The Empress Dowager Goes to War! The Lin Family Restaurant is so frightened it immediate

Song Wan's elegant yet imposing figure had just disappeared around the corner of the solid wood staircase on the second floor.

In the spacious restaurant on the first floor, the suffocatingly low pressure eased slightly.

Jiang Ruoyun grabbed the remaining half slice of toast from the plate and stuffed it haphazardly into her mouth.

She deftly picked up the canvas bag hanging on the back of the chair and walked directly towards the entrance.

As she passed the head of the table, she didn't even spare a glance for her father, who was still sitting in his chair questioning his existence.

At this moment, Jiang Jianguo, the richest man in Beijing, was slumped in his leather seat like a deflated balloon.

His eyes were blankly fixed on the crystal chandelier on the ceiling.

He kept muttering nonsense like "pure coincidence" and "using trolls" as if he were possessed.

With a "bang," the door slammed shut.

Jiang Ruoyun changed into a pair of soft and comfortable sheepskin flats and walked briskly towards the garage.

Instead of driving those flashy supercars, she chose an ordinary white sedan that she usually uses for commuting.

The engine started, and the car smoothly drove out of the Jiang family mansion.

The cold autumn wind blew in through the half-open car window, scattering her somewhat messy long hair.

Along the street, a few withered yellow leaves were swirled up by the speed of the cars, landing on the windshields before being quickly carried away by the wind.

Jiang Ruoyun's heart was beating a little fast, and her hands gripping the steering wheel felt slightly warm.

She knows her mother, who is a visiting professor at a university, all too well.

Song Wan usually speaks softly and gently, but her eyes are as sharp as radar, and any pretense or hypocrisy cannot be hidden from her.

Lin Mo, with his laid-back, Buddhist-like attitude, spending his days in the alley, never in a hurry or indecisive.

Can you handle a powerful figure like your mom, who's a master of the Beijing social circle?

The white sedan drove smoothly all the way and slowly came to a stop at the entrance of an alley in the old city.

Jiang Ruoyun pushed open the car door, put on her flat shoes, and hurriedly walked into the depths of Nanluoguxiang.

At this moment, the courtyard was filled with a tranquility unique to the early morning.

Sunlight streamed through the mottled blue bricks and gray tiles, casting a slanting glow on the ancient tree in the courtyard, its age unknown.

Several plump sparrows perched on the branches, chirping and occasionally flapping their wings.

It's only a little past nine in the morning.

According to the rules of Lin's Restaurant, it only opens at noon.

Mr. Lin, whose daily routine is even more regular than that of a retired old man, never wakes up naturally before 10 a.m.

Jiang Ruoyun skillfully pushed open the half-closed courtyard gate, crossed the courtyard, and headed straight for the bedroom in the backyard.

The door was unlocked.

Lin Mo was wearing loose cotton and linen pajamas, with slightly messy hair, standing in front of the sink.

He had clearly just woken up, his eyelids still heavy with sleep.

Holding an electric toothbrush with toothpaste already squeezed out, she was about to put it in her mouth.

He exuded a sense of complete relaxation, as if even if the sky were to fall, he could still take a nap first.

"Lin Mo!"

A clear, slightly breathless female voice suddenly broke the silence in the room.

Jiang Ruoyun rushed in like a gust of wind, slamming her hands against the wooden door frame.

She ran rather fast, her fair cheeks flushed with an alluring blush, her chest heaving.

"Level One Alert!"

Before she could even catch her breath, she shouted directly at the languid figure's back.

"My mom said she's coming to meet you in person tomorrow at noon!"

"Clatter".

A sudden, soft sound.

The hand that Lin Mo always held, which was as steady as a mountain and could cut vegetables as precisely as tofu, suddenly trembled.

The electric toothbrush in my hand fell directly into the ceramic washbasin, making a buzzing vibration.

Lin Mo turned around, and a rare, obvious look of surprise flashed in his usually calm eyes.

He looked at the girl clinging to the door frame, panting heavily, and his Adam's apple bobbed.

Lin Shen, who has always remained unmoved by online bullying from millions of fans and unfazed by the richest man throwing money at him.

For the first time ever, I stuttered.

"Why didn't you say so sooner?"

Seeing Lin Mo's alarmed expression, Jiang Ruoyun was stunned for a second.

Then, an indescribable sense of novelty and a secret sweetness instantly welled up in my heart.

It turns out this man was always calm and collected, as if he didn't care about anything.

Even I can panic and get caught off guard sometimes.

"I just heard the news at the dinner table, okay!"

Jiang Ruoyun walked a few steps to the sink and naturally picked up his toothbrush and rinsed it clean.

She looked up and pursed her lips with some concern.

"My mom is not easy to deal with. She has very high standards and is very particular."

"Moreover, this time she even had the housekeeper take out a sandalwood box from the safe, so she was definitely prepared."

Lin Mo took a deep breath, rubbed his temples, and forced himself to wake up quickly.

He took the toothbrush, quickly finished his personal hygiene, and splashed cold water on his face.

After wiping the water droplets off with a towel, his usual nonchalant and lazy demeanor vanished instantly.

Instead, there was an unprecedented focus and solemnity.

He strode into the courtyard, looked around at the furnishings, and quickly began to plan his response for tomorrow.

He then made a decisive decision.

Lin Mo walked to the corner and pulled out the small blackboard that he usually used to write down today's recommended dishes.

Pick up a piece of chalk, exert force with your wrist, and with a few swift strokes, write a few bold and unrestrained characters that penetrate the paper.

"Lin's Restaurant will be closed tomorrow! Full preparation for the upcoming event!"

