If anyone else had tried to brag to them like this, they definitely would have slapped them across the face.
’Isn’t this just a complete insult to our intelligence?’
*
Inside the shop.
Song Yan and her two friends stared at the fragrant steamed buns before them, unable to stop themselves from swallowing.
"I feel like... these buns are even more attractive than that stinky man who made them."
"Hurry up and try one!"
"They smell so good! And the buns are so exquisite. It’s my first time seeing buns that look so artistic."
Lü Ziqing was amazed.
The bun in her hand didn’t have any fancy patterns or strange shapes. It was just... perfectly round!
Yes, perfectly round.
Song Yan took a bite of a bun.
Unexpected.
The texture was completely different from what she had imagined.
The skin of the bun was soft yet springy. The scalding-hot meat filling entered her mouth, bringing with it an endless umami fragrance, and the salty, spicy flavor nearly melted her tongue.
’Wow, these buns are something else!’
She didn’t usually like eating steamed buns, but today, surprisingly, she felt no resistance at all toward the ones in front of her.
She finished it in two bites.
Song Yan even licked the grease from her fingers. When she looked up, she was a bit dumbfounded.
Her two friends, Lü Ziqing and Cao Xin, had already eaten three or four each!
The sound of their chewing... they were eating with such relish!
"You... didn’t you guys say you didn’t want to eat buns?" she asked, dumbfounded.
Just a moment ago, she’d been feeling a little smug; now, she was starting to get anxious.
"We’re eating! Why wouldn’t we? That stinky... Handsome Jiang’s buns are pretty good."
"They’re delicious! Sister Song, hurry up and eat! If you don’t, we’re going to finish them all!"
"In your dreams! Stop eating!"
Furious, Song Yan grabbed three buns and started stuffing them into her mouth.
"Wow! This juice is so fresh and sweet! How does Boss Jiang do it?"
"This shrimp and corn bun is so fragrant. I love corn. Have you guys noticed? The skin of these buns isn’t sticky at all, and it’s perfectly bonded with the filling!"
Cao Xin had a look of utter shock on her face as she ate.
The more she ate, the more astounded she became.
She suspected she might have been eating fake buns her whole life.
’How could the difference be this huge otherwise!’
In just five minutes, they had polished off ten buns.
"Sister Song, are we coming back in the future?" Lü Ziqing asked, her eyes wide with anticipation.
"Uh..." Song Yan felt like she’d just been proven wrong.
Just a moment ago, she had said they would only come once. "I’ll admit I miscalculated. I didn’t expect that stinky man’s buns to actually be something special. But it’s impossible to win me over with just a few buns."
She continued to be stubborn.
The three of them quickly swept the table clean of food.
’It’s so delicious!’
"I’m coming back for lunch, hehe."
Song Yan flew into a rage. "Don’t you forget why we’re here! Have you eaten yourself stupid?"
"Don’t you two know what the situation is at our new factory? It’s full of stinky men in power who do nothing but drink or go for foot massages all day! The whole place is a mess. We have to quickly figure out a way to persuade President Xiao Jun to come back and clean them up, you hear me!?"
After speaking,
Song Yan took a huge, vicious bite of a three-delicacy bun.
She chewed on it fiercely.
’Delicious!’
’Well, the money’s already been spent.’
’Can’t let it go to waste!’
Lü Ziqing: ???
Cao Xin: ???
After the buns were gone, Song Yan was still craving more.
She had never eaten such addictive buns before.
"Ahem, Xiao Lü, are you full?"
"I’m full, Sister Song!" Lü Ziqing replied, leaning back in her chair and sipping her juice, her stomach bulging.
"What about you, Xin? You’re a big eater, was this enough for you?"
"It was enough, Sister Song," Cao Xin said with a smile.
She had eaten a lot just now.
She had also drunk a bottle of sweet and sour apple juice. She felt so comfortable she could die.
’We really made the right choice coming here!’
