Chapter 235: Chat is chat, don't point the camera at the food

Qu Jing was undoubtedly a person of action.

That same night, she added Dean Qin on WeChat and contacted her to express her intention to donate 370,000 to the Sanmalu Children's Welfare Institute.

Dean Qin, who had never fought such a wealthy battle, was stunned by the pies falling from the sky. She couldn't hold back and called Qin Huai directly.

"Huaihuai," Dean Qin's voice was very uneasy. "Didn't you go to Shanshi to inherit an inheritance? How did you meet so many kind-hearted people in such a short time?"

"You didn't go to Shanshi to commit fraud, did you?"

"Huaihuai, let me tell you, you're still young and must not go astray for money. Even if the money from fraud is donated, it will still have to be recovered."

Qin Huai, who was already lying in bed preparing to sleep:...

"Mother Qin, don't let your imagination run wild. These are all friends I've met; they are very enthusiastic. Hearing that our Sanmalu Children's Welfare Institute's conditions aren't good, they wanted to donate some money to help the children in the institute. Don't overthink it; just accept the money," Qin Huai said.

Dean Qin was briefly persuaded. "Then shouldn't our Sanmalu Children's Welfare Institute make some handmade gifts and write a thank-you letter? Didn't you draw pictures for kind-hearted people when you were a child? It's a pity the address was wrong and the pictures sent were returned. I've kept all these things for you."

Qin Huai: "... Whatever makes you happy."

This New Year, he must go back to the Sanmalu Children's Welfare Institute and steal that damn painting!

January 6th, sunny.

Although Chen Huihong wanted to drag her suitcase straight to Huang Ji for lunch as soon as she got off the high-speed rail, conditions didn't allow it. Chen Huihui was young, and the journey from plane to high-speed rail required rest.

Seeing Ouyang had already helped rent the house and replaced it with new smart home appliances, but there were many small things that would only be known to be missing after moving in.

They couldn't make it for lunch, so Chen Huihong asked Qin Huai to help book a table at Huang Ji for the evening. She specifically booked the latest time, the time Chen Huihui needed to sleep, to leave her daughter behind and invite Qin Huai and Qu Jing to eat at Huang Ji in the evening.

Huang Ji's kitchen stopped taking orders at 10 PM. The table 19 that Qin Huai pre-booked didn't become vacant until 9:30 PM. Chen Huihong and Qu Jing had been queuing outside Huang Ji in the cold wind since 9 PM, mingling with the crowd, pretending to be customers who had honestly queued to grab the last batch of seats, and successfully sat down.

Qin Huai was already sitting at table 19 waiting for the two.

For today's meal, Qin Huai, who originally got off work at 8:30 PM, had worked overtime for more than half an hour to make a batch of Guo'er, cooked Qu Jing's favorite rice cake soup, and hadn't eaten the staff meal. Now he was sitting in his chair looking at the rice cake soup in front of him, so hungry he wanted to gnaw on someone.

You couldn't pick up your chopsticks until everyone had arrived.

Table 19 had a good location, by the window, where you could watch the scenery outside while eating.

At this hour, there was no scenery outside, only customers who were unwilling to give up and wanted to try their luck, insisting on queuing outside.

"Luo Jun, look, Huang Ji's business is so good. Even in the middle of the night, it's so cold and people are still queuing outside. Did you hear what those girls said just now? Some people came to queue at two or three in the morning, queuing until the morning to get a number. Scalpers are selling private room reservations for 1,000 yuan per person."

"This food must be delicious."

"Don't just stay in the residential area every day without moving. As you get older, you need to go out more. Jingjing and I are already in Gusu, and Xiao Qin came even earlier. You're falling behind."

"The dim sum and food sent by cross-provincial runners aren't as delicious as eating them here on the spot. Oh, rice cake soup. I'll chat with Luo Jun for a few more sentences; Xiao Qin, Jingjing, you guys eat first. Look, this steaming hot food must be delicious when eaten on the spot."

