Chapter 137: Your Name

Qin Xiulin also hadn't expected that the person he would see after opening the door was a young man, but this young man was different from the last one.

He was a bit curious about just how many people she had here.

Whether these plants were grown by her alone, or if they were grown by them together.

Moreover, he could clearly capture hostility in this young man's eyes.

But in the blink of an eye, the young man reined in the emotions in his eyes, his expression turning faint.

"Please, come in."

After Ruan Mian finished steaming a large pot of rice, she turned around and bumped into a pair of eyes staring straight at her.

She couldn't help but frown, "Why are you here again?"

Qin Xiulin ground his back teeth until they felt tight.

Did she really dislike him that much?

He raised a brow, a flash of playful amusement in his eyes, "I've come to support the boss's business, is that not allowed?"

Ruan Mian smiled with polite, superficial courtesy.

Deep down, she was secretly thinking that since this fat sheep had delivered itself to her door, it would be a waste not to fleece it!

"Welcome, of course you're welcome~"

She glanced sideways at Xia Cheng, "Little Xia, go wash the vegetables, I'll entertain this guest."

Xia Cheng took a look at the leaves that had already been peeled in the large iron basin, pursed his lips without saying more, nodded, and obediently went to wash the vegetable leaves.

Ruan Mian then reached out and gestured toward the table to the side for him to sit down.

This table was something she had drawn the blueprints for last night, letting 917 and the others make the bar counter that was most to her liking, along with the high stools.

It was this man's good fortune to be the first guest to enjoy them.

"The guest has come at a truly coincidental time, we..."

"Qin Xiulin."

Ruan Mian's words were interrupted by the man in front of her before she could finish.

His brows and eyes were cold and sharp, his facial features clean and defined, especially the mole on his high-bridged nose; even when he pursed his lips, his cold, indifferent, and somewhat intimidating appearance was softened by that mole.

"My name."

Putting on such an air, she thought something was up, but it turned out he was just telling her his name!

"Oh, hello Mr. Qin."

He frowned slightly; the girl before him hadn't let her gaze linger on him for even a moment, unwilling to say anything more, as if she were about to introduce the things in front of her again.

For the first time, his chest felt as if it were blocked by a breath.

A hint of anger faintly appeared on his face, his jawline was tense, and his pupils were filled with churning emotions.

He hadn't even realized himself why he had such strange emotions at this moment.

Clearly, he had never cared about how others viewed him.

Whether they remembered him or not didn't matter.

He, Qin Xiulin, had never needed to care about the gazes of others.

But for some reason, when facing this girl, he could be angered into a ball of fire in his heart by her indifferent demeanor.

"You still haven't told me your name."

She wanted to snap back at him, but thinking that he was her guest and she still needed to fleece a large sum of money from him, she decided she needed to be slightly more polite.

"Ruan Mian."

Ruan Mian?

Qin Xiulin's eyes and brows were instantly dyed with a smile; didn't her name suit her perfectly?

Her fair, tender cheeks had grown a bit of flesh, looking soft and squishy—wasn't that just soft and cotton-like?

His thoughts somehow drifted back to that night.

It wasn't just her cheeks; other places were also terrifyingly soft, like a pool of spring water, about to stir him into a melt.

His ears suddenly flushed red, the color rapidly spreading to the roots.

He turned his head away, his breathing somewhat heavy.

"Soft and cotton-like, your name certainly suits you quite well."

"What soft and cotton-like!"

Ruan Mian put one hand on her hip, her brows tightly furrowed, revealing a disapproving indignation.

"Ruan, the Ruan from Ruan Qin, Mian, is the cotton from cotton flower!"

"Cotton?"

He forgot, they Interstellar people had never seen plants, so they had absolutely no concept of cotton.

Ruan Mian became interested.

"Cotton is a very beautiful flower. When the cotton boll matures, it will spit out snow-white cotton, in large patches, just like snowflakes; it's very beautiful."

From her few words, it was as if he could see fields upon fields of cotton.

Just by looking up, he could see the white snow piled up in the distance.

He wondered what a field of cotton would look like.

She saw the look of longing flowing in his eyes, "Do you want to see cotton?"

"Can I?"

A flash of cunning passed through the young girl's beautiful, light-colored pupils.

"Of course, but for now, there's no cotton, but there are other delicious things~"

Qin Xiulin raised an eyebrow at her, waiting for what she would say next.

"Ding ding ding, look, this is called a Lemon, and the drink made from it is called Lemonade; the taste is extraordinary, would Mr. Qin like to try some?"

"I would be honored."

She placed two slices of Lemon into a cup, pounded them vigorously, squeezed in some syrup, scooped in a spoonful of ice cubes, poured in a large glass of water, shook it well, inserted a straw, and pushed it in front of Qin Xiulin.

"Mr. Qin, have a taste; if it doesn't taste good, it's free."

The little money-grubber actually had a side like this.

She could even say something like "if it doesn't taste good, it's free."

He held the straw in his mouth and took a strong sip; that cool liquid entered his throat, carrying a fruity acidity and sweetness, exceptionally refreshing.

It was unexpectedly delicious.

"How is it? How is it?"

Qin Xiulin looked at the Lemons on the cutting board, his eyes shining.

"It is very delicious."

It was a tasty drink he had never tasted before.

"Mm, 1,200 a cup, no credit allowed~"

She really was someone who wouldn't let anyone take advantage of her at all.

With a helpless smile, he transferred the money to her the next second.

"Can I have another cup?"

With a 'ding', another 1,200 Interstellar Coin was transferred into her Light Brain.

Ruan Mian's eyes lit up.

The kind of sparkling brightness that carried a fiery glow.

"Of course you can, as long as you can drink it."

Another cup of Lemonade was made and pushed in front of him, and he saw him holding the few Lemon slices from the cup in his hand.

He curiously examined the pale yellow Lemon slices.

"Can I taste this?"

He was very curious; the Lemonade was delicious, was it because of the Lemon?

Ruan Mian's smile deepened a little, her tone sounding very casual, "You can taste it; the Lemonade was bought by you, so naturally, it can be eaten."

Qin Xiulin did not know why, but he always felt a sense of foreboding.

But he was quickly distracted by the Lemon slice in front of him.

With anticipation, he ate the Lemon in one bite.

The next second, his expression changed drastically.

Although it wasn't quite scrunched into a ball, it was quite unsightly.

It was both sour and astringent, not tasty at all.

"Hahaha..."

Ruan Mian was so amused by his expression that she doubled over in laughter.

But Qin Xiulin did not feel annoyed at all; he just watched her smiling face and was momentarily dazed.

She was indeed laughing very happily.

"I didn't mean to tease you on purpose; the taste of a Lemon is very sour and astringent, it usually needs to be paired with other things."

When talking about food, Ruan Mian seemed to be glowing all over...