Chapter 15: We Are Very Affectionate

The staff at Jixiang Restaurant knew well that certain topics were strictly off-limits in front of Sister Rong. However, if one were attempting to claim an accident insurance payout, well, they might just want to give it a try.

Generally speaking, these forbidden words included "history," "marriage," and "brain"… Of course, due to Miss Jady's unexpected appearance, a few new terms had recently been added to the list, such as "Greece" and "stealing a husband."

Thus, at this very moment, when a middle-aged man, who claimed to be the leader of a group from Nancheng, made his remark, every employee looked at him with pitying gazes, thinking, "This meal is destined for the underworld."

Before Rong Ye could even change her expression, Chen Mo stepped forward nonchalantly, giving the man a hearty pat on the shoulder. "Brother, no need to say more! My wife and I are deeply grateful!"

"Wife... husband?" Rong Ye was stunned, her cheeks instantly flushing a deep red.

"That's right, at this point, there's no need to hide it from anyone!" Before she could gather herself, Chen Mo had already wrapped his arm around her slender waist, his expression resolute.

"In fact, we just registered our marriage this afternoon, as a testament to our determination to fight against Jady. No matter what happens, we, husband and wife, will always be together, even if the restaurant goes bankrupt!"

As he declared his love so passionately, Chen Mo gently intertwined his hands with Rong Ye's, his gaze so full of affection it could easily have been part of Titanic.

Somehow, the anger and embarrassment in Rong Ye's eyes were replaced with a dreamy look, and she didn't even protest when he called her "Rong Rong."

The staff exchanged glances, silently thinking, "Anyone who believes this must have water in their brain!"

Yet, it seemed that the recent rainfall in the south had brought an influx of people with waterlogged minds.

For instance, when the "couple" put on their live performance, nearly everyone in the dining hall stood up. Several young girls were so moved they had tears in their eyes, more emotionally invested than if they were watching a Taiwanese soap opera.

The middle-aged man, saying nothing more, took out five hundred yuan and slammed it onto the counter, loudly proclaiming, "Money's here. Bring out whatever dishes you've got. No need to give change!"

In a modest restaurant like this, spending two or three hundred yuan was already considered generous, so this meant Jixiang Restaurant would at least recover half the cost.

Seeing this, Rong Ye couldn't care less about the damage to her reputation. She hurriedly smiled at the staff and called them to work.

Within a few minutes, even more customers flooded in, including the district head of Fufang Street.

The elderly head, nearing sixty, patted Rong Ye on the shoulder and said with sincerity, "Xiao Rong, your ideological awareness is so high... don't worry, I represent the street's Party organization, and we'll never let our son-in-law be taken away by some foreign woman!"

Rong Ye was stunned into silence, thinking to herself, "What does this have to do with ideological awareness? This is just about pride!"

Noticing that the district head was preparing to give a lecture, several staff members rushed over, quickly guiding him to a seat.

Biting her lip, Rong Ye stood there for a moment before pulling Chen Mo behind the counter. "Wait, what's going on here? Why are you saying we're... well, in that kind of relationship?"

"It's actually quite simple, but first, I warn you—don't bite me!" Chen Mo shrugged nonchalantly, casually opening the computer on the counter and navigating to the Nancheng Online forum.

In less than half an hour, the posts jointly released by Benben and Nuonuo had already gathered over a thousand replies, and the moderator had even pinned them to the top of the forum.

The titles of these posts were truly impressive—"Greek Beauty Crosses Oceans to Find Someone, Fufang Beauty Protects Her Husband with Love"; "Money Can't Buy True Love, See How the Restaurant Couple Displays Their Sincere Affection"; "In Ancient Times, Meng Jiangnu Wept at the Great Wall to Find Her Husband, Now the Restaurant Owner's Wife Fights for Love!"…

"Uh, this isn't my doing!" Ignoring the steadily rising anger in Rong Ye, even Chen Mo was at a loss for words, wondering if Nuonuo had once worked part-time at Sina.