Chen Huihong pointed her phone camera directly at the rice cake soup in front of Qin Huai.

Qin Huai:...

You social terrorists are really scary.

"Rice cake soup!" Qu Jing's eyes lit up when she saw the rice cake soup. She took two quick steps, sat down, picked up a spoon, and started eating. After swallowing a mouthful with satisfaction, she said, "It's better than last time."

"But I still like the last one better."

Qin Huai:...

Qin Huai looked at the rice cake soup in front of him.

【Rice cake soup C-grade】

Do you spirits all like to let yourselves go in front of your own people after waking up?

Qin Huai's level of making rice cakes wasn't as good as Zheng Siyuan's, and his level of cooking soup was even more average, so the grade of the rice cake soup he made was also mediocre.

However, perhaps because the E-grade rice cake soup from the past two days had brought too deep a shock to everyone in Huang Ji's kitchen, everyone breathed a sigh of relief when Qin Huai made rice cakes normally yesterday. Cooking rice cake soup in a small pot in the evening, the pot bubbling, but not in the state of a witch brewing soup, made Huang Anyao almost weep with joy, snapping three photos in a row to post on his Moments.

The content was: Master Qin is really too hardworking, cooking rice cake soup to practice overtime after work!

Gong Liang was the first to like and comment, sending a private message to Huang Anyao asking if the rice cake soup was delicious. Was it worth the risk of being 90% full from dinner, eating another bowl of rice cake soup, and being too full to sleep at night?

Gong Liang's assistant had just come to take the rice cake soup away. If there were no accidents tonight, both Gong Liang and Guo Mingzhu would be too full to sleep.

Chen Huihong put her phone on the table and adjusted the angle so that Luo Jun on the other end of the phone could see her and Qin Huai.

As for Qu Jing, she was burying her head and eating the rice cake soup fiercely.

Qin Huai glanced at Luo Jun on the screen in his hand. Although he didn't say a word the whole time, his expression had already said everything.

There was only one sentence on his face:

Chen Huihong, are you sick?

"Xiao Qin, have you ordered?" Chen Huihong took out another phone and started scanning the code to order.

"Not yet. Hong Jie, this is your first time at Huang Ji. You order, and I'll just eat along with you," Qin Huai said.

"Me too, I can eat anything," Qu Jing said, freeing her mouth, and then continued to bury her head and eat.

"Then I won't be polite and will order according to my taste." Although Chen Huihong said so, she ordered all of Huang Ji's famous signature dishes.

Squirrel Mandarin Fish, Eel Paste with Sizzling Oil, Biluo Shrimp, and the signature Water Shield Soup from the neighboring Guanhe Tower.

It was obvious she had done her homework, but not well.

At this time of year, the water shield leaves were basically withered, and the water shield used for soup was likely frozen, neither fresh nor tender.

"Hong Jie, are you and Huihui free this Sunday at noon?" Qin Huai asked. "Master Huang, to thank Qu Jing for helping introduce a doctor from the rehabilitation department, specifically reserved a private room and will cook for us himself."

"Master Huang asked me and Huang Anyao to accompany you. Currently, the people eating include Seeing Ouyang, Qu Jing, Dr. Zhou from their department, the director, and the director's daughter. Director Liu's daughter is also in elementary school, about the same age as Huihui. There are still empty seats in the private room. See if you have time to bring Huihui along to eat."

"It's too late today and Huihui needs to sleep. You can see how good Huang Ji's business is now. If you ask me to specifically reserve seats for you and Huihui in the lobby every day, it's not realistic. Dim sum is easy to handle; I'll make an extra portion for you and Huihui, and you can come pick it up every afternoon."

"But food is more troublesome; it has to be eaten hot. Although Master Huang's waist is better now, he shouldn't be overworked. Many big dishes, especially the Three-Head Banquet, definitely won't be made on weekdays. That meal on Sunday is a good opportunity; it will be hard to encounter again if missed."

