In the era of fetal wear, she became the first socialite in Hong Kong

Li Ziheng hesitated for a while, but ultimately did not mention this matter to his cousin.

This can be considered as a parenting skill learned from raising two children. He feels that if parents don't bring up some things, the kids will be more restrained in doing them secretly, but once the parents expose them, they will act openly and without any scruples.

The same logic applies to his cousin. He pretends to be ignorant and lets his sister have her way. Anyway, with his sister's mental state and experience, Song Xianqing can't do anything to Yanyan. If something really does go wrong, he is the second-in-command of Panyu after all, and he can suppress it no matter what.

Li Ziheng didn't mention it, and Fu Ziyan pretended nothing happened. The next day, Zizai happily went to Zhongcun Commune to investigate the alternative factory site, and indeed met the "interested person" Song Xianqing.

When they went to various communes to investigate available factory sites a few days ago, Fu Ziyan and his team were able to keep a low profile while traveling back and forth. However, today they can no longer keep a low profile. After all, this is their base camp, and information spreads faster than the wheels of a car. They also have the previous two days to learn from.

Perhaps because they knew Fu Ziyan intended to keep a low profile, the local leaders did not hold an exaggerated welcome ceremony such as setting off firecrackers and rolling out a red carpet, but the content was still very substantial.

As soon as Fu Ziyan arrived at the local area, the commune secretary and the deputy director in charge of finance came out to accompany her. They smiled and spoke in official tones, and the scene was particularly harmonious and lively.

"Ms. Fu, our commune has old ancestral halls and other buildings suitable for conversion into factories..." Deputy Director Chen of Zhongcun Commune spoke eloquently, starting with the commune's history and the environmental resources for factory construction. He spoke eloquently, "Our commune's advantages..."

"This is a map of our commune, Miss Fu, please take a look..."

After a few words, another person came forward to interrupt, "Miss Fu, you have worked hard on the journey. We prepared soda and herbal tea in advance. Try some to relieve your fatigue."

Fu Ziyan: ...It can be seen that they are trying very hard to attract her to build a factory locally. Soda is the newest and most popular drink in mainland China these days, and herbal tea, especially Cantonese herbal tea, is very local.

Fu Ziyan followed the map and explored the area. Near an old family ancestral hall, Song Xianqing, dressed in a slim-fitting long gown and trousers, stood tall and proud. He smiled and waved at her, "Comrade Fu, we meet again."

From the moment they met, Song Xianqing only called her "comrade" instead of politely calling her "Miss Fu" like others. He certainly didn't have a red star consciousness and firmly believed that Fu Ziyan would be a revolutionary comrade. He simply wanted to be different from others and become "special" to attract Fu Ziyan's attention.

Fu Ziyan, who was looking at the map, turned her gaze towards him and nodded gently, "Comrade Song."

Fu Ziyan was simply being polite out of habit, but her mind was still on the map. Having lived with her father since she was little, she had become accustomed to doing everything to the best of her ability.

Song Xianqing may have noticed it, or may not have noticed it.

But unlike yesterday's retreat, he chose to take the initiative today, his expression gentle and serious as he extended an invitation: "It's almost lunchtime, and my home is nearby. Comrade Fu, could you please come for a quick meal and let me show some gratitude?"

The commune secretary on the side was a little surprised that there was someone in their commune who knew Miss Fu. Then he looked at the young comrade and saw that he was handsome and elegant. He had never heard of such a good-looking person before.

Deputy Director Chen glanced at Song Xianqing, his eyebrows slightly raised, as if thinking about something.

He was different from the secretary. He had heard his eldest daughter, who liked pretty faces, mention Comrade Song's good looks once before, but he hadn't paid much attention to it. Now that he thought about it, with Comrade Song's looks, would Miss Fu develop feelings for him?

If that was the case, they had to help Comrade Song solve his personal problems. Although some of the words were not pleasant to hear, the truth was that the power of pillow talk should not be underestimated.

But there is no rush. We must first confirm that Miss Fu is indeed interested in Comrade Song.

As the two of them pondered in surprise, Song Xianqing's ears blushed slightly, and he added apologetically, somewhat shyly, "It's just that it may not be as sumptuous as the one at the state-owned restaurant yesterday. All I can prepare are small farm dishes."

Fu Ziyan stopped thinking and looked up at him seriously.

A cluster of red blush adorned her fair skin, like a solitary red plum blossom in a field of snow, striking and gorgeous. Her slightly lowered eyes formed a gentle arc, and in their depths was a cautious expectation and longing.

Even though she knew that Song Xianqing was deliberately seducing her, Fu Ziyan still sighed in her heart: It makes sense that beauty can lead to the downfall of a country.

She was thinking that after returning to Hong Kong, she would find a few more handsome men with different attributes to keep around her to increase the resistance of the honey trap. She said slowly: "Then Comrade Song, please help."

