Your First Clue

After spending most of the day at Wang Yimin's house, Feng Xuan went to The Kingly to join Qing Chen for dinner. She didn't have enough time to cook for tonight.

"How did it go?" he asked her, cutting a side of the fish. 

Feng Xuan pouted with a mouthful of vegetables in her mouth. She swallowed and started to complain. "I don't think both of our brains are working today. Da Xia is opening on the 7th and we still have not come up with a way to make her blend in the background."

"Don't worry. You'll figure it out."

"Actually, we already have a solution but we don't know how to do it."

"Yeah? What is it?"

"We need a scandal. Or anything that would make the press come to us. Like stat." She sipped on some soup. "I thought about burning something and Wang Yimin was more than mortified when she heard the idea. She judged me for even thinking about it."

Qing Chen chuckled. "It was a wild idea. What are you going to burn anyway?"