Quick Transmigration: Only You Are the Desire of My Heart

Song Qingyin took the bag and opened it eagerly.

The cake was only about half the size of a palm, but it was very delicate and had a sweet aroma that was very tempting.

As for female celebrities' self-cultivation, things like being afraid of gaining weight have to take a backseat when faced with delicious food.

"There's only this little bit." Looking at the small cake, Song Qingyin felt it wasn't enough; it wasn't nearly enough for her.

"Don't eat too much tonight. If you want something to eat, I'll make it for you next time," Wen Mochen comforted him, the promise slipping out without thinking.

As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Mochen frowned imperceptibly; this was not something he would normally say.

Oh well, it was just polite talk. I doubt she'll take it to heart. Words spoken are like water spilled; they can't be taken back. Let it be.

Wen Mochen could only console himself with this thought.

"Mmm," Song Qingyin nodded repeatedly.

After saying goodnight to each other, they went back to their respective rooms.

Looking at the small cake she had placed on the table, Song Qingyin couldn't help but smile. It was progress; she would keep up the good work.

Slowly and deliberately, Song Qingyin finished the small cake, a hint of regret flashing in her eyes. It was gone so quickly. It seems she should find a way to make some more next time, preferably as her personal chef.

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The next morning, after a simple breakfast, the group went to the market to buy fresh ingredients according to the menu agreed upon the day before. However, since they were not in the catering business, and the program aimed to promote Chinese cuisine, the number of orders they received each day was fixed, unlike ordinary restaurants where more customers were better. Therefore, they did not buy a particularly large amount of ingredients.

Moreover, everyone here is a public figure. As long as the program achieves its purpose, that's enough. Why bother offending people so much? It's not good for anyone, and the production team is also afraid of exhausting people to the point of illness.

Therefore, all diners at the restaurant have been vetted, and the number of tables served daily is around ten to fifteen. It can't compare to a regular restaurant, but it's still a significant challenge for those who have never run a restaurant before.

Besides, there are only seven of them, which is a fixed number that will keep them busy for a while.

Having learned from yesterday's experience, today's shopping trip ended quickly and without any major setbacks.

Back in the shop, everyone busied themselves in an orderly fashion.

Many dishes need to be prepared in advance so that they can be served quickly after the customers enter the restaurant.

Su Xiran and Song Qingyin, who were in charge of the front hall, had already set the tables and tableware neatly, leaving them with nothing to do while everyone else was busy.

Su Xiran would take the initiative to go to the kitchen to wash vegetables and peel garlic, while Song Qingyin was not keen on doing so, and would dawdle in the front hall making the menu by herself.

It's simple: take pictures of the dishes you made yesterday, paste them in the photos, write the names in both Chinese and English, and add the prices. That's it for the menu.

After finishing the menu, Song Qingyin was about to go and check on Wen Mochen when An Yang, who happened to be passing by, mocked her.

As for Anyang, he had been feeling resentful these past two days, seeing Su Xiran following Song Qingyin around like they were inseparable, but he had been holding back and hadn't said anything.

Seeing Song Qingyin slacking off now only made him more resentful.

"Everyone's busy, how dare you slack off here?" An Yang, passing by the front hall, said with a sour face. "I really don't know why the production team let you come."

The whispers behind them were very quiet, but because the two were so close, Song Qingyin heard them clearly.

She was never one to have a good temper, so naturally she wouldn't indulge her. These past two days, whenever An Yang saw her, he would act disrespectfully, giving her a cold snort every now and then. He didn't say anything, but his attitude was definitely not good.

She had ignored him only because he hadn't offended her. Now she expected him to treat her with courtesy, but that was obviously impossible.

Because I dislike her, I feel that everything she does is wrong.

"Do you live by the sea? Why are you so nosy?" Song Qingyin scoffed, her expression mocking. She couldn't be bothered to maintain a facade of friendship with a brat.

Wouldn't it be better to use that time to build a relationship with your target?

An Yang's thinking is actually quite understandable; it's just that he has a preconceived notion that Song Qingyin is a bad person. Moreover, there's a lot of negative information about her online. Although it's unverified, there's no smoke without fire, and flies don't land on eggs without cracks. If someone says these things about her, then there must be some truth to it.

The Xi Ran he respected and liked was only deceived, which is why he became friends with Song Qingyin. Song Qingyin's approach to Xi Ran was obviously for ulterior motives. Such a person is not worthy of Su Xi Ran's sincere treatment.

Therefore, he grew to dislike Song Qingyin even more. And that's how the scene just now unfolded.

Ultimately, it's just that Anyang is simple-minded and naturally believes whatever others say.

An Yang's face flushed red. He wanted to say something in rebuttal, but couldn't utter a word, and could only feel angry. He had acted without thinking and impulsively blurted out his previous thoughts.

In their brief time together, he knew that Song Qingyin was quite different from what people online described. Take her clinging to Jiang Ran, for example; he hadn't seen her actively seeking him out in the past two days, even though she had done a lot of work. However, she was quite spoiled, especially picky about food.

Therefore, he was somewhat annoyed with what he had just said.

Song Qingyin didn't care what An Yang thought. She packed up the menu she had made, turned around and went into the kitchen. When she passed An Yang, she even bumped into him pettily, snorted coldly, and left.

The collision made An Yang immediately forget the slight annoyance he had just felt. "He really is annoying."

After I muttered something under my breath, An Yang left indignantly.

"Mr. Wen, what are you doing?" As soon as Song Qingyin entered the kitchen, she spotted Wen Mochen. She quietly came up behind him and peeked out from the side to see what he was doing.

"Make some drinks and put them in the freezer later." Wen Mochen had already sensed someone behind him. When he saw Song Qingyin's fluffy head, a smile flashed in his eyes. "Want to learn? I'll teach you."

"Okay, okay." Song Qingyin nodded repeatedly. The third move of the Song family strategy was to create opportunities for physical contact through teaching.

She wouldn't let such a good opportunity slip by.

"Cut the mango into small cubes, then mash it..." Wen Mochen's voice echoed in my ears, and it was indeed much better than listening through the internet. Just hearing his voice made me want to fall in love.

Gradually, Song Qingyin became distracted. Although she was still listening to Wen Mochen's explanation, she probably didn't realize that her gaze had never left Wen Mochen.

Wen Mochen: "Did you understand?"

"Huh? What?" Song Qingyin suddenly snapped back to reality, realizing that she had been staring blankly at Wen Mochen's voice, and couldn't help but want to cover her face.

Indeed, beauty can be a trap.

"Sigh, never mind, just watch me do it." Wen Mochen looked at Song Qingyin, who was in a daze, and gently patted her head, signaling her to watch from the side.