Transmigrated into a female-oriented novel, and put an end to the domineering CEOs all over the city

Lu Jingxiu remained silent, deep in thought, his mind filled with how to first find Mo Yan and then eliminate him completely.

"Lu Jingxiu," Lin Yutang suddenly called him softly, "Right now, is Mo Yan all you can think about?"

Lu Jingxiu nodded subconsciously.

Lin Yutang pursed her lips and sighed softly, "Then one of his goals has been achieved."

Lu Jingxiu: "..."

That makes sense. He should be thinking about progress, not being a pervert.

He laughed: "But even so, you saw right through his intentions."

He looked at Lin Yutang, his tone serious: "What does this mean?"

"That means you're no worse than him," Lu Jingxiu said with anticipation and encouragement. "So, it's okay, I'm not afraid, because I believe in you."

"You are the best police officer I have ever seen. I believe you can find him and arrest him before you even take action!"

His words were both steady and warm, and even An Xiaozhao couldn't help but glance at him.

Wow, this alarm system is actually quite good at comforting people.

Lin Yutang's ears turned slightly red as she met Lu Jingxiu's encouraging and expectant gaze.

After holding back for a while, An Xiaozhao finally couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "What about me, Officer Lin? Will I be in danger?"

Lin Yutang hesitated for a moment, then replied seriously, "It's hard to say."

An Xiaozhao: "..."

Okay, thank you, I feel comforted.

She silently withdrew her gaze, having already made up her mind.

She'll move to the military retirement home today and live with her grandfather, never going out. If that's the case, Mo Yan still won't be able to kidnap her...

Then she had no other choice.

The three of them chatted for a while longer, explaining everything that needed to be said.

Finally, Lin Yutang, full of energy, escorted Lu Jingxiu and An Xiaozhao to the police station entrance.

An Xiaozhao left first, while Lin Yutang stood on the steps, waved to Lu Jingxiu, and turned to go back to her office.

Lu Jingxiu returned to his car and started it.

Lin Yutang's analysis just now did surprise him. He really didn't expect that Mo Yan, this high-IQ madman, would be so difficult to deal with.

But it was her analysis that gave him an inspiration.

That is the "chess game".

Does Mo Yan like playing chess?

Very well, then tonight he will tell his father everything about Mo Yan and Lin Yutang's analysis.

You like playing chess, right?

Very good. My father, Lu Feng, also knows a little about chess.

……

A black sedan slowly pulled up to a stop on the side of the street.

Meng Qingxi got out of the car, took out her phone, frowned slightly, and started walking according to the navigation address on her phone.

"Zhang Jie Lanzhou Ramen, 80 meters away"

Honestly, if she didn't still have a sliver of basic trust in Lu Jingxiu, she would have blocked him and his entire family the moment she received the address.

Memories of wind, sand and time... Sister Zhang's Lanzhou Ramen?

She took a deep breath, pulled her coat tighter, and walked into the alley in her short boots.

Soon, she saw Lu Jingxiu in a narrow alley.

He was wearing a well-tailored suit, with broad shoulders and long legs, and his lower back was casually leaning against the wall.

Sunlight streamed in from the alley entrance, illuminating his handsome profile, with a signature fan-shaped mark playing at the corner of his mouth.

Lu Jingxiu also saw Meng Qingxi.

My eye twitched slightly; I felt a little guilty.

Miss Meng clearly valued this dinner party very much.

She wore a sky-blue silk shirt with an elegant bow tie at the collar, a cashmere coat over it, and a dark gray pleated wool skirt.

A pair of legs were exposed, long legs covered in flesh-colored stockings and short boots.

She was dressed like a very sophisticated young lady from a wealthy family, which made her somewhat out of place in this alley.

"Miss Meng." Lu Jingxiu smiled slightly at her and flicked a fan-shaped diagram at her.

"Is this what you called the smell of wind and sand?" Meng Qingxi frowned and turned to look at the shop.

The look of disdain in his eyes suddenly turned to surprise.

She expected to see a shabby little sign that read: "Sister Zhang's Lanzhou Ramen".

What we saw instead was a brand new freestanding sign:

"Silk Road Legacy: Handmade Noodles"

Lu Jingxiu had already walked up to her side without her noticing.

He tilted his head slightly and began to introduce the topic in a deep, unhurried cello voice:

"Miss Meng, you may not know this, but the owner of this shop is surnamed Ma, and his family has been cooking for the imperial court for ten generations."

"In the summer of the second year of the Guangxu reign of the Qing Dynasty, his great-grandfather followed Zuo Zongtang's western expeditionary army all the way to Lanzhou, where he improved the technique of making hand-pulled noodles on the Gobi Desert."

"Brewing the broth with camel bones allows you to extract sixty-six different thicknesses of collagen from the bone crevices."

"The beef in this noodle dish is made from the yellow cattle that the camel's grandfather raised for eighteen years."

"This cow was born deep in the Gannan grasslands. Going back eighteen generations, it was a tribute cow exclusively used by the Qing Dynasty's imperial kitchen."

Meng Qingxi frowned, feeling that something was amiss. Camels are descendants of cattle? And cattle were once tribute cattle?

However, before she could think further, Lu Jingxiu narrowed his eyes and sent her another fan-shaped diagram.

