Quick Transmigration: Only You Are the Desire of My Heart

Song Qingyin was slightly annoyed. Not seeing the expected reaction was really...exciting.

Wen Mochen had truly ignited her competitive spirit; the more indifferent he appeared, the more determined she became. For Song Qingyin, there were no limits to what she could do, only things she didn't want to do.

"Qingyin, welcome back." Manager Huang had a big smile on his face, somewhat excited. Everyone else had similar expressions. Except for Wen Mochen, whose emotions were unreadable, and Jiang Ran, whose emotions didn't fluctuate much, even An Yang gave her a big smile for the first time.

It seems everyone is truly exhausted.

"Ahhh, Yinyin, I love you so much!" Su Xiran couldn't help but scream when she saw the gift. She was holding the gift that Song Qingyin had given her—a gift bag of hawthorn wine and snacks.

The hawthorn wine was something she had brewed herself before. She had seen it during a video call with Su Xiran. Song Qingyin had briefly mentioned it to her, but unexpectedly, the girl insisted that she bring her some.

That's why we're in this situation now. She loves wine and brewed quite a bit when she first came into this world, so she brought a lot with her this time.

You should know that her brewing skills are superb, and the taste is bound to be excellent. Back in the main world, the "Drunken Spring River" that so many people would kill for was something she brewed casually.

Without a doubt, when it comes to winemaking and tasting, she's number one, and no one dares to claim second place. That's how confident she is!

"I brought some gifts back for everyone. These are homemade. Please try them and give me your feedback," Song Qingyin said, handing out several bags to the crowd.

When she handed it to Wen Mochen, Song Qingyin seemed slightly awkward. She pursed her lips and said nothing. Wen Mochen, on the other hand, thanked her softly.

As they touched, Song Qingyin's fingertips lightly brushed against Wen Mochen's skin, sending a slight shiver through him. Wen Mochen glanced at her, somewhat taken aback, only to find her expression unchanged, seemingly oblivious to his presence.

He lowered his eyes with a hint of disappointment, his fingers unconsciously stroking the skin she had just touched, as if still carrying her warmth.

Song Qingyin caught a glimpse of Wen Mochen's figure out of the corner of her eye, and the corners of her mouth turned up. It seemed that Wen Mochen was not familiar with her and had no feelings for her at all.

“Every bottle is so pretty, I want them all.” Su Xiran couldn’t resist crowding around to take a look when she saw the others opening their boxes.

Song Qingyin specially commissioned a batch of vessels to hold the wine: large, frosted bottles with wide bellies, plus five wine glasses of the same material, painted in various colors, including sky blue, crimson, pinkish white, warm orange, and dark gray... When paired with traditional Chinese painting or ink painting, the atmosphere is immediately created.

Actually, she put more effort into this set of tableware than the wine itself, especially the paintings on it. She even consulted several masters of traditional Chinese painting and ink wash. It wasn't for gifting or anything else; she was simply picky about these things, especially things she liked, and she had more patience for them.

She had been preparing these utensils since she started brewing the wine. She originally intended to keep them for herself, but Su Xiran took a liking to them and decided to give them away as gifts.

"Even if you say that, I won't give it to you." Manager Huang laughed heartily, looking at the wine in the box with obvious delight. Putting aside the taste, he absolutely loved the bottle itself.

Manager Huang's set was a dark gray one, with a picture of starlight at dusk on it. There were thousands of lights and dazzling stars, as if it had traveled through thousands of years to be displayed before our eyes.

Su Xiran hugged her own gift box, then looked longingly at the other people's gift boxes, a conflict flashing in her eyes.

"Alright, I'll give you a set when we get back." Song Qingyin looked at Su Xiran with amusement and said helplessly.

"Really?" Su Xiran looked at her intently, her longing undisguised. Song Qingyin couldn't bear to refuse her, and nodded seriously to indicate that it was true.

As promised, she sent the items to Su Xiran's house as soon as the show ended, something she had almost completely forgotten about at the time. Of course, that's another story.

Gourmet Inn Restaurant

Seeing that Wen Mochen hadn't opened the gift for a long time, An Yang asked with some doubt, "Brother Mochen, aren't you going to take a look?" As he spoke, he pointed to the gift bag that Wen Mochen was clutching tightly.

"No, I'll look at it when I get back. It'll be harder to put it away later if I look at it now." Wen Mochen looked at the things in his hands, a hint of anticipation unconsciously showing on his face.

Perhaps, she gave me something different?

Wen Mochen probably hasn't even realized his own conflicted feelings. On one hand, he rejects others, but on the other hand, he hopes to be different in her eyes. Or perhaps he has, but he's letting it go, letting his emotions always be influenced by Song Qingyin.

Everyone carefully collected their gifts and then happily returned to their work stations to continue their tasks.

"Are you... feeling unwell?" Song Qingyin was about to put the washed cups on the front desk when she passed by Wen Mochen and saw that he looked somewhat dazed, almost cutting her hand. She opened her mouth, hesitated for a moment, and then asked.

"I have a slight fever." Wen Mochen put down the kitchen knife, closed his eyes to relieve the dizziness, and then spoke with a dry voice.

Upon hearing this, Song Qingyin put down her cup and placed the back of her hand against his forehead. The slightly higher temperature made her frown slightly.

"Don't frown." Before Song Qingyin could speak, Wen Mochen raised his hand and lightly touched her brow with his fingertips. His voice was low and husky, with a strange sexiness.

Song Qingyin stared at him, somewhat stunned by his sudden action. His eyes were a little unfocused, yet he stubbornly continued to gently stroke her brow, completely unaware of how ambiguous his actions were.

"You're so hot. You should take your medicine now and get some rest." Coming back to her senses, Song Qingyin pulled down his hand expressionlessly and said softly.

"Okay." Wen Mochen nodded obediently, his compliant manner completely different from before.

Could it be that the fever has made him delirious?

Song Qingyin looked Wen Mochen up and down with a puzzled expression, but couldn't figure it out.

Given Wen Mochen's current condition, it was naturally unsuitable for him to stay in the kitchen cooking any longer, so the production team arranged for someone to take him back to his apartment to rest. However, this meant they were short a chef, as Chef Li alone simply couldn't handle the workload.

If not handled properly, it will definitely have a negative impact on the reputation that everyone has been building up over the past few days. Once that happens, it will be very difficult to salvage the reputation.

This is something that not only the production team thought of, but everyone else did too.

"If that doesn't work, we'll reduce the number of dishes." Manager Huang frowned slightly; this seemed to be the best solution at the moment.

"I can also make Mo Chen's portion, but serving one person will definitely take longer than serving two. However, I'll communicate with the customer beforehand, so it shouldn't be a problem." Chef Li noticed everyone's predicament and cautiously spoke after calculating his own capacity.