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Chapter 25 What's the point of pretending when you're eating a shared meal?

Song You sat sideways on the back of the bumpy electric scooter, holding a heavy snakeskin bag in his arms, feeling like a local specialty product about to be sold.

He pondered Tian Wenwu's warning and began to have some guesses.

If a grown man specifically tells someone not to hug his waist, then another man must have done it before, and with considerable force.

Song You moved back a little, maintaining a safe social distance from Tian Wenwu.

The electric scooter weaved through traffic; Tian Wenwu's driving skills were indeed impressive, though they were a bit too much for the eyes of those nearby.

"That office building ahead, we've arrived!" Tian Wenwu slammed on the brakes, and the car came to a smooth stop in front of a high-end-looking glass curtain wall building.

He had just put his feet down when his face suddenly turned pale, and he instinctively clutched his stomach.

"Ouch, no, no." Cold sweat instantly broke out on Tian Wenwu's forehead. He slid off the car and squatted on the ground. "Brother You, help your brother up."

"What's wrong?" Song You quickly jumped out of the car and helped him up.

"I was racing with you, and the wind got into my jacket. I think my stomach got cold." Tian Wenwu grimaced in pain. "This order... this order is going to be overdue in three minutes. Can you take it up to the 18th floor, Ms. Wen Qingyan?"

If an order is late, not only will you have worked for nothing, but you'll also have to pay extra.

Seeing his pained expression, Song You said without hesitation, "Okay, I'll go."

He took the takeout bag from Tian Wenwu.

We've arranged the meal together.

Are we having a shared meal in this office building?

Song You looked at his casual clothes covered in mud, then at the security guard standing at the building entrance.

"Take off those clothes." He pointed to the yellow windbreaker Tian Wenwu was wearing.

Tian Wenwu was stunned for a moment, then realized what was happening. He endured the cramping pain in his stomach and quickly took off his coat.

Song You put on the yellow battle robe printed with kangaroos. It was a little small and fit him tightly, clearly outlining the contours of his well-trained physique.

"You wait here, I'll be right back."

He carried the takeout and strode into the office building.

The receptionist glanced at him and pointed to the designated takeout waiting area.

Song You didn't go over; he simply gave his name and floor number.

Song You winked at the receptionist: "Sister, this order is marked as needing to be delivered upstairs, and it's almost time."

The receptionist blushed, hesitated for a moment, but still swiped the card and let him into the elevator.

The 18th floor houses a law firm.

The corridor was so quiet you could hear your own heartbeat. Men and women in formal attire hurried by, and each person's face seemed to tell the same story.

"I'm busy, don't bother me."

"They really are all oxen and horses that make a lot of money," Song You thought to himself, then found the house number and knocked on the door.

The door was quickly opened, and a woman wearing a black women's suit with her hair neatly styled appeared in the doorway.

She was tall and thin, with delicate makeup on her face, but it still couldn't hide the dark circles under her eyes.

"Takeout?" Her voice was cold and detached, with a habitual scrutiny. Her gaze swept over Song You before settling on the takeout bag in his hand, and she glanced at her watch.

"Lunch for Ms. Wen Qingyan." Song You handed over the bag.

The woman took the bag and was about to close the door when she paused.

She looked up, smelled a scent, and re-examined the deliveryman in front of her.

It has a faint, fresh scent, like fresh grass.

"Thank you," Wen Qingyan said, her voice softening slightly.

"You're welcome, eat it while it's hot." Song You nodded and turned to leave.

Even a simple meal can be so classy.

Wen Qingyan watched his decisive back until he disappeared at the end of the corridor before closing the door.

She returned to her private office and placed the takeout on the table. The table was piled high with thick files, and the computer screen was still displaying dense legal texts.

She pressed her throbbing temples, and a wave of irritation washed over her again.

She recently took on a big case and has been working overtime for more than half a month, getting less than four hours of sleep a day and relying entirely on coffee to keep going.

She didn't have much of an appetite and rarely ordered takeout, so she just randomly selected a recommended set meal on the platform.

It's just a regular set meal, with two meat dishes and one vegetable dish.

She picked up her chopsticks and mechanically shoveled food into her mouth, finding it tasteless.

The scent of the grass from earlier kept flashing through my mind.

Wen Qingyan stopped what she was doing, put down her chopsticks, stared blankly at the files on the table for a while, and finally picked up her phone and opened Douyin.

Once this is over, I need to find a quiet place to relax.

......

When Song You returned downstairs, Tian Wenwu had recovered and was squatting by the roadside drinking hot water.

"Thanks, Brother You." Tian Wenwu said with a grateful expression.

"It's no big deal." Song You handed his coat back to him. "Let's go. Weren't you going to take me to the convention center?"

"I've got another good review now, let's go!"

The two hit the road again, and this time Tian Wenwu drove much more steadily.

A few minutes later, a magnificent building appeared before us, with a huge crowd at the entrance, colorful flags waving, and the words "Hunan Cuisine Culture Exchange Conference" standing out prominently.

The two parked the car, and Song You, carrying his snakeskin bag, followed Tian Wenwu into the crowd.

The venue was bustling with activity, filled with the irresistible aroma of various foods. One booth after another was set up, and behind each booth, a chef was demonstrating his culinary skills.

The oil sizzled in the pan, steam rose from the steamer, and knives gleamed on the cutting board.

"Wow, this is amazing!" Tian Wenwu was like Grandma Liu visiting the Grand View Garden, finding everything novel and fascinating.

Song Youze appeared much calmer. He casually glanced around, his gaze eventually settling on a booth that was completely surrounded by a crowd.

Behind the booth, a young chef dressed in a white chef's uniform was demonstrating his knife skills.

A white radish sat before him, and the cleaver in his hand moved so fast that only a blur remained.

"Swish swish swish—"

The crisp sound of slicing filled the air, and the onlookers occasionally gasped in surprise.

In less than a minute, he sliced ​​the entire white radish into paper-thin slices and arranged them neatly.

"good!"

A burst of enthusiastic applause erupted from the crowd.

"That's fast! How many years have you been single?" Tian Wenwu was stunned and couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

Song You looked at the radish slices, but shook his head inwardly.

"His proficiency is too poor," he muttered to himself.

Song You had a good eye. This person was fast, but upon closer inspection, the thickness of the radish slices was uneven, and the edges were somewhat rough.

In the eyes of true experts, this is a sign of a lack of solid basic skills.

Of course, it's only because I now possess [Divine Skills] that I can say this without fear of being proven wrong.

The thought had barely crossed his mind when a disdainful voice came from the side.

"This is nothing compared to what professional masters have to offer!"

"Exactly! Last year, someone cut tofu strips blindfolded and could thread a needle right through them—that was truly amazing!"

"Young people are just impetuous."

Song You looked in the direction of the voice and saw two middle-aged men dressed in chef's uniforms.

It seems there are knowledgeable people among the masses.

The young chef on stage had obviously heard the discussion, and his smugness faded a bit, but he still forced himself to maintain the composure, picked up a piece of pork tenderloin next to him, and prepared to demonstrate his next skill - slicing meat into strips.

Just then, someone in the crowd suddenly shouted.

"Isn't that Li Zhe, Master Wang Tong's assistant?"