"Alright then," Song Yan said, licking her lips.
’What do I do? I still want to eat more.’
’Forget it. Saving face is more important.’
"I’ve already asked around. President Jun gets off work in the evening. How about we come back tonight to talk to her? Just waiting around isn’t a solution. Let’s explain the stakes directly to President Xiao Jun. She’s so assertive, she’ll definitely come back to deal with those people!"
"Sister Song, I have an idea," Cao Xin said.
"We could wait for President Xiao Jun at the kindergarten entrance. Let’s not say anything in front of her husband. We can find her and talk to her secretly and alone. Wouldn’t the success rate be higher that way?"
"That’s a great idea, I agree!" Lü Ziqing raised her hand.
"No!" Song Yan rejected the idea decisively.
"I think we should just talk about it here at the shop. Isn’t it bad to be all sneaky about it? President Xiao Jun is obviously very close with this Boss Jiang. She would definitely take her husband’s side."
"What if we get caught trying to poach her from behind her husband’s back? It’s not like we’re asking them to get a divorce, right? We’re just asking President Jun to come back to take charge and clean out the parasites. We can be completely open and aboveboard about it, can’t we?"
"That makes sense. Let’s be open about it then."
"Okay."
After the meal was over,
Song Yan’s perspective had unknowingly changed.
Before they came,
She had been speechless, wondering how Sister Jun, a dignified and aloof top president, could become so infatuated with a man that she couldn’t pull herself away.
She couldn’t understand it at all.
However,
she was suddenly starting to understand a little.
It turns out—being with a hot guy is just so damn fun!!
’Just think about it.’
’Boss Jiang is a great cook, he speaks with warmth, and he has a perfectly sculpted muscular physique.’
’Who wouldn’t be smitten by that!’
’No wonder President Xiao Jun isn’t going back. She’s spending her days happily cuddling her husband and living a blissful little life...’
’No!’
’This accursed lap of luxury!’
The three of them got up and paid the bill.
"We’re leaving, Mr. President’s Husband! Bye-bye!" Lü Ziqing, not one for overthinking, waved goodbye to Jiang Liu with a smile.
’President’s husband?’ Jiang Liu immediately put two and two together.
’These must be more of my wife’s friends.’
He didn’t think much of it. "Bye-bye."
The three women left the shop.
Cao Xin asked, "Sister Song, are we coming back for lunch?"
She was already craving more the moment she stepped outside.
Lü Ziqing also looked up expectantly.
Song Yan said angrily, "Look at the two of you, so pathetic! Can’t you act like proper women? We need to have some backbone!"
"Don’t you forget how disgusting those old baldies at the factory are! We’re here to pull President Xiao Jun back to support us, not to give her husband money! The more money we give him, isn’t it possible President Xiao Jun will lose even more of her ambition?"
"He’s her husband! If her husband gets rich, do you think he’ll be willing to let his wife go back to work?"
"The details determine success or failure! I’ll repeat it again: the details determine success or failure!"
"I get it, Sister Song." "We know!" Cao Xin and Lü Ziqing nodded vigorously.
Song Yan adopted the expression of a teacher with a promising student. "Good, good, good. As expected of my, Song Yan’s, good sisters. We must be united. What stupid delicious food? It’s fine if we don’t eat it!"
??
The three of them chatted about how to persuade Jun Qingmeng to return as they walked, and soon they arrived at the new factory Huaxia Pharmaceutical had opened in South City.
The place was four kilometers from Yangzhai Street, a small village surrounded by self-built houses.
By now, a whole crew of people had been transferred to the factory.
Forklifts zipped all over the yard.
Many of the newly promoted leaders were strutting about proudly, hands on their hips, wearing big watches, and smoking cigarettes as they directed the placement of equipment.
Song Yan shook her head.
She became even more determined to bring their President Xiao Jun back. The place was such a mess.
"GROWL!" Her stomach rumbled.
Song Yan: ...