She moved with a light, swaying grace, like a little swallow swooping in. Qi Taiguo was delighted to receive her fully, reaching out to hug her and taking the opportunity to rub against her chest, asking, "What do you mean by that? Has the restaurant actually stumbled upon a nugget of gold?"
"No gold nuggets, but I indeed dug up someone who's as valuable as gold," Cheng Su beamed.
Qi Taiguo raised an eyebrow, his hand sliding up from her lower back to caress her tender, smooth skin.
Cheng Su was still immersed in joy, completely oblivious to Qi Taiguo's restless hands, and excitedly recounted the day's events.
"That boss of Fa Ji is really dumb as a bag of rocks, to drive away such a talented chef. Doesn't he fear that if this person leaves, the customers might follow?" Cheng Su said contemptuously.
Qi Taiguo's brow furrowed, and his hands stilled as he asked, "You said you got hit?"
"Not hit directly, just knocked over a bike and fell down with it," Cheng Su was nonchalant.