She was not really seduced by Song Xianqing, but the commune leaders were too enthusiastic. In those days, the commune's funds were fixed. Before the factory site was determined, Fu Ziyan was unwilling to give the commune the opportunity to entertain her, so she took up the lunch seat at Song Xianqing's invitation.

Song Xianqing's eyes brightened visibly. He didn't know what Fu Ziyan was thinking, but he thought his beauty had worked. He smiled brilliantly, like a pure young man, and said repeatedly, "Of course, I will prepare well."

Deputy Director Chen's eyes flickered slightly, and he continued with a smile: "I was just planning to invite Miss Fu to taste the cooking of our commune canteen chef, but I didn't expect Comrade Song to get there first."

Someone laughed and shook their head to liven up the atmosphere. "It seems that in everything, you have to act first to seize the initiative. If you are a step late, our chef will miss a great opportunity to show his skills."

Fu Ziyan smiled and said, "That's because I don't have the good fortune to eat."

"How can you not enjoy it?" The secretary shook his head, saying with a double meaning, "The chef's skills are great and the ingredients are ready. It all depends on Miss Fu's wishes. If you can't enjoy it this time, there's always next time. Anyway, the chef's skills are there, so Miss Fu will definitely be able to enjoy it next time she comes."

Fu Ziyan withdrew her gaze from surveying the old ancestral hall's geographical environment, and smiled at the secretary. "Your words really piqued my appetite. I'll try Comrade Song's home-cooked dishes first, and then try the chef's cooking next time I come here. Everyone has different tastes, so we have to try them before we can compare."

The secretary laughed heartily and said, "Miss Fu is always welcome in our commune."

The topic was temporarily dropped, and the commune cadres continued to accompany Fu Ziyan to see the factory site, showing off their advantages in words.

Although Song Xianqing was a bit cunning, he was very careful about his position. After learning that Fu Ziyan wanted to stay for dinner, he consciously withdrew and went home to prepare lunch. He did not deliberately stay to eavesdrop on anything, and tried hard to leave a good impression on Miss Fu and the commune cadres.

He had specially prepared this meal. He had been thinking about the menu for a long time last night and got up early in the morning to prepare the ingredients. He had free-range chickens raised by the brigade and fresh vegetables picked from the vegetable garden... He also specially spent a high price to buy local freshly produced oranges.

It was said that this young lady would tire of the fine cuisine of state-owned restaurants every day, so he avoided any extravagant dishes and tried to make each dish as homely and refreshing as possible. Fortunately, Hong Kong and Guangdong Province both eat Cantonese cuisine, and their eating habits are similar, so he could make dishes that are more suitable for the young lady.

I don't ask to completely match the young lady's taste, I just want to leave a good impression of being considerate and attentive.

He wants to please people openly!

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The white-cut chicken has tender skin, fine texture and golden color; the steamed grass carp with scallion oil is smooth and tender, and melts in your mouth; the blanched choy sum is crispy, tender and sweet; the steamed spare ribs with black bean sauce are soft and tender; the barley and winter melon soup is refreshing and refreshing.

Song Xianqing strives to make every dish look simple and homely, but in fact, the ingredients are carefully selected, just like him, full of care.

But it did capture Fu Ziyan's stomach.

He is lucky.

Fu Ziyan ate the same breakfast every day, and her pampered self-consciousness had given way to a minor anorexia, so she didn't eat much this morning. Mu Mu had brought along chocolate and other snacks to fill her stomach, but once Fu Ziyan got busy, she had no desire to eat. After a busy morning, Song Xianqing's light, non-greasy home-cooked meals were just the thing for Fu Ziyan.

The young lady enjoyed her meal and found the beauty in front of her even more pleasing to the eye. In particular, the chef who had prepared lunch not only had no smell of cooking fumes, but also exuded a faint scent of soapberry, looking fresh and clean.

Fu Ziyan curled her lips and said, "Comrade Song is an amazing cook."

Song Xianqing curved his lips, not trying to hide his happiness at all: "As long as Comrade Fu likes it. My father used to be a chef, and I often watched him cook in the kitchen when I was a child."

Chef...

Thinking of the recent boring breakfast, Fu Ziyan suddenly asked: "What would you make for breakfast?"

Song Xianqing suppressed the excitement rising in his heart: "My father has made many kinds of dishes before. As long as there are enough ingredients, I can make them for at least half a month without repeating myself. For example, chicken wonton soup, duck blood vermicelli soup, and Shanghai pan-fried buns. But they are all Chinese breakfast dishes. I can't make Western ones."

Fu Ziyan raised her eyes and looked at Song Xianqing with admiration.

I thought she was just a tea lady with some small plans, but I didn't expect that she was not only a good cook, but also knew famous snacks from other provinces. It was tailor-made for her, as she was tired of hotel breakfast.

Although Fu Ziyan didn't make any move, Mu Mu understood what the young lady meant. She was about to ask the young lady to book a chef for her when Song Xianqing spoke first.

