Cheng Mo

"Mom, Dad, how do you feel?" Cheng Weiyang asked with a look of anticipation.

"You silly girl, it's not like this is some immortal tea, how could it..."

Seeing her like this, Mother Cheng couldn't help but laugh. However, before she could finish her sentence, she realized something was amiss.

She only felt a warm current sweep through her entire body. Not only did she instantly feel much more energetic, but all of her previous physical discomforts had completely vanished in that moment.

"The old injury on my foot, it doesn't seem to hurt anymore? It feels like my whole body has become much smoother."

"My chronic headaches have disappeared too. The back of my head had been throbbing for the past two days, but now I don't feel any pain at all, and it actually feels incredibly comfortable."

The two elders felt utterly amazed. They never dared to imagine that after drinking half a cup of tea, all the ailments in their bodies would seemingly vanish.

This was simply too unscientific.

"This is only temporary for now. If you want to recover completely, you need to drink it for at least seven days."

Qin Ning smiled faintly. "Furthermore, these tea leaves have quite a few other effects. Drinking it regularly can strengthen your constitution, making it almost impossible for you to get sick in the future, and it even has the effect of prolonging your life."

If Qin Ning had said these words just a moment ago, the two elders would have definitely treated him like a charlatan and kicked him right out the door.

But now, after personally experiencing the effects brought about by the tea, they actually didn't have the slightest bit of doubt.

"Everyone, have a cup too. You all must be quite tired today. Weiyang, please go brew some more."

As Qin Ning spoke, he took out some more tea leaves and handed them to her.

"Understood, Young Master Qin," Cheng Weiyang nodded.

Soon, Zhuo Zhikuan, who had gone out for groceries, returned carrying two large bags of ingredients. Naturally, these items were all purchased according to the text message Xia Fei had sent.

Mother Cheng took the groceries from his hands, smilingly greeted everyone, and then went into the kitchen.

Zhou Ping'an also followed her inside. "Auntie, let me help you. There are a few dishes I want to cook myself; Xiao Fei and Young Master Qin both love to eat them."

This single sentence of his startled Zhuo Zhikuan, who was standing to the side exhausted.

This was Zhou Ping'an, the young master of the Lanmeng Group and one of the few top-tier young masters in Liu City. He was actually going to cook personally, just to suit the tastes of the siblings, Qin Ning and Qin Fei?

Earlier, he felt that Zhou Ping'an, Xia Fei, and the others looked like Qin Ning's lackeys. Now it seemed his guess was absolutely correct!

Just what kind of immense power did this Young Master Qin possess?

"There's still a cup of tea here, drink it. Running around all day must have been tiring." Qin Ning glanced at Zhuo Zhikuan, who was standing to the side in a daze.

"Okay, thank you, Young Master Qin."

Zhuo Zhikuan felt extremely flattered. He picked up the teacup with both hands. The temperature was just right, and without overthinking it, he downed it in one gulp.

"This tea..."

Soon, he noticed something unusual. Not only did this tea taste exceptionally good, but it actually swept away all the fatigue throughout his entire body. Not only that.

He had been helping carry things up and down today, leaving his bones and muscles aching all over, but after downing a cup of tea, he was completely fine.

How was this possible?

Zhuo Zhikuan was shocked to the extreme in his heart.

He was considered a seasoned veteran who had struggled in the business world for many years. Naturally, he could figure out some things with a single guess. No wonder figures like Xia Fei and Zhou Ping'an shamelessly curried favor with him. This Young Master Qin was not simple at all!

Soon, the food was served.

Zhuo Zhikuan did not leave; instead, he sat down with them.

He was sitting on pins and needles, feeling extremely constrained.

The backgrounds of the people seated here were more terrifying than the last. He was considered one of the top wealthy men in Bin City, but now, he could only act like a junior, offering toasts one after another.

"Young Master Qin, a toast to you."

"Xiao Fei, I toast this cup to you."

"Young Master Xia..."

"Young Master Zhou..."

After a full round, Zhuo Zhikuan's face wasn't red, and he wasn't out of breath.

As the boss of Bin City's largest liquor company, he naturally had this bit of alcohol tolerance.

Moreover, because he had just drank Qin Ning's tea, the intoxication was constantly suppressed, making him feel even less affected.

Everyone chatted while they ate, and soon it was sunset.

"Young Master Qin, I'm sorry, my home is small and we really can't fit everyone. Let me take you to a hotel to rest," Cheng Weiyang said, an apologetic look on her face.

"It's fine." Qin Ning waved his hand dismissively.

Zhuo Zhikuan hurriedly added from the side, "Young Master Qin, when I went out to buy groceries earlier, I went to the hotel and reserved rooms for you in advance. It's not far from the county center. Let me take you there."

"Alright, sorry for the trouble then," Qin Ning nodded.

"No trouble at all, no trouble at all."

Zhuo Zhikuan was now full of energy. This was a figure that even Young Master Xia had to curry favor with. If he could just cling to a single hair on his leg, wouldn't his career take off?

Although the county town wasn't bustling, the central area was still quite decent.

Because they had been drinking and couldn't drive, Zhuo Zhikuan specifically called for a few cars. Soon, he brought everyone to the entrance of the best hotel in the county.

After checking in, the group returned to their respective rooms. Only then did Cheng Weiyang leave. After all, she hadn't been home for many years, so she naturally wanted to spend the night at home with her parents.

At nine o'clock in the evening, Qin Ning's phone rang. It was Qin Fei.

"Brother, Sister Weiyang said her brother is back and wants to invite us out for a meal. Do you want to go?" Qin Fei's voice came through the phone.

Qin Ning replied, "Then let's go."

"Okay, then we'll gather in the hotel lobby in ten minutes. I'll call Young Master Xia and the others too."

...

Ten minutes later, the group arrived in the lobby.

Zhuo Zhikuan was also there.

After all, he had rushed over from the city, so he naturally had to stay in a hotel while in the county town.

Moreover, for the next few days of Qin Ning and his group's itinerary in Bin City, he would certainly tag along shamelessly.

"Young Master Qin, the cars have been called and are waiting right outside," everyone gathered around when they saw Qin Ning coming downstairs.

"Alright, what about Weiyang? Do we need to go pick her up?" Qin Ning looked at Qin Fei.

"No need, Weiyang and her brother have already arrived at the restaurant in the county and are just waiting for us," Qin Fei said.

"Then let's go," Qin Ning nodded.

Soon, everyone got into the cars and headed straight for the best restaurant in the county.

Before long, three cars pulled up at the entrance of the restaurant.

As soon as Qin Ning and the others stepped out of the cars, they saw Cheng Weiyang and her brother Cheng Mo coming to greet them.

Cheng Mo looked only about two years older than Cheng Weiyang. He sported a buzz cut and had a very burly physique.

Today, Cheng Weiyang had mentioned that her brother worked in the city as a security guard, barely making ends meet with his salary.

This was mainly because he dropped out of school early and lacked education, making it hard to find a better job.

"President Zhuo?"

Upon seeing Zhuo Zhikuan in the crowd, Cheng Mo was visibly taken aback.

"You know me?" Zhuo Zhikuan was also stunned.

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