McCollum's laughter grew more pronounced. And the company's legal counsel is full of praise.
In the face of these compliments, Jiang Qianfan was always at peace. He listened with grace and culture, but he did not show any overly happy expression. It was as if the compliments from the guests were completely within his expectations.
McCollum looked at his partner who had been sitting quietly beside him: "Mr. Song, what do you think of today's food?"
The black-haired man, who had been smiling all the time, looked at Jiang Qianfan with playful eyes, and spoke slowly.
"A great piece indeed. The fruity aroma reduces the greasiness of the pork chops, the cumin adds flavor to the pork chops, and the special hollandaise sauce enhances the texture of the pork chops. As expected of a chef who has won three Michelin stars."
Very mellow American pronunciation, slightly lazy sound quality, listening to the ear, people inexplicably forget to think.
"Thank you." Jiang Qianfan replied.
McCollum introduced enthusiastically: "This is our new shareholder of snr, Mr. Song Yiran. He came to New York from China. Although he is young, he has unique insights and quick thinking, which should not be underestimated."
"Hello, Mr. Song." Jiang Qianfan turned to Song Yiran and nodded restrainedly and politely.
Unexpectedly, Song Yiran stood up and leaned towards Jiang Qianfan with his pockets in his pockets: "Although you look cold, you have an unforgettable face. Girls should be attracted to you easily. It's cold, the more they want to get close to you and get to know you."
Song Yiran said these words in Chinese.
Apart from Jiang Qianfan, no one else could understand.
"I'm sorry, I don't know what other people think." Jiang Qianfan also replied calmly in Chinese.
Song Yiran turned his face to the side, his eyes flicking over Jiang Qianfan's eyebrows with a sense of oppression: "So what about Kosung?"
"Mr. Song, what do you want to say?"
Elise on the side looked at the two suspiciously, she could feel the confrontation between Jiang Qianfan and Song Yiran, although the confrontation seemed inexplicable.
"I just wanted to say, if you're going to teach her, focus on teaching her well."
When Song Yiran straightened up, he regained his sly smile.
"What were you talking about?" McCollum asked curiously.
"I just don't think I would have imagined that a Chinese could achieve such an achievement in a place where European and American chefs dominate." Song Yiran replied in fluent English.
Such a sincere expression convinced everyone.
Elise took Jiang Qianfan and said goodbye to Mr. McCollum at the door of the restaurant.
When she lowered her head, she found that Jiang Qianfan's fingers were holding the blind stick very hard.
"Elise, did you see that Mr. Song just now?"
"Yes. What's wrong?" Elise was curious.
As a head chef, it is normal for Jiang Qianfan to come out to meet some guests who are very fond of his dishes. He rarely said superfluous words, and he was never interested in what the guests were like.
But today, after that Mr. Song said the Chinese paragraph to Jiang Qianfan, even though Jiang Qianfan's expression didn't change, Elise could faintly sense his emotional fluctuations.
"Describe him for me."
"Describe him..." Elise thought for a while, wondering what Jiang Qianfan wanted to know about Mr. Song, so she could only start with her appearance, "Except for you, I rarely see Ya who is so attractive in appearance. Men of American descent."
"You mean he looks good."
"Yes, and it's not ostentatious. When we met McCollum, he had been sitting quietly, not eager to express their views on food like other rich Chinese."
"What about the rest? Tell me everything you can see."
"He has short black hair, three-dimensional features, and beautiful eyes. Judging from the way he eats, he should not come from a family that got rich overnight. He is very self-contained. He is slender and about the same height as you. It should be the type who often goes to the gym to work out. The clothes are very tasteful... "
Elise didn't know what to say anymore.
Jiang Qianfan remained silent. This kind of silence makes people feel inexplicably like a volcano covered by frost, and the ground may shake at any time.
"Why did you suddenly ask Mr. Song?"
"It's nothing." Jiang Qianfan turned around and walked towards the back kitchen.
He stood at the door and said coldly, "Lin Kesong, let's go."
Lin Kesong was stunned, "But I haven't finished cutting the steak..."
"The same thing, don't make me say it a second time."
Jiang Qianfan's voice was cold, extremely cold.
Lin Kesong didn't know what happened, but she knew that something must have angered Jiang Qianfan.
"Yes, Mr. Jiang!"
Lin Kesong had no choice but to return the uncut steak to Pepper, washed his hands, and came to Jiang Qianfan.
Elise also looked at them strangely.
Lin Kesong followed Jiang Qianfan into the car. Mel was not in the car. No one read industry news to Jiang Qianfan. The whole car was so dull that Lin Kesong felt uncomfortable.
