didn’t you go to Shan City to inherit a legacy? How did you meet so many kind-hearted people in such a short time?"
"You wouldn’t have gone to Shan City to commit fraud, right?"
"Huaihuai, I’m telling you, you’re still young. You mustn’t stray into crime for money. Even if this fraudulent money is d, it would still need to be recovered."
Qin Huai, already lying in bed and ready to sleep: ...
"Mrs. Qin, don’t overthink it. These are all friends of mine, very enthusiastic. They heard that our Sanmalu Children’s Welfare Institute isn’t in good condition and wanted to some money to help the children. Just take the money, don’t overthink it," Qin Huai said.
Director Qin was briefly convinced: "Shouldn’t our Sanmalu Children’s Welfare Institute make some small handmade gifts and write a thank-you letter? Didn’t you draw pictures for donors when you were a child? It’s a pity the address was wrong and the picture was returned. I’ve kept all these things for you."
Qin Huai: "... As long as it makes you happy."
This New Year, he must return to Sanmalu Children’s Welfare Institute and steal that cursed painting!
Chen Huihong really wanted to rush to Huang Ji for lunch straight from the high-speed train, but it wasn’t feasible. Chen Huixi was young and needed a rest after a journey involving both a plane and a high-speed train.
Although Ouyang had already rented the house and replaced it with new smart home devices, many small things couldn’t be determined until after they moved in.
Missing lunch, Chen Huihong asked Qin Huai to reserve a spot at Huang Ji for dinner instead. She specifically chose the latest time slot, planning to leave her daughter sleeping and join Qin Huai and Qu Jing for dinner at Huang Ji.
Huang’s Kitchen stops taking orders at 10 PM, and the 19th table, booked by Qin Huai in advance, only opened up by 9:30 PM. Chen Huihong and Qu Jing queued outside in the cold at 9 PM, blending in with the crowd, pretending to have gotten a spot honestly, successfully taking their seats.
Qin Huai was already sitting at table 19 waiting for the two.
For the meal that night, Qin Huai, who was supposed to finish work at 8:30 PM, worked overtime for more than half an hour to make another batch of guo’er and cooked Qu Jing’s favorite rice cake soup. Still haven’t eaten the staff meal, he now sat looking at the rice cake soup in front of him, hungry enough to want to chew on something.
Couldn’t start eating until everyone had arrived.
Table 19 was well-positioned, by the window, allowing diners to view the scenery outside while eating.
At this point, there wasn’t much scenery outside, only seeing those unwilling to give up on luck trying to gamble on getting a spot from the previous line number, and diners stubbornly queuing outside.
"Luo Jun, look, Huang Ji’s business is so good, despite it being cold, people are still queuing outside at night. Did you hear those young girls earlier? Someone came at two or three A.M. to queue, waiting until morning to get a number, and scalpers are selling reserved table spots for 1,000 yuan per person."
"The food must be delicious."
"Don’t just loaf around your community every day, as you age, you should go out more. Jingjing and I are already in Gusu, and Xiao Qin arrived long ago, but you’ve fallen behind."
"Ordering snacks and dishes to be delivered across provinces, how can that taste better than eating on the spot here? Ah, rice cake soup, let me chat a bit more with Luo Jun; Xiao Qin, Jingjing, you start eating first. See, these steaming dishes are definitely best eaten on the spot."
Chen Huihong directly aimed her phone camera at the rice cake soup in front of Qin Huai.
You social anxiety-inducing people are truly terrifying.
"Rice cake soup!" Qu Jing’s eyes lit up seeing the soup, quickened her pace to sit and start eating, and after swallowing a bite, she said contentedly, "Better than last time."
"But I still prefer last time’s."
Qin Huai looked at the rice cake soup in front of him.
[Rice Cake Soup Grade C]
Do you spirits like to let loose in front of insiders after awakening?
Qin Huai was inferior to Zheng Siyuan in making rice cakes, and his soup-making skills were just average, so the made rice cake soup was of mediocre grade.
However, possibly because the E-level rice cake soup a few days ago left too deep an impression on everyone in Huang’s Kitchen, everyone breathed a sigh of relief when Qin Huai made rice cakes normally yesterday. Watching the little pot of rice cake soup bubbling in the evening, but unlike the witch’s potion status, nearly brought Huang An Yao to tears of joy, snapping three pictures for his social media profile.
Content was: Master Qin is truly diligent, cooking rice cake soup and practicing overtime after work!
Gong Liang was the first to like and comment, sending a private message to Huang An Yao asking if the rice cake soup was good. Worth risking overeating after having dinner almost full to the brim, to eat another bowl of rice cake soup at night and struggle to sleep.
Gong Liang’s assistant had just come to take some rice cake soup away, and unless something unexpected happened tonight, both Gong Liang and Guo Mingzhu would be too full to sleep.
Chen Huihong placed the phone on the table, adjusted the angle so that Luo Jun on the other end could see her and Qin Huai.
As for Qu Jing, she was busy devouring rice cake soup.
Qin Huai glanced at Luo Jun on the screen in his hand, despite not uttering a word the entire time, his expression said it all.