The porridge tasted really good, and Xiang Xiaochuang felt like his tongue was about to be swallowed. It turns out that the so-called "you get what you pay for" is somewhat true.
After finishing the bowl of hot porridge, Xiang Xiaochuang licked his lips, as if he still had something to say. Du Jiawen smiled, called the waiter, and ordered another bird's nest porridge.
"It's too expensive...that..." Xiang Xiaochuang objected in a low voice, not embarrassed to look at the young waiter.
Du Jiawen smiled and said: "You have a bad stomach, drinking a bowl of bird's nest porridge is somewhat beneficial. If you like it, we will come again next time."
"You're still here!" Xiang Xiaochuang stuck out his tongue, glanced around carefully, and then continued, "Here... you don't need to see blood to kill people... How about I drink a bowl of preserved egg porridge? What a taste.
Not bad."
Du Jiawen's smile deepened: "Of course, the base material is carefully used, it should be a soup made from abalone and shark fin."
Xiang Xiaochuang said "Ah" and did not dare to say anything more. He felt a little uneasy. It seemed that the bowl of porridge was not cheap.
"If you like it, we'll eat it again tomorrow." Du Jiawen suddenly felt that it felt good to pamper a woman like this. As he said that, he smiled.
"Are you coming again?" Xiang Xiaochuang looked at the porridge brought by the waiter guiltily, "It's so expensive, why not cook it at home. Although it tastes really good, the price is too disproportionate. Otherwise... these two bowls of porridge
, enough to support two children through Hope Primary School.”
Du Jiawen looked at her serious eyes, and something in his heart softened.
Apart from advertising sponsorships, he had never thought that there were people doing charity just out of kindness. When Xiang Xiaochuang stood in front of him, he discovered that he also had an emotion called "touching"
.
"So, you remit most of your monthly income to the orphanage to pay for Xiaoling's surgery?" He asked gently, without any negative emotions for the first time.
Mentioning Xiaoling's name, Xiang Xiaochuang bit his lip and asked hesitantly: "Xiaoling...you promised me...when can her surgery be performed?"
When this deal was mentioned, Du Jiawen returned to his true nature as a businessman. He leaned back in his chair and said slowly: "Well, it depends on your performance. This is just our exchange condition, isn't it?"
Xiang Xiaochuang was so angry that his hands shook and he almost spilled a spoonful of porridge. He hurriedly collected himself and then straightened his expression: "I am already yours... aren't I? So, you should fulfill your promise and serve the little girl."
Ling..."
Du Jiawen lowered his head and drank his porridge: "As long as you can recognize your identity, I will arrange Xiaoling's surgery as soon as possible. Her latest dialysis was not in good condition, and the kidney source has not found a perfect match yet. I have already received a transplant.
I'm looking for you, and as soon as I find you, I'll arrange a doctor, don't worry."
Xiang Xiaochuang breathed a sigh of relief and immediately smiled like a flower: "Thank you, Mr. Du."
"Huh?" Du Jiawen drawled, and the displeasure in his eyes made Xiang Xiaochuang confused. He didn't know where he had offended him.
"Mr. Du... it was a stranger who called me. You and I... have more than that relationship, right?" He blinked ambiguously, and as he wished, he saw her face turn red like a burning cloud.
Even though they were sitting across the table, the atmosphere at this time was gradually becoming so dense that Xiang Xiaochuang was at a loss.