Not to mention Jiang Qianfan on the side, completely low pressure.
Lin Ke Song wanted to ask the other party what happened. But her instinct told her that she had better keep silent.
Fortunately, Nina left a sandwich for her, otherwise she would really be starving.
As soon as he returned to his room, Lin Kesong fell into the quilt and fell asleep.
Jiang Qianfan, on the other hand, sat on the soft chair on the terrace, motionless, not knowing what he was thinking.
Until Mel came to him.
"Sir. You don't seem to be in a good mood. Miss Elise said you didn't even use your lunch and left the restaurant."
"Where's Lin Kesong?" Jiang Qianfan said coldly.
"Miss Lin? After she ate a sandwich, she went back to the room. I didn't hear anything, I guess she was taking a nap."
"Get her up and go to the kitchen."
"Sir, are you trying to teach her something? You two didn't seem to have slept yesterday, so let's take a good rest now."
"She doesn't have much time left to compete."
"Sir..." Mel sighed helplessly.
"I heard you sigh."
"Because now you are not like you."
"Then what if it was me?" Jiang Qianfan asked coldly.
"Analyze calmly what is affecting your mood. Find the problem and fix it. Instead of making yourself unhappy, it's better to clear all obstacles." Mel's voice was very calm, "Sir, I also need to put Lin Is the lady calling?"
"Need not."
Mel took two steps back, Jiang Qianfan's figure was still cold.
Lin Kesong slept directly until dinner time. If Nina hadn't knocked on her door to bring her food, she wondered if she would have seen the sun tomorrow when she opened her eyes.
After taking the dinner plate, Lin Kesong suddenly thought of something: "Excuse me, where is Mr. Jiang? Did he have dinner?"
"Mr. Jiang has already had dinner. He asked me to inform you that he will fly to Washington with him tomorrow morning."
"What are you going to do in Washington?"
"To attend the birthday party of Mr. Jiang's teacher, Master Chef Montgomery."
Nina turned around and left.
To see Jiang Qianfan's teacher? Is that her grandfather
Jiang Qianfan's cooking skills are so good, isn't that Montgomery a god
What should she say when she sees Montgomery
She didn't even prepare any birthday present, so she went to see Jiang Qianfan's teacher with nothing, really no problem
She quickly came to Jiang Qianfan's door, knocked on the door, and heard the other side's cold voice.
"Come in."
At this time, Jiang Qianfan was sitting on the sofa, his eyebrows were very handsome, and the white shirt brought out his restrained temperament.
Lin Kesong was inexplicably nervous.
"That... to Washington tomorrow... I don't know what Mr. Montgomery's party is like? Will it be formal?"
"He's a boyish guy, so his party can't be formal."
This was the first time Lin Kesong heard Jiang Qianfan use "childish" to describe someone. So she doesn't have to wear a formal evening dress
Great, after all, she has no chest and no waist, so she is not suitable for evening dress at all!
Just in time, Mel walked in with a document and sent it to Jiang Qianfan to sign. When he saw Lin Kesong, he smiled and said, "Miss Lin, you are going to Washington with Mr. Jiang tomorrow, are you happy?"
"Of course I'm happy! I haven't been to Washington yet!" Lin Kesong looked excited.
"Remember to call your family and tell your boyfriend! Otherwise, he will be worried if he can't find you." Mel said with a wink.
Jiang Qianfan took the document, and Mel moved the pen tip to the signature position for him, but his fingers didn't move.
"Hehe, I don't have a boyfriend, just tell my uncle." Lin Kesong shrugged and smiled.
"No, no one eats such a cute little bread?" Mel showed a regretful expression.
Lin Kesong smiled embarrassedly: "Mr. Mel, you are the first person to call me cute!"
When Mel lowered his head again, he found that Jiang Qianfan had already signed his name.
Mr. Mel left with the documents. Lin Ke Song thought about it, but asked uncertainly, "What about the birthday present? Don't I have to prepare it?"
"No, I'm ready."
Lin Kesong thought that with Jiang Qianfan's thoughtfulness, he really didn't have to worry about anything.
"Good night then, Mr. Jiang."
Just as Lin Kesong was about to turn around, Jiang Qianfan spoke again: "You once told me that ice-sugar haws taste like secret love, right?"
"Ah... Yes." Lin Kesong wondered why Jiang Qianfan would suddenly ask her this.
"So you also had a crush on someone."
