LRAB Chapter 26 Cake Blade
Chapter 26 Cake Blade
"This, how is this possible!"
As the son of a businessman, Zhao Menghua knew very well how terrifying it was to buy up all the stores in a city!
Whether directly owned or franchised, the acquisition funds accumulated from these stores of all sizes are an astronomical figure!
And what's the point?
Not all hot pot restaurants are profitable. Negative assets and hot potatoes are not uncommon in this industry. What is the point of buying something that will only lead to losses?
It's impossible that they had so much money they didn't know what to do with it, so they bought up all the hot pot restaurants just to disgust people!
How is that possible?
This is absurd!
Su An's series of actions, both in terms of financial resources and understanding, shattered Zhao Menghua's self-esteem. He felt as cold as ice and even somewhat desperate.
Zhao Menghua turned to look at Chen Wenwen's reaction, but Chen Wenwen didn't look at him. Instead, she stared at Su An's face with a hint of curiosity.
Even Su Xiaoqiang was the same; the little fairy raised her beautiful eyebrows, and her eyes also showed curiosity.
When a man's self-esteem is easily trampled on, Zhao Menghua racks his brains trying to say something harsh, but when he meets Su An's cold eyes, his mind goes blank, and he almost crashes.
"Return the money for the meal, and everyone here, get out of here."
Su An looked around at everyone at the table and pointed to the doorway, which no longer had a door:
"Get out of here!"
Zhao Menghua gritted his teeth, jealous and wanting to say something, but he had nothing to say. His face flushed red, he turned and left.
The two twins exchanged a glance and hurriedly followed Zhao Menghua.
Su Xiaoqiang chuckled, gave Su An and Lu Mingfei a thumbs up, and then followed without looking back.
Only Chen Wenwen was at a loss. She looked around like a deer and was about to leave when Su An called her back.
"etc."
Chen Wenwen turned around in surprise to look at Su An, whose lips parted slightly as if to speak.
Lu Mingfei sensed something was wrong. He had a feeling that he absolutely couldn't let Su An continue, otherwise many things would be completely distorted.
"Don't!"
He instinctively reached out his hand, wanting to cover Su An's mouth.
But Su An spoke faster, stepping closer to Chen Wenwen with a sharp and powerful gaze.
Why is it always Lu Mingfei who gets the short draw?
Why is he always the unlucky one?
Why didn't Lu Mingfei ask any questions even once?
Do you, this noble, pristine, kind-hearted so-called literary girl, have an answer?
'
Chen Wenwen's eyes dimmed, and she gently gripped the hem of her white dress with both hands.
"I...I didn't..."
Look me in the eyes!
Say it again!
Do you have the answer?
'
Su An's eyes almost shot out lightning; any lies and hiding were exposed, leaving only the ugly truth.
Overwhelmed with fear, Chen Wenwen could no longer suppress her terror, and her voice trembled with sobs.
"I, I always knew, but I did nothing. I am also a perpetrator."
After she finished speaking, her eyes finally filled with death. Chen Wenwen glanced at Lu Mingfei, then covered her face and ran away.
The clattering sound of little leather shoes gradually faded away. Su An suppressed the urge to look at Lu Mingfei's face and said softly:
"See, this woman already knew."
Before Lu Mingfei could respond, Su An pulled him to her side, sat him down in a chair, and gathered around the plates of sliced meat. Then she handed Lu Mingfei a pair of chopsticks.
Lu Mingfei began hesitantly, "I..."
Su An interrupted without hesitation, raising his finger: "Shh—"
The sounds of food bubbling into soup, splashing broth, and sizzling meat...
Su An tossed the butter, beef aorta, hanging tenderloin, bone marrow, and tripe into the pot one by one. The aroma of the steam filled the air. Su An then stuffed all the cooked food into Lu Mingfei's bowl.
No matter what it was, as long as it was freshly cooked, Su An threw it into Lu Mingfei's bowl.
Lu Mingfei's bowl was stuffed full, and he sat there at a loss, his chopsticks frozen in mid-air.
"Eat up, why aren't you eating?"
After a long pause, Lu Mingfei tentatively picked up a piece of food and put it in his mouth. After chewing, his eyes gradually turned red.
With red eyes, he picked up his chopsticks and shoved the meat from the bowl into his mouth, chewing very slowly, as if reluctant to swallow it all at once.
Su An patted Lu Mingfei on the back helplessly, then picked up the phone and said, "You can bring it in now."
"It's been brought in? What's been brought in?"
Lu Mingfei looked up, his words filled with disbelief. He had a vague idea of what was going on, but he wasn't sure he could believe it right away.
"Stop pretending! It's your birthday today!"
Do you think you can fool everyone by hiding alone in a deserted place and munching on potato chips?
"Bring the cake!"
After a lighthearted prelude, accompanied by the familiar "Happy Birthday" song, a huge cake was carried in by four people.
The cake is shaped like a round pagoda, with a candy-made Ultraman standing on top. Ultraman is silver and red, with his arms crossed as if to fire lasers.
Below Ultraman, the sides of the cake are decorated with the outlines of some monsters drawn with icing, as well as stars and suns adorned with sugar beads and cream. On the far side, there is a beautiful sunset drawn with strawberry jam.
Jam forms the silhouette of the setting sun, which in turn forms the words "Happy Birthday, Lu Mingfei".
Lu Mingfei stood there stunned, then his voice choked with sobs: "How did you know? I... I never told you my birthday..."
"You once said it, but you've forgotten it yourself."
The cake was covered with various vanilla and chocolates, and the sweet aroma and melody filled the private room.
Su An pushed Lu Mingfei out of the private room and handed him the cake knife.
Before Lu Mingfei could react, Su An megaphone-like announced in the public dining area, "Tonight, except for the team-building members of the Shilan Middle School Literature Club, everyone else's bill will be on the house."
Upon hearing this, the customers erupted in a huge cheer, extremely enthusiastic.
Su An continued shouting, this time raising his voice to drown out the cheers:
"Today is Lu Mingfei's birthday! Happy birthday everyone!"
Accompanied by a lighthearted melody, the customers sang the birthday song together. At first, some people sang off-key and some messed up the lyrics, but later everyone got into the swing of things, and the rough chorus gradually became gentle and heartwarming.
Happy birthday! Happy birthday! Happy birthday! Happy birthday!
The choir members, without any formal instruction, mastered the art of crescendo in music. Simple lyrics combined with a gradually increasing rhythm and volume produced a surprisingly melodious and ethereal sound, like the voices of fairies.
Lu Mingfei finally couldn't hold back any longer, curled up on the ground, and wailed loudly, still clutching the huge cake knife in his hands.