Chapter 202

The rich lady tried to push that thigh away, but after much struggling and finally pushing it aside, it draped back over her again shortly after. It was as if she was locked in place.

What should she do?

Asking online—urgent.

If she stayed locked like this all night, what would happen when Boss Lu woke up in the morning?

There would be no way to explain it.

Could she say she went into the wrong room?

Would Boss Lu believe that? She didn’t even believe it herself!

If it wasn’t a mistake, then it must’ve been intentional. Good grief, that would mean her motives were highly questionable!

Soon, Boss Lu’s arm around her waist shifted to her lower abdomen, then her shoulder, her face… and kept wandering…

It made the rich lady feel ticklish, yet she didn’t dare laugh or move. She held herself still, and it was pure torture. No one knew how long it lasted, but finally, Boss Lu turned it over.

His heavy thigh moved away, and the rich lady was finally free. She took the chance to quietly escape from the room.

At the same time, she completed the verification. Back in the little one’s room, the rich lady took out her phone.

[Shen Muyan: Verification complete.]

[Fang Ya: How did it go?]

[Shen Muyan: No problem.]

[Fang Ya: Details, please.]

Her eyes suddenly lit up, full of curiosity. Shen Muyan blushed. Of course, she didn’t go into detail—she simply described what had happened.

Earlier, she and Boss Lu had been lying close together. He had moved around quite a bit, and she could feel something. If she could feel it, that meant there was no problem.

If she couldn’t, then there would be a problem. Even if Shen Muyan was inexperienced in romantic matters, she still understood this kind of thing.

Fang Ya, however, wasn’t ready to let it go.

[Fang Ya: Please describe in detail the length, diameter, shape of the verified object…]

[Shen Muyan: Ugh! Pervert!]

[Fang Ya: Shouldn’t you also test your stamina while you’re at it?]

Shen Muyan didn’t want to continue with this kind of topic—Fang Ya was absolutely shameless.

Now the question remained: since Boss Lu was clearly fine, why wasn’t he interested in the rich lady?

Gay or brain-damaged—that was the question.

After thinking it over, the strategist had to admit her plan had flaws. Fang Ya told Shen Muyan to sleep first, while she planned to stay up all night studying “The Little Seductress’s Tricks to Tease the Male God.”

But the rich lady couldn’t fall asleep. Her face was still flushed, and she could still feel the warmth of Boss Lu’s breath.

A sleepless night.

…

The next morning, Boss Lu got up to wash up. He felt like he’d had a half-erotic dream last night. He dreamed that the rich lady had entered his room and gotten into his bed…

He remembered holding her waist, touching her face…

After that, there was no “after”—Boss Lu couldn’t remember. But when he woke up, he noticed that one side of the bed looked like it had been slept in. More importantly, there was a faint, pleasant scent…

It seemed like the scent on the rich lady.

Could it be…

The rich lady also woke up. The two of them met at the bathroom door. Boss Lu looked slightly puzzled and conflicted—had she actually come into his room last night?

He didn’t ask. The rich lady wore a calm, indifferent expression. Without much emotion, she greeted him with a soft “morning” and walked into the bathroom.

Afterwards, the rich lady naturally ate breakfast and went to work as usual. Boss Lu couldn’t make heads or tails of it, and in the end, decided not to worry about whether it was real or not. Whatever.

The little one was still sent off by Shen Muyan. Today, the rice noodle stall at the Jingyuan market was closed. The couple who ran it had taken a break because their daughter-in-law had given birth.

Lu Qin had just about a hundred jin of rice noodles in stock, and he didn’t want to bother sourcing from another shop. He would wait for that one to reopen. So, no fried noodles this morning. He saved the noodles for the food festival.

This morning, he sold mung bean slush, crystal shrimp dumplings, ice crystal cakes, layered oil cakes, and lotus blossom pastries. Over 200 servings of each were prepared. The morning rush lasted just one hour, and the sales were brisk.

At 3 p.m., Lu Qin restocked and continued his stall at the food festival. Yesterday, on either side of his stall were a marinated skewers stand and a roasted sweet potato skin stall. But today, those were gone.

In their place were a fried noodle stand and a crystal shrimp dumpling stall. Further along, there was a stir-fried dish stand—apparently Sichuan cuisine. The items they sold were strikingly similar to Lu Ji Snacks.

It turned out that Lao Zhan from Niuwei Alley, pastry chef Zeng Quanyou from Siweiju, and Chef Qian from Chuanmanlou had all shown up.

They weren’t there to make money—profit was secondary. The honor of the Lianhua District’s culinary scene was at stake.

The three didn’t know each other; each was simply carrying out their mission at the food festival. But when they saw the owner of Lu Ji Snacks, they all froze.

Huh!

Old Qin really overreacted. It was just a young guy!

Culinary skills come from years of practice.

Have you ever seen a twenty-something who’s already a top chef?

What is this, an anime like Cooking Master Boy?

They were older and more experienced—picking on a kid was hardly fair!

But since they were already there, they might as well have some fun. There were so many food lovers—might as well show them what real flavor is!

Ha!

These folks were in for a treat!

“Lu Ji is here! Lu Ji is here!”

“Boss Lu is two minutes late! Do you know how many crystal dumplings and cakes I could’ve inhaled in those two minutes?”

“Go line up! Go line up!”

“I’m here! I’m here!”

“My beloved twice-cooked pork!”

Before Lu Ji’s food truck had even come to a full stop, a swarm of customers rushed in. Old Zhan, Zeng Quanyou, and Chef Jiang from Chuanmanlou were almost knocked over by the wind of the stampede. Their eyes widened.

W-What?

So many people!

They had never seen such a scene—this level of frenzy!

But still!

Was it really that popular, or just a show?

They couldn’t believe a young guy could cook something that spectacular. They were more inclined to believe these were paid actors—shills hired by the boss.

Young people these days—rather than honing their craft, they just rely on flashy gimmicks and flow.

Well!

Time to teach him a lesson!

The stall was finally set up!

Now, customers noticed that next to Lu Qini’s stall were other stands also selling fried noodles, crystal dumplings, and Sichuan food! And these chefs looked legit—clearly top-tier professionals!

“Hey? That master over there just started frying noodles!”

“He looks really professional!”

“But… why is his wok folded like that?”

“You don’t know? Real pros use that kind of wok—it’s easier to toss and stir, and the food doesn’t spill during high-speed flipping!”

“Oh~! I see! But…”

They looked over at Lu Qin’s side. People started ordering fried rice noodles. Lu Qin fired up the stove…

“But Boss Lu’s wok doesn’t seem folded?”

“I’ve seen Boss Lu cook noodles—his moves are like a painting, pure artistry!”

“Boss Lu is the real deal—his skill level is maxed out!”

“But there’s always someone better. That master looks like a serious pro!”

“It feels like a cooking showdown—they’re both frying at the same time!”

“Let’s see which one tastes better—whichever’s better, I’ll buy!”

“Wasn’t Lu Ji’s food good enough for you?”

“It is good! Almost the pinnacle! But if there’s something even better, of course I’ll go for it!”

“What kind of picky taste buds have we all developed…”

…

As the crowd chatted, they watched. A cooking showdown—now that was entertainment. Some even brought out little stools, sunflower seeds, and soda to enjoy the spectacle.

Master Lao Zhan saw Lu Qin already cooking, so he also fired up his stove. But in his mind, he hesitated—should he go easy on this young guy?