Chen Huihong's focus was completely not on the meal on Sunday. After Qin Huai finished speaking, Chen Huihong said to the phone camera: "Did you hear that? Food must be eaten hot!"

Luo Jun:...

Then Chen Huihong looked at Qu Jing with a face full of gratification. "Jingjing is really cheerful, making new friends in a new environment, and can even call colleagues and directors to eat."

Qu Jing looked up and smiled. "I'm also trying hard to learn the way of making friends now."

"Before, I could make many friends with a sweet potato, but now it's different."

Chen Huihong was full of emotion. "I really didn't expect Jingjing to wake up so quickly. That side quest of yours is really confusing. Not only does Xiao Qin not understand what's going on, but Luo Jun and I don't understand either."

"After Xiao Qin went to Gusu, I bought many cookbooks for Su-style dim sum, half for me and half for Luo Jun. The two of us would flip through the cookbooks at home when we were free, wanting to see if there was any dim sum that Xiao Qin didn't know but was very consistent with the soft, waxy, and sweet characteristics."

"Later, there was really no way; I couldn't find it by flipping through books, so I could only count on Xiao Qin to complete the task himself. The two of us watched from the sidelines, unable to help and anxious, and afraid that you, Jingjing, would not think it through and get stuck in a dead end. I could only take fruit to your house every day to see you, and then quietly open the curtains for you to let you get more sun." "How does that saying go? Getting more sun is good for your mood, and people are less likely to be depressed."

Qu Jing's action of eating rice cake soup paused. She didn't expect that Chen Huihong and Luo Jun had silently done so much in places she didn't know.

The gold content of enthusiastic citizen Ms. Chen and enthusiastic citizen Mr. Luo was still rising.

Qu Jing silently reached out, turned the phone to face herself, looked at Luo Jun in the lens, and said, "Mr. Luo, thank you. Sorry, I worried you for the past few years."

Luo Jun snorted coldly.

"But Hong Jie is right. Rice cake soup really tastes best when it's hot out of the pot. It doesn't taste good if you let a runner send it over."

Luo Jun: "... I heard from Qin Huai that you donated all your money."

"I didn't donate everything; I still kept a few thousand yuan on hand, and I still have some cash on me. And our hospital will issue year-end bonuses soon, so daily life is definitely no problem."

Luo Jun nodded. "Not too stupid yet, didn't lose everything on a whim."

"What are your plans for the future?" Luo Jun asked.

"Qin Huai also asked me this question the day before yesterday. I plan to live well, live normally, safely and steadily, and live out this life experiencing birth, aging, sickness, and death," Qu Jing said. "But my mind was still a bit messy when I just woke up. I thought about it all night yesterday and found that I actually missed a very key thing."

"I might need to ask for your help with this matter, Mr. Luo."

Luo Jun sat up straight. "Speak."

"I heard you know a private detective who specializes in finding people."

Luo Jun nodded. "I know one, but I can't guarantee their professional ability. The person I asked them to help me find last time still has no news."

"I want to ask you to help me find my parents from my previous life."

As soon as Qu Jing said this, Qin Huai and Chen Huihong were both shocked. Both of them were originally looking down and drinking rice cake soup, but they looked up in shock after hearing everything.

Luo Jun was also a bit puzzled.

"They were quite good to me, but I didn't get along with them well in my previous life because I was deranged. Now that I count, it's only been 30-something years. If they are in good health, they should still be alive."

Luo Jun was silent for a few seconds and said in a deep voice, "From a human perspective, you from your previous life are already dead."

"From a spirit's perspective, you have already successfully passed the tribulation, and those twenty-something years are just a fleeting moment in your long life."

"It's not like there are no examples of spirits who stayed in the human world and failed after successfully passing the tribulation."

"I know what you want to remind me of," Qu Jing said lightly. "I just want to know if they are still alive, and if they are, how they are doing, and what I can do."