Jiang Qianfan's expression was like the pines and cypresses on the cliffs of the extremely cold place, bearing the wind and snow, appearing indifferent.
He was a little uncomfortable discussing the topic of secret love with Lin Kesong in such a tone.
"Crush love or something, isn't it normal?"
How many girls have never had a crush on the same table, school girl or male god
"You still have a crush on him now?"
Lin Kesong lowered his head and fell silent.
She has a crush on Song Yiran. She has never mentioned this to anyone that has lasted for ten years.
She didn't dare to tell anyone. Because the people around her have something to do with Song Yiran, classmates, friends, they are all in the same circle. She also understands a truth, that is, she must never tell another woman her secret, as long as she tells it, it is no longer a secret.
But Jiang Qianfan was different.
Not because he's a man, but because he's definitely a tight-lipped guy.
"Yeah, I still have a crush on him, but he only regards me as a friend."
The helplessness and melancholy in his heart were like a mist lingering from the lake, and the moment he touched Jiang Qianfan's eyes, it quickly dissipated.
Lin Kesong looked at Jiang Qianfan. When she told him the secret in her heart, she realized that this cold man was not as far away as she thought.
"Is he also in this city?"
Although he didn't understand why Jiang Qianfan suddenly cared about himself, especially the delicate emotional world, Lin Kesong was inexplicably relieved.
"He's here."
"Did you come to New York for him?" Jiang Qianfan asked again.
She had thought about this question for a long time. In her heart, women should be independent and have their own judgment in their own lives. She had always had a hard time understanding a woman who followed a man to a place she was completely unfamiliar with. But when Jiang Qianfan asked, she felt as if she had become that kind of "incomprehensible woman" again.
"Part of the reason. Because after liking someone for a long time, it's like a spiritual opium. Unless he makes me desperate, it's not so easy to quit."
Lin Ke Song did not choose to lie to cover up. Because Jiang Qianfan would definitely hear it.
In Lin Kesong's heart, he is a strong man in life. From losing sight to losing everything, to returning from the counterattack, fame and fortune. As if nothing could derail his life, his fate was always in his own hands.
In front of such a person, you don't have to feel ashamed to show your weakest appearance.
"He must be a perfect man, otherwise you wouldn't have a crush on him all the time."
Lin Kesong looked at Jiang Qianfan with incredible eyes. He said that it was because Song Yiran was perfect that she had a crush on him. Such a logical inference was Jiang Qianfan's trust in her. He didn't think he liked a guy who was just pretending. This kind of affirmation can only be understood by those who understand Jiang Qianfan's thinking logic.
"You said, nothing is perfect." Lin Kesong's eyes became sour, "He has a lot of shortcomings except that he has a good skin and is loyal to me and never cared about the gap between our rich and poor. He has a lot of shortcomings. Burning money indiscriminately, he has no brains, he is lazy, he is diligent."
But Lin Kesong knew that under this thin shell, there was another world in Song Yiran's heart that she had not had the chance to discover. She has been patiently waiting for the day when she will truly be a part of his world.
Jiang Qianfan stretched out his hand to her, she was not sure what the other party meant, and lightly held his fingertips.
When he retracted his fingers and held her, she had the illusion that she was being held in the palm of her hand. As if being dragged, she walked into her step by step. When she woke up, she found that she had come to Jiang Qianfan's side.
He raised his other hand, covered her face, moved up slowly, came to her forehead, covered her eyes, and pushed gently.
"fool."
With a cold but soft voice that could not be heard, Lin Kesong found that his eyes were about to get wet.
Jiang Qianfan's palm was very warm, so warm that Lin Kesong didn't want him to let go.
When she left Jiang Qianfan's room, she remembered how she forgot to ask the other party why she suddenly talked about the topic of "secret love". Is it because of Bingtang Hulu
A light flashed by the window, Lin Kesong poked his head to look over, and saw an unfamiliar car driving in.
A middle-aged man in a suit and rimless glasses came out of the car, looking very gentle and well-mannered.
What Lin Kesong didn't expect was that Mel stood outside the door to greet him in person.
The man raised his head and saw Lin Kesong on the windowsill, showing a warm smile.
His eyes were deep, as if piercing through everything.
Lin Ke Song politely nodded to the other party.
Who is that man? Except for Mel and Nina, Lin Ke Song hardly saw anyone else entering the villa.
Dr. Xie was already very familiar with this villa. He didn't need anyone's guidance to find Jiang Qianfan's room.
He knocked on the door lightly, and when he heard a "please come in" from there, Doctor Xie opened the door with a smile.
