Reborn Tea Art God

Chapter 181 The Mountain Is Too High, She Can't Hold It
I have to say that Wang Manni's cooking skills are quite good, so good that Lin Cheng can cook two bowls of rice.

Of course, it may also be that Song Yi's dark cuisine is ahead, and the contrast between before and after is too obvious.

"I'll wash the dishes before I go!"

Wang Manni folded the bowls and chopsticks, ready to put them into the sink.

Although it is doing housework, cooking and washing dishes, just like a live-in nanny, it is still a free voluntary labor.

But she is very diligent and proactive when she works.

It seems that as long as she can stay in this place for a few more minutes, talk to a high-status person like Lin Cheng a few more times, and serve a few more times, she will be able to follow suit.

Swish!
Song Yi pulled out the cabinet below, "There is a dishwasher here, just put it in the dishwasher."

dishwasher?
Wang Manni was stunned.

The kitchen utensils and appliances here are beyond her imagination.

After several seconds, she nodded embarrassingly, "Okay, okay, I understand!"

When everything was done, the apron Wang Manni replaced was neatly folded, "Miss Song, I will wash this apron before sending it back. Is that okay?"

This time Song Yi was stunned.

Unlike her imaginary rival in love, this delicate-looking sales lady was too humble.

Even the maids in ancient costume dramas and the court ladies in Gongdou dramas have not been able to do this, which can be called "subservient".

Even in the next second, she suddenly knelt down and wiped her shoes, Song Yi would not be surprised.

"Yes, yes!"

Song Yi took two steps back, dragging the corner of Lin Cheng's clothes helplessly.

Really flattered!
If it goes on like this, it feels like my life is about to die.

"Mr. Lin, Ms. Song, thank you very much for your hospitality tonight, then I will go back first."

Wang Manni bowed deeply, from the moment she entered the door to when she left, she always wore a warm smile like a spring breeze.

"I'll take it to you!"

Lin Cheng gave Song Yi a reassuring look, and the latter nodded sensiblely.

Judging from Wang Manni's current performance, there is indeed no threat at all, but she is too humble.

In the elevator, Wang Manni, in a white shirt and black trousers, stood in a restrained posture, bowed her head and remained silent.

In the confined space, the smell of perfume, which is not usually noticeable, is particularly strong at this moment.

"Grapefruit, Jasmine."

Lin Cheng sniffed the air, and only smelled two kinds.

"Mr. Lin is so powerful, you can smell it all, and the one I use happens to be from Chanel..."

Wang Manni raised her head to start a conversation, but an embarrassing elevator advertisement came into view inappropriately—"Maria Women's Hospital, 5-minute painless abortion, caring for women's health!"

In an instant, she quickly lowered her head and looked away.

Thoughts are running wild in my mind, the more I want to stop, the more it spreads.

Ding!
With a soft bang, the elevator arrived.

Opening the door and stepping in, it is not the entrance lobby that I entered before, but an empty and slightly dark underground garage.

"This way!"

Lin Cheng greeted the royal blue BMW Z4.

"Actually, there is no need to send..."

The mechanical roof slowly lowered and was put into the trunk.

A few seconds later, an open-top BMW sports car interrupted Wang Manni's polite words.

A Mercedes-Benz S65, plus a BMW Z4, plus a black card with a credit limit of 300 million, plus a one-time swipe of million without frowning, plus a -square-meter mansion bought for the convenience of commuting to and from get out of class .

Wang Manni didn't know how much the boy in front of her could show. Even in urban idol dramas, she had never seen exaggerated plots.

The wind at night made the sound of hunting, making the long hair messy and short of breath.

Lin Cheng didn't speak, just drove the car on the city expressway according to the location of the remote apartment in Jiangxia District.

It was Wang Manni who took the initiative to speak, "Actually, my real name is not Manni. I'm a little embarrassed to say it, but my real name is Wang Yan, Yanzi's Yan. Manni is the English name I used to do sales at the counter."

"swallow?"

Lin Cheng was quite surprised, and unconsciously glanced at the rearview mirror.

Fortunately, there is no fat man chasing cars all the way, and no one is shouting—"Swallow, you must be happy!"

"Well, swallow!"

"My dad originally wanted to name me Wang Feng, so I could fly on a branch and turn into a phoenix! Grandma thought Wang Feng was too ostentatious to support, so she changed it to Wang Yan, because swallows are easy to support."

Wang Yan confided her heart.

It is a country flavor that is completely different from her exquisite appearance.

It seems that in an instant, the urban workplace drama of drinking Starbucks coffee and using Apple's family bucket has become a country love story with flying dogs.

Lin Cheng asked a few questions in a timely manner.

It's just that it's not the "how old are you" that ordinary people are used to, but the more natural "how long have you been in the state?"

"I went to university in Linzhou, and I stayed here to work after graduation."

"It's been... seven years, exactly seven years!"

Wang Yan tried to take care of her messy hair, but it was blown into disorder again by the evening wind from the convertible sports car.

"29 years old, 11 years older than me, almost a round!"

Lin Cheng smiled.

If he didn't deliberately calculate the age, he really wouldn't feel the age difference.

Lin Cheng in his previous life has seen too many college students who come from such a small place and work hard in big cities after graduation, trying to maintain a superficially refined life.

The easiest thing to deal with is this kind of woman!

Regardless of their delicate appearance and bright work, they seem to abide by principles, and maintain a certain kind of beautiful yearning for life and feelings.

He even rejected the middle-aged boss who drove a Land Rover, and the nightclub prince who drove a Porsche, and at the same time maintained a "friend relationship" with Fa Xiao from his hometown.

However, they are the easiest to handle!
"Huh? Is Mr. Lin only 18 years old this year?"

Wang Yan couldn't hide the astonishment on her face, followed by deep disappointment and regret.

If Lin Cheng was ten years older, even five years older.

Maybe, she has a chance!
I don't want to marry into a wealthy family, and I don't think it's my turn to have a girlfriend.

With a good memory, she can persuade herself to give up the feasting and feasting in the big city, go back to her hometown hundreds of kilometers away, and be a good wife and mother.

However, this mysterious noble son who was supposed to change his destiny was only 18 years old.

What he meant by going to college meant just entering freshman year.

too young!

Such a young age, such a large balance.

The mountain is too high for her to grasp!
"I'm too old-fashioned, can't you tell?"

Lin Cheng turned the steering wheel, and the BMW Z4, which has always been good at handling, drove out of the expressway and turned into rows of six or seven-story urban peasant houses.

"No, no, no, you look very young, that is..."

After thinking for a while, Wang Yan managed to come up with a very common adjective - "It's just very mature!"

(End of this chapter)