However, when he clicked on one of the posts, he found the content even more melodramatic than he had imagined—simple, thousands of words filled with the classic tropes of romance novels, each three lines packed with a tear-jerking moment, the language both poignant and deeply stirring.

At this point, it was a miracle the girls hadn't cried all the way into the restaurant. These posts could practically be used as scripts without any revisions!

Of course, simply relying on words for emotional manipulation wasn't enough. In an age when emotions were increasingly undervalued, everything required proof.

Thus, to substantiate their claims, Nuonuo had also posted numerous photos taken on-site, uploaded by Benben to the forum.

Most astonishingly, Nuonuo had even invented a tragic backstory for Rong Ye, claiming she had been seriously ill and had to run a restaurant to survive…

To prove this, Benben had somehow managed to acquire a medical record, altered the name, and posted it on the forum.

Amidst all the tear-jerking tactics, combined with mass QQ messages, the scene of customers rushing in, fired up and eager, was practically inevitable.

Rong Ye stared blankly for a long time, her expression so awkward it was hard to describe, as if she had just drunk a bottle of cola with oil, salt, soy sauce, and vinegar mixed in.

"This... this wasn't written by me," Chen Mo scratched his chin, suddenly finding it hard to explain. Rong Ye shot him a glare, muttering angrily, "What do you mean? You could be writing scripts!"

"I wish I could. Would anyone hire me?" Chen Mo shrugged, looking entirely unconcerned, which made Rong Ye's anger shoot through the roof.

Before she could respond, Chen Mo suddenly wiped the sweat off her brow, his expression filled with deep affection. "Darling, why don't you go rest for a while? Leave the rest to me!"

"What? Who's…?" Rong Ye paused, wondering if this guy had become addicted to acting.

But in the next moment, when she noticed a few customers looking at them with teary-eyed admiration, she had no choice but to give up her resistance, resting her head on Chen Mo's shoulder in a meek, affectionate gesture.

Though their upper halves were dripping with affection, Rong Ye, taking advantage of the counter, suddenly stomped on Chen Mo's foot hard and growled, "You idiot, stop using that melodramatic style! I'm going to puke!"

"Got it, so you prefer the tone of Korean dramas?" Chen Mo grinned, then mischievously winked. "Alright, then let's do a scene from Winter Sonata…"

"Get lost!" In that moment, Rong Ye's tears flowed freely as she thought, I'd rather crash into a wall than listen to this.

But then, she sighed, looking at the crowded dining hall. "Fine! But now that all the customers are here, what about the food… wait, I didn't finish saying, where are you going?"

"To cook!" Without looking back, Chen Mo waved his hand and locked the kitchen door behind him.

Rong Ye stared blankly for a moment, but by the time she rushed over, it was already too late to stop him, so she stood frozen, staring at the wooden door.

A few staff members exchanged glances and couldn't help but hesitantly ask, "Sister Rong, do you think the kitchen might explode? What if the whole restaurant blows up?"

"It can't be that dramatic, can it?" Rong Ye blinked in surprise, her expression conflicted, though she couldn't hide a hint of concern.

The staff sighed in unison, gazing up at the ceiling and praying in unison, "God, please grant us our humble wish! Tonight, we don't ask for the food to be perfect, we just ask that no one dies, or even gets seriously injured!"

As the chaos continued outside the kitchen, Chen Mo, after locking the door, snapped his fingers.

Before the sound of his snap had even faded, Guo Guo, Benben, and Nuonuo appeared in a line, ready for inspection.

Chen Mo casually sat down on a chair, lighting a cigarette. "Benben, get the recipes for all the dishes on the menu. Nuonuo, read them out to Guo Guo, and as for you, Guo Guo…"

"Boss, I can steam the ingredients, but I don't know how to cook!" Before Chen Mo could give further instructions, Guo Guo looked worried.

Chen Mo exhaled a few smoke rings, his fingers glowing with green light as he pointed toward Guo Guo. "I know you can't cook, but if I give you a bit of Green Light, I'm sure you can do it!"

Before his words finished, Guo Guo froze in place, then trembled as he began to shake.

The hissing, glowing