Rebirth: She is Ready for a Counterattack!-Chapter 332 - 331: A Candid Conversation Over Tea

Sitting in the shop at the depths of this quaint little alley, watching the people running frantically outside in the pouring rain, and touching the cup filled with fragrant, elegant flower tea at their side, Gu Xiaoqing and Guo Donghua couldn’t help but be amazed.

It was because of the place’s delicate elegance and the subtle charm that emanated from within, a tranquility that allowed one’s heart to settle.

Feng Qingyang smiled and took a sip of tea. His cup was clearly a pale green teacup carved with bamboo leaves, and the tea inside was a light green, exuding fragrance.

It was very different from the subtle rosy red of the tea in Gu Xiaoqing and Guo Donghua’s cups.

"Isn’t this place nice?"

Feng Qingyang looked at the girl opposite him. The window was of an open style, with classic partitioned carved windows that opened outwards, covered by a European-style awning, yet it didn’t affect this visual contrast at all.

It gave an indescribable sense of harmonious charm.

With a nod, it had to be admitted, this place was quiet, comfortable, and elegant.

"Very nice, I didn’t expect Mr. Feng’s taste to be so refined, capable of finding such a quiet place amidst the bustling city."

Gu Xiaoqing genuinely liked it; this place offered a peace for the soul.

Feng Qingyang waved his hand towards the direction of the kitchen, "The owner and chef here is a friend of mine, so I come here often."

The kitchen curtain lifted, and a chubby tall man walked out, carrying a white tray shaped like a lotus leaf, with a cheerful demeanor that felt quite celebratory.

He took a few steps to the front of the three and put down the tray in his hands, then sat next to Feng Qingyang, saying to Gu Xiaoqing and Guo Donghua, "This is our shop’s newly created specialty dish, please try it. Since you are friends of Feng Qingyang, you are also my friends. Don’t be shy, if you have any preferences, let me know and I can customize it for you."

Feng Qingyang glanced sideways, "You’re prioritizing beauty over friendship, huh."

Le Fu chuckled, "Do you need me to serve you? I’ve known your taste for eight hundred years, just those few bites, of course, the two young ladies you brought are the ones I should serve, and they are the honored guests. Considering it’s the first time you brought girls here, I’ll treat today."

It was apparent that Le Fu and Feng Qingyang were familiar friends of many years; you wouldn’t speak in such a familiar tone without years of friendship.

Feng Qingyang chuckled, and the charming man’s smile was like a breeze in spring.

Gu Xiaoqing couldn’t help but smile, today’s Feng Qingyang was different from last night’s Feng Qingyang; last night came with an air of authority and the majesty of a leader surveying the crowd, with a dominance that commanded respect without anger.

Today, there was the likeness of a sunny and easygoing boy-next-door, with a subtle elegance and nobility that sparked aspiration.

Two starkly different feelings, yet they didn’t feel out of place at all.

Guo Donghua almost stared in awe.

Le Fu looked at Gu Xiaoqing and Guo Donghua and asked, "What flavors do you like? I’ll whip up something for you today as the owner and head chef."

Gu Xiaoqing replied with a smile, "I’m not picky, I like sour and spicy flavors. My friend likes sweets."

Le Fu immediately went off.

Before long, a waiter brought a bottle of red wine, with three glasses.

Each of them had a glass poured.

Gu Xiaoqing shook her glass of red wine, watching the red liquid swaying inside, while Guo Donghua couldn’t help but stare at the dishes on the tray.

The appetizer was a fruit-shaped salad, with presumably special seasonings, tasting a mix of fruity aroma and dressing, creating an indescribable flavor.

"How did you meet Fang Shaohan?"

Feng Qingyang’s almond-shaped eyes were filled with curiosity, and more perplexing layers.

Gu Xiaoqing briefly explained her connection with the Fang Family.

Feng Qingyang didn’t say anything, but Guo Donghua was shocked; she really didn’t know Gu Xiaoqing had such an experience.

Wei Ziyun’s past encounter was something they all knew a bit about, it was related to Gu Xiaoqing, and was Gu Xiaoqing using her wits for self-rescue.

But this human trafficker incident from her childhood, it was the first time Guo Donghua heard of it.

Looking at Gu Xiaoqing, her gaze involuntarily carried some admiration.

Indeed, her friend and partner, just the courage was extraordinary.

At twelve years old, she courageously fought against human traffickers, Guo Donghua thought of herself at twelve, a carefree child in a playful floral dress.

People cannot be compared.

This meal was exceptionally pleasant, Feng Qingyang was very conversational and skilled in attending to girls’ moods; every topic seemed to find a response with him, and he could articulate them well.

Gu Xiaoqing wasn’t good at conversation, most of the time it was Guo Donghua and Feng Qingyang engaged in lively discussion, while she played the role of a foodie quietly indulging in the dishes.

However, Gu Xiaoqing had to admit, the food here, and Le Fu’s culinary skills, were remarkably unique; likely the reason Le Fu opened a private kitchen, a showcase of culinary arts, indicating Le Fu’s expertise in crafting and innovating dishes, blending clear and spicy flavors, a fusion of Southern and Northern cuisines.

Flavor-wise, consideration was made for everyone’s tastes, resulting in a lingering experience, unconsciously having eaten quite a bit.

Gu Xiaoqing greatly admired Le Fu’s craft; such a hidden master in cooking within an inconspicuous alley is admirable.

What puzzled Gu Xiaoqing was Feng Qingyang’s demeanor; if it was a friend’s request, Feng Qingyang didn’t seem necessary to spend effort to accompany them, lacking the relationship and necessity.

They were practically strangers, even as friends, it wasn’t needed to be so attentive.

To have the president of Feng Group accompany two insignificant people to eat, drink, and chat, Gu Xiaoqing felt she didn’t have such influence.

Then most likely, there was a deep connection between Feng Qingyang and Fang Shaohan or Han Xiao, which led to this kind of hospitality.

However, Gu Xiaoqing believed there was more to it.

At least Feng Qingyang seemed to always inadvertently gaze at her with an unfathomable intent, making Gu Xiaoqing a bit uneasy.

Being watched by such a handsome and charming man wasn’t unbearable, but what Gu Xiaoqing couldn’t accept was Feng Qingyang’s gaze was clearly with ulterior motives.

As if she was an exhibit, filled with curiosity for exploration, this feeling was not pleasant.