Then he paused for a moment, mimicking Mo Yan's expression when introducing curry rice, revealing an elegant yet enthusiastic look: "It takes a ten-kilometer walk in the Qilian Mountains every day, and drinks snow water from the Qilian Mountains."

"This is to allow the muscle fibers to break and heal naturally during slow walking, forming an extremely fine pattern."

"During the slaughter, the butcher must first light three sticks of incense to pay respects to heaven, earth, and the ox..."

Meng Qingxi blinked, her Adam's apple bobbing involuntarily, her voice tinged with caution: "Then... how was the meat transported here?"

Lu Jingxiu did not answer, but gently took Meng Qingxi's wrist and led her into the store.

Meng Qingxi's ears turned red and her heart raced. When she came to her senses, the two of them were already sitting in the shop... on very simple stools.

Her mind was still on that moment when her wrists touched, completely oblivious to the peeling paint on the walls, the weathered menu, and the table covered with a disposable tablecloth.

Lu Jingxiu spread his legs, leaned slightly forward, and with a smirk, continued speaking:

"The meat, within two hours of slaughter, must be wrapped in mulberry paper soaked in angelica root water and stuffed into a custom-made century-old nanmu wood box."

His tone was calm and dignified, and the fan-shaped pattern in his eyes began to swirl:

"For this bowl of noodles, I had someone set off from Gannan last night, passing through Xining, Lanzhou, and taking the Lianhuo Expressway. The whole journey took 22 hours, and the temperature inside the car was kept between minus 10 degrees Celsius and zero degrees Celsius."

He said casually, "At this temperature, the enzymes in the meat can continue to work, slowly breaking down proteins and releasing amino acids. Every bite of freshness you eat later is the result of being slowly nurtured during those 22 hours on the road."

Meng Qingxi's eyes widened; she had truly taken it all to heart.

At the same time, in the kitchen, with her back to the two of them, the proprietress who was cooking noodles was twitching incessantly.

Today, a young man came to the store and said he was a big online influencer with millions of followers and wanted to do free publicity and charity work for her.

He also gave her a new signboard, saying that he would invite a female internet celebrity from a food channel to come over later, and the two of them would act in a play.

The whole thing was being broadcast live, so she absolutely couldn't give herself away.

She had watched short videos and even secretly checked out the young man's account.

Although they don't have many works, their number of fans is real and cannot be faked.

Moreover, it's free advertising, a sure-fire way to make money.

So she believed it.

only……

Hearing the young man use the word "GG" repeatedly, her face turned bright red.

This is way too much! Isn't this considered false advertising? Won't the city management officers come after her?

Lu Jingxiu continued babbling on: "The flour comes from Limanegna, France, and is ground using traditional stone mill techniques by the Bonaparte family mill in Ajaccio, Corsica, a millennium-old tradition."

"The water for kneading the dough is drawn from an old well 22 meters away from the source of the Yellow River every morning at five o'clock..."

"The technique for making ramen is a family tradition of kneading and resting the dough seven times and resting it eight times. The resting time for each batch of dough is calculated according to the solar terms..."

"So, this bowl of noodles in front of you—"

He drawled out the last syllable, looking at Meng Qingxi with eyes as dark as obsidian: "From the winds of the Qilian Mountains, to the sands of the Gobi Desert, to the waters of the Yellow River's source, and finally to the wheat of central France..."

"Finally, it's served to you."

The proprietress quickly suppressed her barely suppressed expression and came over with two bowls of noodles, topped with a generous layer of beef and sprinkled with cilantro and scallions.

Meng Qingxi hesitated for a moment: "I don't eat cilantro..."

Lu Jingxiu let out a sexy, deep laugh.

The laughter sounded like it was rolling out from deep within his chest, or like he had several phlegms that he hadn't spat out; it was both light and teasing: "This cilantro is something the boss asks someone to get for him every year after the start of autumn, at the foot of Cangshan Mountain in Dali, Yunnan..." (Several hundred words of suggestive language omitted)

Meng Qingxi looked down at the bowl of noodles, then looked up at Lu Jingxiu's eyes.

She silently picked up her chopsticks, carefully picked up a sprig of cilantro, and took a small bite.

"...It does seem a bit different."

In the kitchen, the proprietress covered her mouth with her apron, trying her best not to laugh out loud, and kicked the cilantro on the floor into the shade.

Lu Jingxiu smiled slightly and began to slurp his noodles elegantly.

There are certain rules to follow when eating noodles in front of Meng Qingxi.

Lu Jingxiu first picked up the soup spoon, scooped half a spoonful of clear soup to his lips, then let the soup noodles lightly touch his lower lip before taking a very shallow sip.

His sexy Adam's apple bobbed up and down, like a cello string being plucked.

Meng Qingxi: "♥"

Then Lu Jingxiu picked up four or five strands of ramen with his chopsticks, glanced at Meng Qingxi with a smile on his lips, and then slowly lowered his head to put one end of the noodles into his mouth.

Then, with his lips slightly closed, he slowly and steadily brought the noodles into his mouth without making a sound.

He only gently bit off the fan-shaped pattern when he could barely hold it in any longer, then continued to chew it slowly while watching her.

After chewing, his sexy Adam's apple bobbed again as he swallowed.

Meng Qingxi: "..."

Meng Qingxi: "♥"