Jiang Qianfan turned his back to him and leaned against the edge of the terrace. The moonlight fell on his shoulders, and the lightly swaying glass in his hand reflected a ray of starlight.
"In such a good mood, I even drank red wine."
"It seems that today is not the day we meet."
"Well... I was told that you are not in a good mood, and that you are going to Washington tomorrow, so the conversation this weekend will definitely be canceled." Doctor Xie came to him, propped his chin, and looked at him indifferently.
"You're speculating about why I'm in a bad mood."
"I saw 'Little Bread'." Doctor Xie did not directly answer Jiang Qianfan's words.
Jiang Qianfan frowned slightly.
"You don't like me calling her 'Little Bread', and you prefer me to call her Miss Lin or Lin Kesong, right?"
"What you call her is your business."
"If I call her 'Miss Lin' or 'Lin Ke Song', it means that there is a certain distance between me and her, and I must treat her with the most basic social etiquette. But 'Little Bread' is different. It's a very intimate name, which in a sense expresses my affection for her. If she responds to me when I call her 'Little Bread', it means that she also admits me and her A more intimate relationship. It makes you very uncomfortable."
Jiang Qianfan remained motionless.
"Actually, my suggestion is that you can call her 'Bread' once in a while and see if she responds to you like Mel. It's the beginning of a relationship."
"Why would I do that?"
"I thought you wished you could be closer to her. Qianfan, you have always been very clear about what you want and how to get it."
"I like her."
The cold voice permeated the slight intoxication of the red wine, layer upon layer, and lingered for a long time.
Doctor Xie lowered his head and smiled.
"She told me she had a crush on a man. But today, the man warned me 'If you're going to teach her, focus on teaching her well'."
"Oh, interesting. Then you're going to tell her that the man she has a crush on is protesting against you?"
"Why should I tell her? I've never been a generous person."
The smile on Dr. Xie's lips grew even bigger: "It's called jealousy. I'm glad to have been your psychological counselor for eight years, and it's finally a little human."
"I want you to help me investigate a person. His name is Song Yiran, and he is one of snr's new shareholders."
"Aren't you kidding me? For such a thing, you didn't ask Mel to help you investigate, but you found me?" Doctor Xie showed an incomprehensible expression.
"Because you are my psychological counselor, according to the principle of confidentiality between doctors and patients, you can't disclose everything I say to you to a third person."
"But investigating Song Yiran, does it have anything to do with the hospital's confidentiality principle?"
"For my mental health." Jiang Qianfan shook the glass gently.
Dr. Xie rubbed the corners of his eyes: "Why don't you just say that you want to know yourself, know your enemy, and be safe in a hundred battles?"
"Your purpose for today has been achieved, you can leave."
Dr. Xie looked at his watch: "It's still forty-six minutes away, don't you mind if I drink a glass of red wine before leaving?"
Probably because he slept for too long in the afternoon, Lin Kesong didn't feel sleepy at all. She decided to go to the kitchen and try to make an apple pie according to the basic recipe.
As soon as I opened the door, I saw the man wearing rimless glasses walking by with a smile.
When he saw Lin Kesong, he stopped and stretched out his hand to her: "Hello, I'm Xie Jingwen, Jiang Qianfan's psychological counselor. Are you Bread?"
Lin Kesong was stunned for a while, and shook hands with the other party: "Hello, Mr. Xie, I'm Lin Kesong..."
"I prefer others to call me Doctor Xie."
"So... you're a psychiatrist?"
Lin Kesong's eyes widened, no wonder this Doctor Xie looked gentle and gentle.
Wait... Jiang Qianfan is seeing a psychiatrist
He really has a mental problem! And to the point of seeing a doctor, it must be clearly ill!
There's no such thing as a dual personality!
Just like the Jiang Qianfan who asked himself about his secret love today, he is definitely not a normal Jiang Qianfan!
"What are you thinking? Do you think that as long as you see a psychiatrist, you have a mental problem?"
Dr. Xie's laughter was very pleasant, which made Lin Kesong relax inexplicably.
"Isn't that so?"
"Many times, consulting or talking to a psychiatrist is just to adjust one's mood and avoid mental illness. Prevention is more important than treatment. So in your heart, does Jiang Qianfan seem to be a person with mental illness?"
Lin Kesong thought for a while, it should be easy to see through saying something against her heart in front of a psychiatrist, so she nodded.
Dr. Xie had expected Lin Kesong's thoughts long ago, but he leaned down slightly and asked in a low voice, "Then what kind of mental illness do you think he has? Let's see if our two views agree?"