"I promised my grandfather that I would provide for his old age and send him off, but in the end, I broke my promise and didn't do it."

"Now that I'm awake, I should do something for those I can."

Luo Jun showed an expression of "I really can't do anything about you emotional little birds." "Send the information to me. I don't guarantee I can find them. Private detectives these days aren't as magical as they are filmed in TV shows. In TV shows, they find people in one episode."

"Thank you," Qu Jing said, moved the phone back, and continued to drink rice cake soup.

Luo Jun opened his mouth to say something, heard the waiter's voice, and didn't speak.

The food was served.

The Squirrel Mandarin Fish looked like Huang Jia's craftsmanship at a glance, and the Eel Paste with Sizzling Oil was made by Huang Shengli. It was just drizzled with oil and was sizzling, oily and very beautiful.

Chen Huihong made a sound of someone who hadn't seen the world, turned the camera to let Luo Jun see the food, and didn't introduce it herself (mainly because she didn't know how), stretched out her chopsticks, and picked up a large chopstick of Eel Paste with Sizzling Oil.

She blew on it and stuffed it directly into her mouth.

"Mmm!"

The highest level of praise.

"Mm!"

Chew, chew, chew.

Amidst Chen Huihong's pile of exaggerated tone particles, Luo Jun spoke again: "Qin Huai, I've been studying the state of Wang Gensheng's awakening that you told me about last time for a while, and I have some clues now."

Qin Huai was scooping rice and asked hurriedly upon hearing this: "What exactly is that state?"

Wang Gensheng's state was the most special among unawakened spirits.

Awakening.

It looked very advanced at a glance.

Qin Huai asked Luo Jun last time, and Luo Jun also said he didn't know exactly what state it was. After all, he was just a Bi Fang and didn't have a system, so he didn't understand the system's terminology.

"He is a Xie Zhi. I studied his experiences and reputation over the years, and it fits his persona very well."

"He has been an accountant for 40 years without cooking the books, is upright and uncorrupted, never lies, and is fair and just. His family is happy, his children are filial, he gets along well with his colleagues, has a group of upright friends, has a good reputation in the morning exercise circle, and is the group member who lives farthest from the Yunzhong Canteen in the Yunzhong Canteen owner group."

"He has no obvious obsession tendency, which shows that his obsession isn't deep, or rather, his obsession overlaps with his own personality characteristics."

"As a Xie Zhi, he hasn't been deranged in this life, hasn't been different from ordinary people, has stuck to his original heart, and everything he has gained in line with his persona is praise, not criticism. Even if he had deep obsessions in his first life, suffered great grievances, and had much injustice and resentment, it should have been resolved in this life."

Qin Huai stopped shoveling rice: "So what do you mean?"

"He will definitely wake up in this life," Luo Jun said. "I can't even think of a reason why he wouldn't successfully pass the tribulation."

"The meaning is already very clear. Awakening, waking up after a coma. He was drowsy before, but now he is about to wake up."

Qin Huai sighed: "Actually, Uncle Wang is also quite amazing. 40 years of not cooking the books, not miscalculating accounts, never lying, being upright and uncorrupted, and not being annoying. Even if he is a law beast, it's very amazing to be able to do it."

"If you have the leisure to sigh that the law beast is amazing, can you turn the camera around?"

"Chat is chat, can you not point the camera at the food?"

"Chen Huihong, why did you buy a phone with such high pixels? Aren't the photos you post on Moments all high-blur? With a phone with such high pixels, how did you take such blurry photos?"

"Xiao Zhang, I'm hungry. Heat up the white fungus and lotus seed soup I didn't finish at noon!"

Qin Huai turned the camera back and pointed it at his bowl.

There was rice in the bowl, topped with the juice of the Eel Paste with Sizzling Oil, and a few Biluo shrimps on top, looking exceptionally tempting under the high-pixel lens of Chen Huihong's phone.

"Mr. Luo, food really tastes best when eaten hot."

Luo Jun:...

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