Abnormal Gourmet Chronicle-Chapter 1116 - 539: Zhou Hu’s Longing

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Ouyang watched Zhou Hu getting sick after just one roller coaster ride and immediately felt refreshed. His head was no longer dizzy, and he wasn't feeling emo anymore. He didn't want to ride the roller coaster again; he just wanted to play something else and maybe grab a couple of chips from Qin Luo's snack bag.

Ouyang handed the chips to Qin Huai, gesturing for his good buddy to eat while watching, and casually asked, "Qin Huai, how come you and Planner Zhou went to the pastry shop without inviting me? I heard from Sister Hong that she's planning Mr. Luo's funeral. I actually wanted to ask you right at the amusement park entrance earlier, how come Mr. Luo's funeral planner is also at the amusement park, did you give him a ticket too?"

"I was just talking business with him." Qin Huai replied succinctly.

Ouyang suddenly understood: "Talking about Mr. Luo's funeral planning, right? I heard the plan still hasn't been finalized. It's understandable, you have no idea. Back when we were at the neighborhood committee, every time we wrote something related to Mr. Luo, the drafts and photos would be sent back dozens of times for edits."

"No." Qin Huai shook his head, "We were discussing snack sales. Planner Zhou wants to order a large batch of snacks from Yunzhong Restaurant."

Ouyang's eyes lit up: "Yunzhong Restaurant can handle large snack orders? You made them, Qin Huai? Wow, I know you've been in a good mood lately, but I didn't expect you to be this happy!"

"Can you squeeze in my order too? To tell the truth, I've been a bit reluctant to run the lemon tea shop lately. I want to hand the shop to my parents and have them find someone to manage it, but I'm afraid they'll hang me up and beat me."

"You have no idea how thrilling it was last time I went home, thank goodness I've been keeping fit and react quickly lately. My mom's slap is faster than my snacks."

"I've got loads of relatives, definitely a large order!"

Qin Huai tossed Ouyang a look saying, "You must have ridden the roller coaster four times and scrambled your brains, dreaming, buddy?" and said, "Don't even think about it."

"I've noticed Planner Zhou has been very dedicated to Mr. Luo's funeral planning lately, running here and there. He even went out of town specifically to find an opera troupe. He's redone the plan more than ten times after it was rejected, working diligently. It's hard to find such a dedicated funeral planner."

"I've seen Planner Zhou in the restaurant, and I know he likes my snacks. So I found an excuse to offer him something special and sell a bit more."

Qin Huai intentionally raised his voice while saying the last two lines, making sure every word reached Zhou Hu, who was hugging a trash can and vomiting.

Zhou Hu was momentarily moved, but also felt a bit foolish for himself today.

He had actually heard many rumors about Qin Huai. When Xu Tuqiang asked for a Lucky Charm, he had to state his requests, and while doing so, he would wildly praise Qin Huai.

Being skillful, having good character, warm and thoughtful, dedicated to work, always willing to do someone a favor, falling in love with every snack, the only downside is being unwilling to stay in Shan City properly and often running out, going back home during the New Year and staying for half a month.

Of course, Xu Tuqiang, a loyal disciple of Master Qin, would never spread negative critiques, like Qin Huai's supposed mental instability or delusions, to outsiders.

That was something Zhou Hu realized himself today.

Zhou Hu suddenly understood why Xu Tuqiang was so eager to get into the kitchen, willing to spend thousands on a Lucky Charm rather than directly asking Qin Huai.

Faced with such a highly skilled, warm-hearted, and meticulous Master Qin, who could bring themselves to ask?

Who wouldn't want to be the favored one whom Master Qin genuinely wants to cook something special for, that enviable connection?

Zhou Hu, hugging the trash can, began to ponder if he could scrape together some money from his precarious savings to order a batch of delicious, affordable snacks.

He couldn't let Master Qin down!

"Ugh."

Zhou Hu thought while vomiting.