The Heartbeat at the tip of the tongue

Granny Wang's stir fried liver

"If you not willing to, forget it."

When Jiang Qian Fan was about to turn around to return to the car, Lin Ke Song grabbed his arm quick as quick as a fire arrow: "Willing! Willing! 1000USD is in cash or cheque or transfer!"

As the sentence was shouted out, she suddenly felt the she had lowered her not very proud head in the first place in front of money, revealing the dog like nature of slavery that Song Yi Ran used spicy lobsters to enslave her.

But it's 1000USD ah! When converted is more than 6000 renminbi!

If she were to really go to New York, she would definitely have to bring some capital over ah!

One day and 1000USD earned, it's only bringing around Mr Iceberg who has eyes that can't be used to eat and drink only, legitimate income from labour, why would she not want it?

But Jiang Qian Fan creased his brows, and strongly pulled his arm back.

Crap...... was she in too much of a hurry, and had angered the boss?

"This Miss, Mr Jiang does not like others to touch him," assistant Li Yan reminded.

Lin Ke Song hastily withdrew her hand.

"Additionally, Mr Jiang is a very important figure in the Chinese cuisine industry. Especially his sense of taste. So I hope you won't bring him around to eat things that will affect his health or to places with dirty environments."

Li Yan's insinuation was extremely obvious.

All of a sudden, Lin Ke Song did not know what to say. Jiang Qian Fan said he wanted to eat something unique, but at the same time those specialities and snacks most probably won't be able to meet Li Yan's requirements ah.

At this time, Jiang Qian Fan straightened his cane.

That movement was extremely elegant, like an ancient swordsman drawing his sword calmly and sharply.

He extended the other end of the can to Lin Ke Song, indicating that she should hold on to it, and said: "Let's make a move."

"Mr Jiang, Why won't you take the car?"

"There's no need. If we took the car, we wouldn't be able to get anywhere."

"But...... Mr Jiang......you aren't used to riding taxis ah!"

Li Yan doesn't dare to touch Jiang Qian Fan, but he kept a hold on Lin Ke Song who was leading the way, putting Lin Ke Song in a dilemma.

It seems like this 1000USD is not going to be easy to earn.

And, why would he not be used to riding taxis?

Jiang Qian Fan was silent, not saying a word.

Li Yan could only say to Lin Ke Song: "Where ever you ride the taxi to, you must remember to open the door for Mr Jiang.

Mr Jiang will not touch things that many people have touched before. Also remember, you have to guard the doorframe, you must not let Mr Jiang hurt himself. You have to cushion the seats, Mr Jiang will not sit where many people have sat before! After you sit, you have to wind the windows down, to let the air ventilate! Mr Jiang does not like smoke smells or other odours!"

Lin Ke Song could not restrain her face from showing black lines.

Honestly, this Mr Jiang is not only blind, but he is an obsessive clean freak!

Didn't the saying go, out of sight, out of mind?

What is he so obsessive for?

At this point, Jiang Qian Fan finally speaks.