Chapter 338: Chapter 338: Hidden Intentions
Song Song smiled helplessly, "I called twice and didn’t get through. Maybe he’s in a meeting or something!"
Just as she finished speaking, a strange sound came from her stomach, gurgling and rumbling.
Embarrassed and annoyed, she immediately held her abdomen, "If there’s nothing else, I’ll be going first."
She had to head to the kitchen to find something to eat, otherwise, she wouldn’t have the strength to walk.
Xiao Jinghuai watched her leave the room and then took out his phone and dialed Huo Junting’s number —
Just like her result, indeed no one answered.
...
As soon as Song Song reached the kitchen, she saw Qiao Yu busy with something inside and awkwardly approached to greet, "What are you up to?"
Qiao Yu was so focused on selecting ingredients that she got a real fright when someone suddenly spoke, and she patted her chest, saying, "You walk without making any sound! You scared me to death."
"Sorry! Earlier, Grandpa Xiao sent me to reflect so I didn’t even have dinner. Now I’m starving and came to find something to eat."
Saying this, Song Song looked at the bowls in front of Qiao Yu, filled with soup, "What’s this? It looks really tasty."
Qiao Yu didn’t feel like wasting words with her now, unlike before when she might have brushed her off, given her once exquisite skills in cooking.
But she had forgotten everything now, and lost her original culinary intuition, so saying more was just pointless.
Qiao Yu was troubled, "You wouldn’t understand, step aside. I’m researching something..."
"No understanding, what flavor can make someone remember after forty or fifty years? The tastes in cooking are nothing more than sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, and salty..."
Though Song Song felt confused, she seemed to understand one thing, saying, "It’s just like life, life is like that too, isn’t it?"
"If you really can’t identify the flavor, simply make all the flavors and combine them into a medley, that might also be good."
"..."
Hearing this, Qiao Yu suddenly jolted, "What, what did you just say?"
At this moment, Song Song was chewing on a large chicken leg, "Wha- what?"
"I just said a lot! Not sure which sentence you’re talking about?"
Qiao Yu suddenly became very tense, "Did you say to make all the flavors and put them together?"
Song Song looked satisfied, "Yes! Is that not okay?"
No, it’s not that it’s not okay.
In fact, it’s very much okay.
The idea is bold because if you want to blend these flavors together while distinctly discerning each one, it’s a realm most can’t reach —
Even the culinary gods now couldn’t possibly achieve it, right!
At this time, Qiao Yu looked at the girl who was happily eating, isn’t she supposed to have amnesia?
How come she then...
By the time Song Song ate and drank to satisfaction, half an hour had passed, and Qiao Yu was still busy with her cooking...
Song Song couldn’t understand what exactly she was making, but it looked very high-end, classy, and superbly stylish, just seeing it made one want to taste it.
"Do you need... a hand?"
Song Song asked from the side, best if it’s the kind of help that involves tasting; she’d happily oblige.
Qiao Yu concentrated and completed the final step, then cheerfully said, "Finally done, tomorrow we’ll send it over to Mr. Di with Brother Jinghuai."
She always felt it was a bit odd that the success of the collaboration hinged on the taste of a dish.
Either the person making the decision was too eccentric, or... he had other motives.
She couldn’t shake the feeling that Mr. Di was not simple.
Seeing Qiao Yu deep in thought, Song Song waved her hand in front of Qiao Yu, "Hey! What are you thinking about?"
Qiao Yu immediately snapped back and laughed, asking, "Song Song, I suddenly want to use the restroom, could you help me watch over here for a bit?"
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