Quick Transmigration: Only You Are the Desire of My Heart

Abroad, the biggest obstacle is the language barrier. Although the guests all know some basic spoken English, not every local knows it. Fortunately, the production team provided a translator, which solved the problem in a short time.

Originally, after reading the information Qingyu gave Wen Mochen, she thought he didn't speak English. So, she could act as a translator, which would allow them to get closer to each other.

However, the imagination was beautiful, but the reality was harsh. Song Qingyin's beautiful vision did not come true; instead, she was shocked by Wen Mochen's fluent English.

As expected, conquering a target is never that simple. Even with a tragic past, he can still turn the tide against all odds. One wonders what kind of extraordinary talent he possesses in his entirety.

She was getting more and more excited.

"Mr. Wen~, what dessert are you planning to make today? Would I have the honor of being the first to taste it?" Song Qingyin put her hands behind her back, facing Wen Mochen, and took a step back, not caring at all about the danger behind her. She spoke in a soft, sweet voice with a smile.

The two moved backward and forward, as if chasing each other, or perhaps moving away from each other.

They remained neither too close nor too far, keeping the distance within half a meter. The one retreating was unwilling to stop, and the one advancing was unwilling to move faster. It was like a game of strategy; whoever took the initiative to close the distance first would lose.

Song Qingyin was unwilling to be the loser, and as for Wen Mochen, although he appeared dignified and upright, he was extremely arrogant at heart. Such a person would not easily admit defeat in any kind of game.

If that's the case, then let's take a gamble.

"Walk properly." Wen Mochen frowned, looking at the smiling woman in front of him, feeling a bit of a headache.

Along the way alone, he witnessed her persistent nature. If you were even slightly nice to her, she would take advantage of your kindness; if you said a few words to her, she would be obedient one second, but the next she would still do as she pleased; if you were stern, she would put on an innocent look.

It must be said that Song Qingyin is very good at reading people and acting accordingly, and she can subtly use her strengths. Once she has tested Wen Mochen's tolerance limit, she will immediately restrain herself. In addition, when she shows you a pitiful look with her peerless beauty, her original seven parts of anger will only be three parts.

The last three points will unknowingly dissipate amidst her subtle attempts to please.

"I believe you won't let me get hurt." Song Qingyin didn't obediently turn around and walk properly. She continued to do as she pleased, her clear eyes staring intently at Wen Mochen.

They strolled around the market, bought almost everything they needed, and were now pushing their shopping cart back. There were many people coming and going, making it easy to bump into things, especially since Song Qingyin was walking backwards.

[Host, you're about to bump into someone.] Qingyu warned in her mind.

Song Qingyin heard the reminder, but she didn't even stop walking and continued to walk backwards.

"Don't you know how to watch where you're going?" Seeing that Song Qingyin was about to bump into a staff member pushing a large stack of boxes and still seemed oblivious, Wen Mochen was unusually angry.

He grabbed Song Qingyin's arm and pulled her close with a slight effort. In his annoyance, he didn't notice that after pulling her close, he didn't immediately let go, but instead applied a little force.

Feeling a slight pain in her arm, Song Qingyin's smile widened.

It seems she won this gamble.

"See, you didn't hurt me, did you?" Song Qingyin tilted her head and said with a grin, but what she said made Wen Mochen a little angry.

The two were getting too close, and Song Qingyin's beautiful face was magnified in front of him. Her faint fragrance lingered around him, and he felt uncomfortable for a moment, so he subtly took a step back.

Looking at Song Qingyin like this, he felt that she was very much like someone else—Qingshui, who was just as difficult to deal with.

Thinking of Qing Shui, Wen Mochen couldn't help but recall the private messages he had seen before. There were 999+ messages, and just looking at those unread red dots gave him a headache, so he simply left them all to his assistant to handle.

I heard that half of the messages were sent by Qingshui. They asked him if he could send them some more snacks, since he had already finished the last batch and wanted to buy some from him.

He had his assistant directly refuse. For the past two weeks, besides his regular live streams, he'd been incredibly busy preparing for this program. It was easy to imagine that Qing Shui would bombard him with criticism after being rejected, and sure enough, he did.

After glancing at Song Qingyin again, Wen Mochen could only sigh and stop arguing with her. He pushed the shopping cart around her to pay.

However, his gaze would unconsciously drift to Song Qingyin every now and then, and he would only breathe a sigh of relief when he saw that she was alright. He thought he had never worried about anyone like this before.

After leaving the market with my purchases, I didn't rush back. I put the things in the trunk and waited by the car.

Before coming, everyone not only took stock of everything they had, but also made a list. What they needed, what they didn't need, what dishes they planned to make, what ingredients they needed, and what kind of utensils they would use were all listed on the list, and then they went to buy them in batches.

This is also the experience that Manager Huang has accumulated over the past few seasons. The team doesn't have much time to prepare. In addition to purchasing, they also need to go back to prepare the ingredients, check the prices of food in local restaurants, and then determine the prices of food sold at the inn. All of this takes a lot of time, so the faster the better.

The market where Song Qingyin and her group were located was the largest market in the small town, but since the items they needed to buy were not in the same area, they separated.

There aren't many kitchen utensils to buy, as the production team has prepared a complete set, and Chef Li Siyuan also brought quite a few. So they only need to add some bowls, plates, knives, forks, chopsticks, pretty cups, and other small items.

Moreover, Song Qingyin didn't care about anything along the way, and An Yang had long since disappeared, so the responsibility of selecting items fell on Wen Mochen. He didn't need to discuss it with anyone; he decided what to buy on his own. In addition, he wasn't the type to dawdle or get caught up in things, which naturally saved him a lot of time.

Although Song Qingyin had focused her attention on Wen Mochen almost the entire way, she still glanced at him when he was making his selections, and she couldn't help but think more highly of him.

The items Wen Mochen selected ranged from expensive to inexpensive, but without exception, they were all beautiful. Of course, besides being aesthetically pleasing, they also offered the best value for money among the many items available, and even the quality was chosen to be as high as possible.

That said, neither of the targets in these two worlds were people who were completely clueless about basic culinary skills. Although Chu Hanqi in the previous world wasn't exactly a master chef, he was quite good at making home-style dishes. Whenever he was around, Song Qingyin almost never had to lift a finger, and even Song's parents were afraid that he would spoil her.

Therefore, Song Qingyin became increasingly spoiled in front of Chu Hanqi, to the point that she had some time of adjustment after arriving in this world.

And Wen Mochen in this world is even more outstanding. He has practically maxed out his culinary skills, especially desserts, which are absolutely delicious to her, although she has never tasted his cooking yet.

But it's only a matter of time.

That's right, she was absolutely certain of it, and she wouldn't accept any arguments against it.