Chapter 67: The Guest Who Came to the Door

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

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

Were these plants grown by her alone, or were they grown by them together?

Moreover, he could clearly capture hostility in the eyes of this young man.

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 his sword-like eyebrows slightly, a flash of playful mockery in his eyes, "I've come to patronize the boss's business, is that not allowed?"

Ruan Mian smiled with polite formality.

Deep down, she was secretly thinking that since this fat sheep had delivered itself to her door, it would be a waste not to slaughter 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 much, 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 the one 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 a bargain for this man, letting him be the first guest to enjoy it.

"The guest has truly come at a 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 distinct, 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 second, 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 trace of anger faintly appeared on his face, his jawline was taut, and his pupils were filled with churning emotions.

He hadn't even realized himself why he had such peculiar 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 a little more polite.

"Ruan Mian."

Ruan Mian?

Qin Xiulin's brows and eyes 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 fluffy?

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.

A flush suddenly rose on his ears, rapidly spreading to the roots.

He turned his head away, his breathing somewhat heavy.

"Soft and fluffy, your name certainly suits you quite well."

"What soft and fluffy!"

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

"Ruan, the Ruan of Ruan Qin, Mian, is the cotton of cotton!"

"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 bolls mature, they 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.

As soon as he looked up, he could see the white snow piled up in the distance.

He wondered what a scene of cotton fields 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 her to continue.

"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 delighted."

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's 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.

He smiled helplessly, and the next second, he transferred the money to her.

"Can I have another cup?"

With a ding, another 1,200 Interstellar Coins were transferred into her Light Brain.

Ruan Mian's eyes lit up.

A sparkling brightness, the kind 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, and her tone was very casual, "You can taste it; the Lemonade was bought by you, so naturally, it can be eaten."

Qin Xiulin didn't know why, but he always felt a sense of foreboding.

But he was quickly distracted by the slice of Lemon before his eyes.

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 extremely unsightly.

It was sour and astringent, not tasty at all.

"Hahaha..."

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

But Qin Xiulin didn't 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; 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...