Quick Transmigration Female Supporting Character: Male God, Please Lie Down

Chapter 2170 Falling in Love with the Chef's Taste 60

Han Guomin's expression turned frantic, and his eyes became somewhat bloodshot.

He knew that the past shouldn't be brought up, but in the current situation, he felt incredibly relieved to talk about it.

He really enjoyed watching Zheng Qingyou hate him so much, yet be powerless to do anything about it.

"What did you say?"

Zheng Qingyou also deliberately pretended to be incredulous.

"Hehehe..."

Seeing Jung Cheong-yoo in such a vulnerable state, the Korean people felt even more satisfied.

“I said… I’ve been spreading rumors about your family’s imperial cuisine, whether it was in your father’s hands or in yours. I just didn’t expect you to be so lucky than that dead man, your father. All those rumors were completely useless.”

The Korean people repeated it very clearly.

"Oh, I see!"

In front of him, Zheng Qingyou took her hand out of her pocket, and at the same time, she also had a voice recorder in her hand.

She turned off the recording device in front of him again.

"I think I have something to tell you now."

"You little bitch!"

When the Korean people saw that she was recording, they immediately rushed towards Jung Cheong-yoo.

Zheng Qingyou dodged it with a quick movement.

"What are you doing?"

At this moment, Wei Feng also came out from the shop next door, standing tall and imposing in front of Zheng Qingyou.

"You bitch, you'll die a horrible death!"

Han Guomin stretched out his hand, which was trembling uncontrollably, and kept pointing at her while shouting and cursing.

Upon hearing his words, Zheng Qingyou couldn't help but let out a cold laugh.

Now that Wei Feng was standing in front of her, she felt emboldened.

"I haven't finished speaking yet!"

Zheng Qingyou poked her head out from behind Wei Feng.

"Actually, the rats in your shop were caused by me. I just wanted you to experience the pain I caused my father back then... Don't feel it's unfair now, you brought all this on yourself!"

Jung Cheong-yoo spoke these words expressionlessly, and then looked coldly at the Korean people.

Han Guomin's face was flushed, his eyes were wide open, and his hands were clenched tightly as he looked at him, as if his blood vessels were about to burst.

"dad--"

At this moment, Han Moli also got out of a taxi. She took a leap and rushed to Han Guomin's side.

"dad--"

Han Moli hugged Han Guomin, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Zheng Qingyou, you heartless bastard, have you forgotten how good my father was to you?"

Han Moli accused Zheng Qingyou.

"Hurry up and take him to the hospital! Don't let him die in front of my shop, it'll be bad luck!"

Zheng Qingyou didn't have time to stay here and argue with her about right and wrong.

"Thank you, Wei Feng!"

Zheng Qingyou thanked Wei Feng again and went into the imperial kitchen.

Wei Feng glanced at Zheng Qingyou's retreating figure, and a sudden pang of heartache welled up in his eyes.

"Ding-dong—System notification: Wei Feng's favorability towards you has increased by 10, now at 60."

Zheng Qingyou had just entered the store when she heard the system notification. Her steps faltered slightly before she continued walking forward.

"Please help me...my dad..."