Rebirth of a Village Girl - Chapter 216:
Chapter 216: 091: Became the favorite in the village, found out about Li Xianxian’s background_2
Translator: 549690339
The following day, Zhao Sheng and his wife, Wang Xuemei, accompanied Ni Yang to the local housing bureau to handle the property transfer formalities on time.
The property transfer process went very smoothly.
After returning from the housing bureau, Ni Yang stood in front of the shop, the corners of her mouth curling slightly. The warm winter sun seeped through the leaves, evenly illuminating her and casting a golden glow on her.
Tranquil, ethereal.
Under her presence, all the pedestrians and vehicle on the street became mere backdrop.
“Slow down,” said a man in the back seat of the car, suddenly.
“Oh, okay.” Li Gongcheng carefully slowed down.
“This is where Ni Yang opened her noodle restaurant?” The man spoke again.
Li Gongcheng replied, “Yes, Second Master, Xiaoni currently runs a noodle shop here.”
“Park the car,” the man continued.
Li Gongcheng immediately pulled over to park.
As soon as the car stopped, the man got out of the car, “I’ll step out for a moment, you wait in the car.”
Li Gongcheng looked at the man through the rearview mirror and respectfully said, “Okay, Second Master.”
The man was none other than Song Beicheng.
Ever since his extravagant invitation was rejected by Ni Yang, Song Beicheng had been quite interested in this young girl. He even once suspected that Ni Yang was employing a clever tactic of retreat for advancement. But after a long wait, he did not see any further moves from Ni Yang.
Song Beicheng considered himself insightful towards people, but he could not see through Ni Yang.
This young girl, deep and unpredictable.
Song Beicheng casually adjusted his tie, his eyes hidden behind his glasses. The golden rim of his glasses reflected a sharp light in the sun, seemingly oblivious to the ‘closed’ sign hanging on the door. Without a second thought, he pushed open the glass door and entered.
Ni Yang was checking accounts at the counter. Hearing the noise, she raised her eyes slightly and said, “Sorry, we are closed now. If you want to eat noodles, please come back at two-thirty in the afternoon.”
Wait, why does this man look familiar?
Ni Yang quietly furrowed her brows.
Song Beicheng quirked the corner of his lips, “Miss Ni seems to have a forgetful memory. Even I am forgotten?”
Meanwhile, there was a hint of disappointment in Song Beicheng’s heart.
Any woman who saw him would do everything possible to please him or be preoccupied with him. Ni Yang, on the contrary, put him behind her mind directly.
It was only then that Ni Yang reacted and smiled, “Mr. Song.”
Oh.
So she still remembers him.
Song Beicheng carried on as usual.
“Do you need anything from me?” Ni Yang continued to ask.
Ni Yang had no good impression of Song Beicheng.
This man was simply the embodiment of a capitalist, thinking he could do whatever he wanted because he was rich, overbearing and autocratic!
Song Beicheng casually found a spot and sat down, “I don’t need anything from Miss Ni, I’m here to eat noodles.”
He was curious to see how good these noodles were, praised so much by Granny Mo.
Ni Yang pointed to the sign hanging outside the door and asked with a smile, “Mr. Song, can’t you read?” The sign clearly stated ‘Closed’.
Song Beicheng smiled lightheartedly, “Miss Ni is correct, I really don’t know how to read.”
Ni Yang raised her eyebrow slightly, “Well, Mr. Song, you can at least understand human speech, right?”
Song Beicheng nodded, “Miss Ni is indeed intelligent and bright. No wonder my grandmother likes you so much. I really don’t understand human speech.”
Ni Yang nearly choked on her own saliva.
She’d met shameless people before, but she’d never met anyone as shameless as Song Beicheng.
Such profound skills.
She decided to consider him as someone who needed special care.
“Wait here,” Ni Yang glanced at Song Beicheng once more before walking towards the kitchen.
“Wait a moment,” Song Beicheng spoke again.
Ni Yang stopped in her tracks.
Song Beicheng continued, “Miss Ni, you’re not being professional. You didn’t even ask the customer for dietary restrictions.”
Ni Yang gave a slight smile and said word by word, “May 1 ask if you have any dietary restrictions?”
Song Beicheng replied, “I don’t eat onions, ginger, or garlic. I’d like a lot of cilantro, and a cup of milk tea.”
It sounded like he was really here for a meal.
Ni Yang nodded, “Alright, please wait for a moment.”
A moment later, Ni Yang brought a bowl of delicious pickled vegetable noodles and a cup of creamy and delightful milk tea.
The sour, spicy, and savory smell of sour fish hooked onto Song Beicheng’s appetite instantly.
He’d had the finest banquet dishes and dined at overseas Michelin restaurants, but he couldn’t help himself from thinking at this moment, that neither the distinguished banquet dishes nor the Michelin restaurants could stack up against the aroma of the bowl of noodles in front of him..
