This meant that even for a Girl he wasn't very familiar with, if Jiang Cheng offered her a "premium" item for the first time, she would quietly accept it without any internal resistance.
So, if he gave it to two Girls to eat at the same time...
Or if he gave it to An Xin to eat...
Hmm...
Not bad, quite good indeed~
After putting away the card, Jiang Cheng said in a great mood, "It seems I won't need to eat out when I come to Chengdu in the future; eating at your place is more authentic."
An Jingsheng smiled. "Come whenever you want to eat. The house is usually quite quiet; it's livelier when you're here."
Looking at this massive villa, Jiang Cheng understood what An Jingsheng meant.
His own father at least had his mother to chat with, finding some troublesome entrepreneurial work to do despite not needing the struggle.
Plus, back when he was at that age, his father could still nag him about his studies.
But An Xin seemed to have studied abroad since she was a child.
She usually lived in Shanghai, so it was no wonder An Jingsheng was so anxious to arrange blind dates for her, wanting her to get married and have children.
He was probably afraid she would end up like him when she got older, alone in a big house.
When An Xin placed another piece of blanched Tripe into his bowl, Jiang Cheng also picked up some freshly cooked Ox Throat from the pot and handed it over across the copper pot. "Try this, it's cooked just right."
An Xin was clearly stunned for a moment.
She didn't actually like eating Ox Throat, as she always found the texture strange.
Seeing his daughter's brow furrow, An Jingsheng said with a smile, "She doesn't like eating Ox Throat."
Just as An Jingsheng was thinking of having An Xin pass it to him, for some reason, An Xin felt her hand reach out as if it had a mind of its own, and she subconsciously curled her lips into a smile. "Thank you."
The moment her teeth bit down, she belatedly frowned.
Why did she accept something she usually wouldn't even touch?
In An Jingsheng's eyes, this scene looked like his precious daughter was being completely handled by Jiang Cheng.
Seeing An Xin swallow the Ox Throat, Jiang Cheng's eyebrows instantly shot up.
He then picked up a coriander leaf coated in chili oil.
He remembered that back at the Peace Hotel, An Xin had picked the coriander out of her bowl.
It showed she had no taste for coriander.
"This is also pretty good," he said, his tone as casual as if he were handing her a tissue.
An Xin's pupils constricted slightly, and her chopsticks almost slipped.
But in the next second, her hand steadily caught the coriander, and she even held it up toward Jiang Cheng. "You certainly know how to pick; this coriander was just picked from the back hill, it's very fresh."
After saying that, she put it in her mouth and chewed without changing her expression, though the tips of her ears quietly turned red.
"You two stop just feeding each other," An Jingsheng finally spoke up, ladling a spoonful of clear soup into An Xin's bowl. "Xin-xin, your stomach isn't great, eat less of the chili oil."
An Xin lowered her head to drink the soup and didn't respond.
She really couldn't figure out how she could even swallow coriander, especially when it was personally handed to her by Jiang Cheng.
After testing the wonders of this skill, Jiang Cheng didn't continue further.
One could only say this skill was suited for pranking people.
Regarding the behavior of constantly giving someone something you know they dislike...
Once or twice is fine, as a bit of flirtatious fun.
But if you do it too much, it starts to feel like you're intentionally targeting them.
Even if the Girl can't resist and eats it, she might feel resentment toward your behavior afterward.
After pondering the clever uses of this skill, he suddenly remembered the previous topic.
He picked up a piece of mutton and shook it. "Old An, is Sister Xin really your only daughter?"
Just as An Jingsheng was about to answer, An Xin suddenly gave a light laugh, using serving chopsticks to peel a Kuruma Prawn.
"Do you think my dad has an illegitimate son hidden away in some country?"
After saying that, An Xin naturally placed the peeled prawn into Jiang Cheng's bowl.
"Last year, a financial reporter speculated that I had a twin brother; as a result, my dad sued him until he apologized and lost his job."
Jiang Cheng looked at the prawn in his bowl and then placed a piece of Brown Sugar Rice Cake onto her plate. "I just feel that with such a large family business, it's a pity not to have a few more heirs."
"Is having me not enough?" An Xin's hand didn't hesitate at all as she took the rice cake. "I hold quite a lot of the equity in the An Group."
An Jingsheng watched his daughter and Jiang Cheng exchanging food and suddenly felt that this hotpot meal was much livelier than usual.
"She's been competing with me for the right to speak since she was a child; the old directors in the company are all a bit afraid of her."
"Dad!" An Xin chided him, a blush rising to her cheeks—though whether it was from the steam of the hotpot or something else was unclear.
An Jingsheng then replied, "How many children I have, you should have investigated that very clearly, right?"
The records did indeed show that An Jingsheng only had one daughter.
But would there really be no illegitimate children?
Someone like Richest Man Wang, who back then called for the policy and only had one child, Wang Congcong, had no choice.
With the status of those two families, many things couldn't afford even a single mistake.
But for powerful and influential entrepreneurs in China, if you wanted it...
It was a minor issue.
Just like Xiao Haha, who on the surface only had one young master.
But one day, several others suddenly appeared.
In the end, although it was said they weren't the boss's, well, some things...
You just listen and move on...
If their household registration is abroad, they naturally don't count legally.
After all, they aren't registered domestically, right?
Jiang Cheng showed a meaningful smile and changed the subject.
"Come, come, come, the meat at your house is really delicious."
If any other young person had said this, An Jingsheng would certainly have felt the person was being offensive.
But he just happened to be completely helpless against Jiang Cheng.
He watched as Jiang Cheng ate hotpot while sending the photo over to him.
Staring at the suddenly lit-up phone screen, An Jingsheng spoke again: "Just one photo? Any other clues?"
Jiang Cheng spread his hands. "None... this video was taken by a civilian over there, a fleeting shot, but I'm certain the person is her."
Seeing Jiang Cheng and her father talking about a topic unfamiliar to her, An Xin glanced toward the phone.
She just listened quietly from the side without making a sound.
An Jingsheng raised an eyebrow, intentionally teasing him: "What if I say I can't find her?"
Hearing this, Jiang Cheng feigned surprise. "No way? Yesterday you were telling me how powerful the An Group's connections in the Middle East are. Could you have been bragging?"
"You brat!" An Jingsheng was amused and pointed at him, shaking his head. "When have I ever bragged?"
"That's good then." Jiang Cheng picked up a piece of Pig Brain and put it into the spicy soup. "As far as I know, that place is currently where Big Goose and the Pretty Country are secretly competing. Although there are many factions, with the An Group's capability, finding a person shouldn't be hard, right?"
These words sounded like praise, but in reality, they blocked An Jingsheng's way out.
Generally speaking, even simple matters would be described as a bit complicated.
That way, the credit would seem greater.
And what Jiang Cheng said was indeed not simple.
That place was a battlefield with numerous factions; trying to find someone based on just one blurry image,
would you say it's hard or not??
But Jiang Cheng simply didn't give him that chance.
"It's fine, Old An, I believe in you. I believe you definitely won't be that weak."
Hearing this backhanded praise, An Jingsheng helplessly rubbed his brow.
"How should the person be handled??"
"Transport her to Tyrande for me??"
Hearing this, An Jingsheng's brow twitched.
He didn't continue to ask further.
With some things, knowing too much is just more trouble.
He picked up a piece of Tripe, blanched it, and said, "I'll contact you once I find her."
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