"If Comrade Fu allows, I would like to bring you breakfast every day," Song Xianqing looked at Fu Ziyan nervously, his voice gentle but bold, "I would also like to accompany you for a walk."

"This is my selfish desire. I want to stay by your side and make you happier, without asking for anything in return." His cheeks flushed, his eyes looking expectantly. "Is that okay?"

Fu Ziyan was surprised.

She knew this man's subtle intentions, the way he was playing it safe, the way they'd met again and again. She hadn't pointed it out because she was too lazy to pay attention and a bit of a playful interest, but she hadn't expected him to take the initiative and confess while she was eating.

Before today, she would have simply admired the man's shy and nervous beauty and rejected him outright. But now it was different. Chef Xiao Song was quite skilled.

Facing the chef who happened to bump into her, Fu Ziyan felt that she could cherish him. She did not respond to the "confession" and only asked him: "Before I leave Panyu, you can be my chef with a daily salary of ten yuan. What do you think?"

Song Xianqing pursed his lips, looked at the person in front of him eagerly, and said earnestly: "I am willing to prepare three meals for you for free, I just want to be by your side."

Fu Ziyan curled the corners of her lips gently, said nothing, and looked at him calmly with her eyes.

Song Xianqing's heart skipped a beat, feeling that his little thoughts and tricks were completely seen through by these eyes.

He hesitated for a moment, unwilling to give up.

"Yes...I'm being abrupt." Song Xianqing was filled with emotion, and took a deep breath as if mustering up courage. "Comrade Fu, can you give me a chance? I can cook, I can sing, and I'm probably pretty good-looking too. I'd be happy if I could just stay with you for a few days."

Fu Ziyan smiled tolerantly, stood up, and said gracefully: "Thank you for the hospitality. I really like your cooking."

Song Xianqing:??? How come this young lady is completely oblivious to his carefully crafted confession?

For a moment, Song Xianqing felt as if he was performing a one-man show, so embarrassed that even the air seemed to be mocking him.

The bodyguard followed the eldest lady out, and Song Xianqing looked confusedly at Assistant Mu who had taken two steps behind.

"Comrade Mu, I...?"

Mu Mu nodded businesslike and handed over a stack of ten-yuan bills. "Comrade Song, thank you for your hospitality. This is for today's lunch."

Song Xianqing looked at the stack of banknotes and knew that there were about sixty or seventy of them. As far as this lunch was concerned, it was a huge profit, a windfall, but this was not his original intention!

Afraid that Comrade Mu would turn around and leave, Song Xianqing didn't dare to think too much and quickly asked, "Comrade Mu, can I still make breakfast for you?"

Mu Mu looked at him strangely. She really didn't expect that this man would adjust and focus on his career so quickly after being rejected by the eldest lady.

But it just happened to solve the problem temporarily. Mu Mu thought of the young lady's recent "anorexia" and nodded: "You can live in the county party committee guesthouse, make breakfast for the young lady every morning, food and accommodation are all included, and the daily salary is ten yuan."

"The young lady wants a different breakfast every day, with different flavors..." She carefully listed a long list of Fu Ziyan's taste preferences, and said solemnly: "Comrade Song, can you remember it?"

Song Xianqing nodded and hurriedly asked, "Can I still see Miss Fu?"

It would be nice if I could take this opportunity to get close to Miss Fu. As the saying goes, "If you want to capture a person's heart, you must first capture her stomach." Song Xianqing still holds out hope.

"The young lady is very busy." The implication is that a chef who serves the young lady does not need to be obsessed with seeing her.

Mu Mu snorted in his heart. Is their eldest lady available to anyone who wants to see her? Many people in Hong Kong have to make an appointment to see the eldest lady!

Song Xianqing lowered his head: "I understand, thank you."

Although this person had a lot of little thoughts, for the sake of the young lady's appetite, Mu Mu still dutifully reminded him: "Prepare breakfast well. The young lady will not treat those who work for her unfairly."

After a pause, Mu Mu added: "If you need anything, you can tell me."

Don’t put your little thoughts on the eldest lady!

Our eldest lady is very busy. She wanted to tease you and watch the show before, but now she doesn’t want to play anymore, so you should be sensible.

Song Xianqing understood Mu Mu's implication and sighed in his heart, thinking that it was a waste of all the time he had practiced the posture and demeanor for.

However, it is not bad to be able to work for this young lady. Not only can he get a good salary, but also others have to give him some face because of his employer.

Think about the silly fat girl in the factory director's family who pestered him to get married. At least her initial goal was achieved.

"Thank you, Comrade Mu. I understand. I'll go to the county town this afternoon." Song Xianqing was very tactful and quickly changed his mindset to get into the job process. "Would you like me to prepare a menu for breakfast for Miss Fu every day in advance?"

Mu Mugao glanced at Song Xianqing and said, "I'm also staying at the County Party Committee Guesthouse. Just give me the menu after lunch every day."

"Ok."