Chapter 822: Chapter 901: Strumming the Heartstrings!
At the barbecue restaurant.
Most of the guests had already arrived.
Liu Duanguang, Wu Boqing, Zhou Xuewen and his grandson Zhou Long, as well as Jian Rong, Elder Jian, and his grandson Jian Song.
Zhao Xueying, Ning Nan, Song Hongye, Fang Yingying, Fang Muye, Song Que, Song He…
There were too many people.
Almost two or three tables full.
Their high social status in Tianjing needs no further elaboration.
Some were invited by Fang Yi, and some came uninvited, but no matter what, they were here because of Fang Yi.
If it weren’t for Fang Yi, why would they come to such an unknown barbecue restaurant?
They were seated at separate tables, for example, the older ones like Liu Duanguang, Wu Boqing, Jian Rong, and Song Que sat at one table, while the young ones sat at another table.
There were already barbecue grills on the tables, and next, all that was needed was to bring the food to be grilled, which was meticulously prepared by Fang Yi.
For instance, various meats were carefully marinated by Fang Yi, something other barbecue places couldn’t compare with.
Waiters went to the kitchen, bringing various foods to the tables, soon filling them up.
Ying Zheng and Rong Quan stood by, not yet seated.
In fact, they didn’t have the privilege to sit; without Fang Yi present, they felt uncomfortable, lacking a guiding figure. With so many important people here, they didn’t feel right sitting at any table.
At that moment, someone snapped their fingers, and Ying Zheng and Rong Quan looked up to see a young man speak casually, “Where is Fang Yi? Why hasn’t he come out yet? Is he too shy because of the crowd?”
The one speaking was none other than Song He.
Ying Zheng grinned, about to speak when a voice cut in, “No need to be in such a hurry, Young Master Song, here I am.”
Ying Zheng immediately felt relieved.
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Fang Yi walked out from the kitchen.
Fang Yi was still wearing an apron, holding a steaming clay pot wrapped in a cloth, which was herbal medicine he had prepared for Ning Nan.
Liu Duanguang and the others watched quietly without a word.
Yet Song He couldn’t remain silent, saying, “Fang Yi, what’s in that broken clay pot of yours, still steaming hot? It wouldn’t be monkey brains or something, would it? Just the thought is disgusting.”
He had come with his fourth uncle, Song Que, to stir up trouble, so he didn’t miss any opportunity.
Fang Yi gave him a sidelong glance, responding indifferently, “Young Master Song, your hair is short and so is your insight, I don’t blame you.”
Song He was instantly infuriated.
Liu Duanguang and the others watched this unfold, sighing inwardly, realizing Song He still lacked the composure of Fang Yi, his mind easily disturbed by Fang Yi in just moments.
Fang Yi ignored the angry Song He and went straight to Ning Nan’s side.
“Bring a bowl,” Fang Yi said.
Immediately a waiter brought a porcelain bowl, placing it on the table.
Fang Yi opened the clay pot and poured half a bowl of the prepared herbal medicine, finally pushing it in front of Ning Nan.
“Drink it while it’s hot for better effect,” Fang Yi said with a smile.
At this moment, Ning Nan felt a bit complex, as various gazes landed on him, their different complexities making Ning Nan feel somewhat uncomfortable.
Initially, Ning Nan wanted to say ‘thank you’, but swallowed it back.
“Oh, right, my memory…”
Suddenly, Fang Yi seemed to remember something, snapping his fingers, “Ying Fatty, go get a box of sugar cubes.”
Ying Zheng quickly responded, hurriedly fetched a box of sugar cubes and handed it to Fang Yi.
Fang Yi placed the box of sugar cubes beside Ning Nan, saying, “The medicine is a bit bitter.”
Still silent, something deep in Ning Nan’s heart was gently stirred.
She had calculated the time; from when she arrived here until now, at least over an hour had passed, and adding the previous time, this herbal medicine must have been simmered for at least two hours.
Moreover, this guy was also busy preparing those ingredients, wasn’t he getting tired?
Ning Nan finally couldn’t stay silent any longer, raising her head, wanting to say a few words.
But just as Ning Nan was about to speak, Fang Yi turned around and walked straight towards Liu Duanguang’s table.
Ning Nan opened her mouth, but the words she wanted to say were swallowed back once more.