The Dragon from Hell

A group of people entered the house. When Qin Feng entered the house, he glanced at the furnishings in the house, and his eyes darkened again.

Something is wrong.

The house is actually decorated very well. The huge crystal chandelier reflects beautiful light, and the vase and other ornaments are also very high-end.

But what Qin Feng saw at first glance were the paintings hanging in the hall.

He didn't study antique calligraphy and paintings much, but he also knew that those paintings were from famous artists. If they were authentic, each one would be priceless, definitely more than eight figures.

The Qin family made their fortune ten years ago. In ten years, the catering business under their name has achieved a net worth of billions, which is really amazing.

If it is surprising enough that they saved money and bought this billion-level house, then it is weird that they hung billion-level famous paintings directly in their living room.

And there are four paintings at a time.

Qin Feng frowned slightly, but pretended to be calm and asked: "This...cousin, I see a few famous paintings and calligraphy hanging in the living room. May I ask if they are authentic?"

Hearing the word "cousin", Qin Manman frowned, glanced at him with the corner of her eyes, and rolled her eyeballs slightly upwards.

"Of course! Would we hang fake paintings in our house?"

David on the side smiled meaningfully: "Hey, cousin, don't mind it. After all, our cousin comes from a place like Qingcheng, so it's normal that he doesn't understand these things."

"Don't mind it, cousin. I'm not saying that Qingcheng is bad, but there must be some gap compared to Shencheng. You also ended up there, and I understand your difficulties."

He introduced with a smile: "These four paintings are all authentic works of famous artists. Each one is now worth more than 100 million yuan. If you like... you can go and have a look later."

He introduced it very proudly, but Tang Kexin on the side came to Qin Feng and complained silently: "If you don't know, you would think he was going to give it to us."

Qin Feng glanced at Tang Kexin. The girl didn't seem to be overwhelmed by the enthusiasm of this family. She had a stern face and didn't seem to like this family very much.

Qin Feng was happy. After watching the people in front of him walk a few steps away, he whispered, "Why, you don't like them?"

After all, these people are their family members, and they all have the same blood.

Tang Kexin pursed her lips: "I don't know why, I always feel that their enthusiasm is fake, and they still look down on us in their bones. But I can't figure it out. Since they look down on us, why do they want us to come back? Just for the recipe of fried noodles?"

"I don't think so."

She analyzed seriously: "Brother, look, their family lives in such a good house, even the furnishings in the house are authentic works of famous artists, and they live in a place like Shencheng where material desires run rampant."

"This shows that they don't lack the recipe of fried noodles. It doesn't matter if there is one more or one less. Why force mom to give it to them?"

"Although I can't think of why, I always feel that something is wrong."

Hearing Tang Kexin's words, Qin Feng's eyes flashed with appreciation.

He thought that Ke Xin was still young and definitely didn't realize these problems.

But now hearing what she said, Qin Feng was surprised.

This girl is so thoughtful at such a young age, no wonder she is a top student.

"The old lady is coming down!"

At this time, the voice of the servant came from upstairs, and Qin Feng also looked up at the stairs and smiled, "Let's go and see, the fox will always show its tail."

On the stairs, an old lady in her seventies appeared.

Because of her age, the skin on her face is loose, making her original triangular eyes and thin lips look more mean.

In addition, this old lady seems to be serious, and looking at her, it feels like she will throw a tantrum at any time.

She is Qin Shufang's biological mother Tang Xiurong.

Old lady Tang came down with the help of the nanny and walked in front of Qin Shufang.

Seeing her mother again, Qin Shufang, who was originally very moved by the brother-sister relationship between Qin Chuan and Qin Yuling, suddenly became a little nervous.

"Mom..."

"Hmph..."

Tang Xiurong looked at her with a stern face, snorted, and then said: "You dead girl, I just said a few words to you yesterday, and you just turned around and left."

"What, after not seeing you for decades, you are not my child? I am not your mother?"

"I thought you didn't plan to come back after you left yesterday."

This sounded like a mother blaming her daughter, but to others, it sounded a bit sarcastic.

Qin Shufang apologized with a smile: "No, mom, it's been decades, and I finally recognized you and brought the children back to their ancestors, so how could you not come back?”

“It’s just that I made you unhappy yesterday, so I have to leave first, so that you won’t be angry when you see me again…”

“Okay, okay, don’t say anything.”

Tang Xiurong waved her hand impatiently: “It’s good that you still remember to come back. I thought that after you were taken away by that old man, you didn’t plan to recognize me as your mother!”

She pulled the corner of her mouth and said in a gloomy way: “Look, you don’t even want to give me the recipe of a noodle with soybean paste. Can I be recognized as your mother if I hold it in my hand?”

Qin Shufang’s smile was a little stiff, and she smiled bitterly a little awkwardly: “Mom, it’s not that I don’t want to give it to you, but I have signed a contract with someone for the recipe. I’m afraid it’s not good to breach the contract…”

“Breach of contract? Why, you can’t bear to part with that little money?” Mrs. Tang was very mean, and she was unreasonable and unforgiving.

Tang Kexin couldn’t stand it anymore, and wanted to step forward to speak for her mother, but was pulled by Qin Feng: “Wait a little longer and see what they want to do. ”

At this time, Qin Chuan smiled and came out to smooth things over: "Hey, Mom, you're going too far. Sanmei has you in her heart, why would she care about that little money?"

"We are all doing business, I understand Sanmei's thoughts, the spirit of contract is necessary!"

"Brother is right!"

Qin Shufang seemed to have grabbed a life-saving straw, and cast a grateful look at Qin Chuan.

Qin Chuan waved his hand indifferently and smiled: "Actually, Sanmei, you don't know that Mom asked you for the recipe of fried noodles with soybean paste, not to make money. You have seen our family's business, and we are not short of money for a recipe of fried noodles with soybean paste."

"Actually, she is because..."

"Shut up!"

Before Qin Chuan finished speaking, Tang Xiurong poked the ground with her cane and said with a stern face: "You are the one who talks too much!"

"Okay, okay, I won't say anything, I won't say anything."

Qin Chuan waved his hand helplessly, coaxing the old lady, "Sanmei is finally back, we are happy. Let's go, let's go eat first!"

After saying that, he called a group of people to go to the restaurant to eat first.

Originally Qin Feng was following behind, but suddenly he saw the old lady turn around and her sharp eyes pierced through him fiercely...