After finishing writing, he walked to the front door and hung the blackboard firmly in the most conspicuous position.

The movements were fluid and graceful, without any hesitation about losing a day's revenue.

Jiang Ruoyun leaned against the door, watching his back as if facing a formidable enemy, and her heart melted completely.

"Is it really necessary to go to such lengths? Where did your confidence go when dealing with those difficult customers?"

She deliberately dragged out the last syllable, her tone carrying a hint of teasing laughter.

Lin Mo turned around, walked helplessly to her, and gently pinched her cheek.

"How can that be the same?"

He paused, a rare seriousness creeping into his voice.

"My father-in-law is here to cause trouble. If we let him go hungry for a few meals and ignore him a few times, he'll behave himself."

"Your mother-in-law is here to see if I'm good enough for you; this is a life-or-death situation."

Upon hearing these unvarnished and blunt words, Jiang Ruoyun's ears instantly flushed red.

She gave a haughty snort, but couldn't suppress the urge to smile.

"What kind of flavors does your aunt usually prefer? Sweet or salty? Are you particular about teaware?"

Lin Mo abandoned his usual laid-back attitude and fired off a barrage of questions.

"Should we use that set of Ru ware cups? Should we drink aged white tea or Da Hong Pao?"

Seeing how much Lin Mo cared for his mother, Jiang Ruoyun felt as sweet as if she had eaten honey.

She crossed her arms over her chest, raised her chin, and looked coquettish, as if to say, "Don't be afraid, I'm here for you."

"My mother doesn't care much about food; she values ​​the artistic conception, aesthetics, and the rules in the details."

"But don't worry, I'll definitely cover for you and make sure you don't get into trouble with her."

Seeing her protective demeanor, Lin Mo's tense nerves gradually relaxed.

He reached out and smoothed her wind-blown hair, his voice returning to its usual gentle and confident tone.

"Okay, then I'll have to ask Miss Jiang to look after me tomorrow."

In the courtyard, the autumn wind rustled through the leaves, adding a touch of tranquility and warmth.

Time flew by, and it was noon on the second day.

The late autumn sun, carrying a hint of chill, shone on the magnificent carved gate of the Jiang family mansion.

Song Wan walked slowly out of the villa.

Today she changed into a simple and elegant casual outfit, without any exaggerated brand logos or complicated designs.

But the top-quality silk fabric and impeccable hand-tailored design perfectly complemented her calm and serene temperament.

Her long hair was simply tied back with a plain jade hairpin of excellent quality, without a single strand out of place.

Without needing any extra words, she simply stood there, exuding an air of quiet authority and sophistication.

In her hands, she steadily held the dark-colored sandalwood box.

This was the "ultimate test" she had specially prepared for that young man.

To open a shop in a prime location like Nanluoguxiang, where every inch of land is precious and where hidden talents abound.

If all you know is how to stir-fry, you're at best a skilled cook.

She is not worthy of the daughter she has carefully raised for over twenty years.

She wanted to see for herself this young man who could win her daughter's heart and manipulate her husband completely.

Does one truly possess the inner peace that can heal the ravages of time, and the profound wisdom that can withstand scrutiny?

A black Bentley had been waiting for some time in the driveway outside.

The driver, dressed in a white shirt, respectfully opened the back door and bowed slightly.

Song Wan nodded slightly and gracefully got into the car.

The car door closed, and the engine emitted a deep, steady roar.

The Bentley slowly drove out of the Jiang family's gate, crunching over the fallen leaves on the ground, and drove smoothly towards Nanluoguxiang.

Meanwhile, behind the floor-to-ceiling windows on the second floor of the villa.

A pair of bloodshot eyes were fixed intently on the Bentley that was gradually disappearing into the distance.

Jiang Jianguo clung to the window, as anxious as an ant tap-dancing on a hot pan.

He paced back and forth on the expensive handmade wool carpet, muttering to himself.

He was scared.

He was not only afraid that his wife would be fooled by that cunning poor boy with a bowl of noodles.

"No! We absolutely cannot let this tragedy happen!"

Jiang Jianguo suddenly stopped and slapped his thigh hard.

He had to be on-site to keep an eye on things and be ready to cut off any potentially dangerous topics that might expose his identity.

But he must never appear openly and honestly.

Jiang Jianguo's eyes darted around, and he turned and rushed towards the storage room in the backyard of the villa where the servants kept odds and ends.

After a period of rummaging through drawers and cabinets.

The small iron gate hidden on the side of the villa was pushed open with a creak.

A furtive figure slipped out.

He was wearing a large, orange-red sanitation worker's vest and a tattered straw hat on his head.

His face was covered by a large, black mask, leaving only a pair of shifty eyes visible.

Jiang Jianguo pulled his hat brim down and ran wildly out of the villa area, taking advantage of the blind spots in the surveillance cameras.

Standing on the curb, he cautiously looked around while hailing a passing taxi.

He opened the car door and slipped into the back seat like an eel.

"master!"

Jiang Jianguo deliberately lowered his voice, making it hoarse.

He pointed towards the Bentley, which was already out of sight, and urged it on urgently.

"To Nanluoguxiang! Hurry up! Follow that black Bentley ahead!"

The taxi driver was a well-traveled Beijing native who had seen it all.

He glanced at the old man's bizarre attire in the back seat through the rearview mirror and couldn't help but laugh.

"Hey sir, are you staging a spy movie, or catching your wife red-handed? Buckle up!"

The driver floored the accelerator, and the taxi shot off like an arrow.

Outside the car window, the cold autumn wind howled in through the gaps.

Jiang Jianguo gripped the seatbelt tightly with both hands, his stomach churning, and his palms sweating with nervousness.