Chapitre 17: Chapter 17: Slapping the Piano Master in the Face, Male Lead Enters (1)_1

Fortunately, in recent years, Lan Jiaojiao also did some research in the culinary field, and the dishes she occasionally cooked were praised by the whole family.

Especially Lan Yichen and his son, they praised her to no end, claiming Lan Jiaojiao was a genius, not only good at her studies but also impressive in piano and cooking skills, truly the pride of the Lan Family.

Lan Yanhao was contemplating, once Lan Jiaojiao got into university and had more time, the Lan Family should also open a restaurant. With Lan Jiaojiao's talent in cooking, it was only a matter of time before they would catch up with Lotus Spring Garden.

Lan Jin had known about Lotus Spring Garden since three years ago, and it had even been around for more than a decade.

However, back then, the business of Lotus Spring Garden was quite ordinary and nowhere near as popular as it is now, nor was it well known.

But times have changed, and even though she was gone for just three years, a lot had transformed.

It was said that Miss Zhen, Zhen Muqing, had become the new gourmet explorer and developed a set of original recipes, which made Lotus Spring Garden's business boom overnight.

It soared to become the most famous Chinese restaurant in Quan State, where just one meal was enough to make one yearn for more.

Especially those seasoned gourmets who came from everywhere, wishing they could stay for all three meals every day, claimed: The dishes at Lotus Spring Garden were the most delicious delicacies they had ever tasted in their lives.

"Is it really that delicious?" Lan Jin was somewhat skeptical.

Lan Yichen licked his lips uncontrollably without even having tasted it, but he nodded firmly, "Delicious like crazy."

Lan Jin gave him a look, took a sip of tea with a light laugh, "You talk as if you've eaten it."

Lan Yichen was taken aback, proudly defending himself, "All my friends have eaten there, and they all say it's delicious like crazy."

"Let's go try it someday."

She was purely curious and wanted to see how delicious it could be.

"You dare to go? Aren't you afraid of breaking your legs?" Lan Yichen was also a bit eager to try.

"If you don't tell and I don't tell, who will know?"

"But what if we run into someone we know, and they tell our family?"

Lan Yichen was still a bit cowardly; their grandfather might be okay, not so fierce, but his dad was fierce, and he would definitely carry out his threat to break his legs.

"If you're afraid of this and that, then you might as well not go."

Lan Jin looked at him disdainfully, such a cowardly demeanor, and yet he wanted to succeed his father and become the school tyrant... Tsk...

So disdainful.

"Fine then, if you do go, remember to take me with you. It's better for two people to go than one. I don't believe they'd have the heart to break both our legs."

"I heard you got a job during the vacation? Doing what?" She needed to have a good chat with him before the dishes arrived.

To her astonishment, Lan Yichen shockingly boasted with pride, "I'm working as a duck."

"Pfft—"

Lan Jin had just taken a sip of tea, and she spat it out, not bothering to wipe it away, her eyes narrowing dangerously, "Are you serious?"

Her tone was full of disappointment and exasperation.

Lan Yichen touched his stylish short hair and had an irritating smug look, casually taking out a cigarette to light it.

"Of course I'm serious, and the business is doing very well."

"At your young age, instead of learning good things, who taught you to smoke?"

The chill around Lan Jin intensified, sending shivers down one's spine.

But Lan Yichen was still oblivious, jokingly yet seriously saying, "Grandpa smokes, Dad smokes, it's my turn now. I can't let the family tradition die out; I have to light one up quickly."

"Tsk, you make it sound so reasonable."

Lan Jin leaned over, snatched the cigarette from his mouth, extinguished it, and threw it into the trash can.

"Hey, hey, hey, what's your deal? Never mind, let's just eat."

Lan Yichen had a face full of grievance and dissatisfaction, but thankfully the dishes were served at that moment, so he had to channel his frustration into his appetite, devouring the food enthusiastically.

As he ate, he mumbled, "This dish tastes so-so, not as delicious as what Sister Jiaojiao cooks."

Lan Jin paused while picking up her food, her brows barely perceptibly furrowing, then continued eating as if nothing had happened.

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