How could she possibly be calm? You’ve had your fill, have you? Grandma only managed a few bites! She said angrily, “Qin Feng—were you deliberately trying to make me angry? Do you really think slowing down would kill you? You’re not even eating—you’re feeding a pig! From picking up your chopsticks to setting them down, it’s less than two minutes. Is that what eating is supposed to be?” “Honestly, it’s just a habit I’ve had since childhood,” he replied, comfortably leaning back in his chair and sipping his chilled tea. “You’ve had your fill, but I still haven’t eaten properly. So, the deal is postponed.” The beautiful Lin was on the verge of losing her temper. Qin Feng calmly set down his tea and said seriously, “I haven’t even been fully satisfied myself—just half-full, at most. So neither of us has come out behind. You ordered only a few dishes, and now we both feel underfed. It’s a tie!” She couldn’t argue with his blatant lack of courtesy. Alright, then—let’s proceed with the deal. Once it’s settled, we each go back to our own homes. "She hummed, "Just get the medicine and the incantation techniques—then we'll make the deal. He reached into his pocket first, pulling out a few sheets of paper he'd been carrying there. Due to the sudden movement, some of the vegetable juice had smeared on them. He wiped them off with a corner of his napkin and handed them directly to the beautiful woman. "You can check the contents first—see if I'm not trying to deceive you!" "Of course we need to inspect the goods," Lin Caivai said, snatching the papers and carefully reading through them. Qin Feng thought to himself: How could she possibly understand this? These texts had been "artistically" refined—condensed sentences and words, with added elements that were entirely unrelated. Lin Caivai wasn't even trained in alchemy or calligraphy; she could only judge based on her intuition. If she couldn't find any flaws, then it must be genuine. "How about it, Feng? I've earned my reputation as a trustworthy, honest young man—far from just a title!" "He began to boast: 'Being sincere and fair to everyone, regardless of age or status—that's my greatest strength. Now, my clay ball, shall I have that?' 'Let's believe you this time,' she said, folding the paper and extending her hand. 'And don't forget the notebook we agreed upon last time!' Qin Dashi shrugged. 'I've already demonstrated the sincerity expected of me. Now, shouldn't we proceed with hand-over-hand—payment and goods delivered simultaneously?' Lin Meiren thought for a moment, then placed the clay ball made of bronze fragments on the table, humming softly. 'You must have missed it—this thing isn't worth much at all!' 'Whether it's valuable or not, I say so,' Qin Feng also retrieved the notebook from his jewelry box, handing it to her while gently cradling the clay ball as if it were a precious treasure. The moment the clay ball appeared, he felt exactly as he did in the museum—deeply and vividly aware of it. Lin Caivie smiled, opened the notebook briefly, then placed it back in her jewelry box, saying, 'The transaction is complete. I'll treat you to dinner. Goodbye!' "How dare you ask me to have dinner when you're only half-satisfied!" Qin Feng also stood up and said, "I've never seen you so stingy—adding just a few more dishes would kill you! No, I'm going to post this online so everyone knows what kind of person you, Lin Beauty, really is!" Lin Beauty gave him a withering look: "You're unkind, you're unjust—watch this!" And so they shall watch. How could a friend be afraid of a young lady like that? The two walked down the stairs together. The restaurant owner approached with a cheerful smile, asking, "Have you both enjoyed your meal? Is the food to your liking?" "The food is acceptable, though the portion sizes are a bit small," Qin remarked, taking a sip. "Ah, we've already offered generous portions," the owner said, maintaining his smile. "It's ninety-six yuan—our students really work hard. We'd be happy to settle for ninety!" Qin Feng turned his gaze to Lin Caiwei, indicating that she should pay. But Lin Beauty deliberately looked away, a hint of amusement in her eyes. The boss has already reached out to him. Usually, in such cases, if the girl doesn't insist on paying, it's the guy who covers the bill. Man, another time he's been outplayed. That's why she said earlier she'd keep watching—once he didn't pay, the boss would surely laugh at him, and there were several guests at the tables nearby, all giving him and Lin Caiwei odd glances. Well, who could blame her? After all, she's the first campus beauty. Coughing slightly, since the forum incident, he's started feeling like a public figure. But to just give up like this? That's not something Qin's personality would allow. He smiled and said, "Caiwei, you pay for this meal, and then I'll treat you later, how about that?" "You're treating me to what?" the beautiful girl was taken aback. "Room service, plus a bottle of premium red wine," he added. "By the way, the jewelry store should still be open. Why don't we go check it out?" Qin the young magnate said with a cheerful smile. Several students listening immediately leaned forward, all astonished—turns out the rumor was true. These two not only met in the little grove, but even discussed something as intimate as booking a room. Clearly, things had progressed far beyond mere casual acquaintance. Lin Beibei was both angry and frustrated—this move had been too decisive. It was neither appropriate to pay at this moment nor to refuse to pay. "I was just teasing you," Qin Feng laughed, even more dismissive, pulling out a one-hundred-yuan bill from his wallet and handing it to the manager, "No change needed." Just as the manager was about to express his gratitude, Qin the Young Lord quickly changed course: "Get two more cold teas—no need for change on the rest!" The manager's face darkened. He thought, Could you possibly be any more tactless? Two cold teas normally cost ten yuan—what more could you possibly want? He'd rather pay six himself. With two cold teas in hand, his expression was absolutely livid—had it not been for the owner and a crowd of customers present, she would have kicked him right out. "Hmph," she said, scowling, and strode off. Since it was an act, she had to make the most of it. Qin, following behind, called out as he chased after her, "Wivi, why are you so angry again? Shall I buy you a 10-carat diamond? Just don’t be upset!" As soon as she stepped outside, he was too intimidated to follow the beautiful Lin, and he scrambled toward the parking area, clutching his head. Once inside the car, he floored it and disappeared. Lin Caivé was furious, stomping her feet—there were simply too many people on the street to take action. When they reached a quieter spot, she pulled out her phone and dialed a number. "The items are received," she said. "There are eight methods of alchemy and eight secret incantations. Send someone over!" "A quite excited voice came through the phone: 'That's wonderful! Besides the eight incantations, just the eight kinds of pills are enough to revive the Lin family. Wei did an excellent job—this year's pills have been finalized, and Grandfather has decided to give her the largest share, plus he's recording a major achievement for her!' She didn't respond at all—she simply hung up. Taking a few steps forward, she murmured to herself, 'Handing it all over to the family this way seems too generous to those people. I need to add some 'artistic' touches, create a few complications for them. Only I will truly know the full details. See how long they can keep looking down their noses at me and at Mom.'"