#231 - Chapter 231 Take Lin Xiaoqian to the shooting range!

Putting the wine away, Song Qingquan opened the back door.

There was a lot of food in the car.

The meat was mainly pork, chicken, and beef. After vacuum packaging, the meat could be preserved for ten to twelve months.

The vegetables included corn, chestnuts, beans, etc. These could be stored for about five months when packaged and frozen.

"Brother Song, you've prepared a lot."

Lin Chen said with a smile.

Song Qingquan coughed lightly, "Brother Lin, thank you for your trouble. Wan'er has been eating more these days, and her condition has improved. I hope she can recover soon."

"Okay."

Lin Chen nodded.

The two of them carried the remaining dishes upstairs.

Lin Chen quickly busied himself. For four people, six dishes were enough, but each dish had to be substantial. Lin Chen made each dish three times the usual portion.

Song Qingquan could pack up two-thirds of it to take away.

"Brother Lin, you handle the ingredients so quickly."

Song Qingquan said in amazement at the kitchen door. He wanted to help, but Lin Chen didn't let him, not because he was a guest, but because he was likely to be more of a hindrance.

"Brother Song, do you remember Pan Jia?"

Lin Chen asked while processing the ingredients.

Song Qingquan nodded and said, "Of course, I remember. Didn't you tell me that she had a conflict with you and asked us not to cooperate with her? We didn't cooperate with her."

"Pan Jia has cooperated with the Zheng family."

"Do you know anything about this?"

Lin Chen inquired.

Song Qingquan shook his head, "I'm not clear about this. However, the Zheng family's strength is not very strong. Even if she cooperates with the Zheng family, there shouldn't be any problems, right?"

Lin Chen said, "Zheng Qingshan used to want his son Zheng Xu to marry into the Xu family. I think there's a problem with their alliance."

Song Qingquan pondered.

"There is indeed a connection."

"Zheng Qingshan is an old fox, but he didn't care about our Song family, nor did he care about the other big shots. Pan Jia's husband's family alone can't give him that kind of confidence."

Lin Chen glanced at Song Qingquan.

"Brother Song, my relationship with the Zheng family is not good. Ordinary people don't know, and Pan Jia probably doesn't know either. The Zheng family may not have known that my relationship with Pan Jia was bad."

"Did they hook up by coincidence, or did someone help them connect and bring them together?"

Song Qingquan's expression changed slightly.

He was silent for a while and said, "Brother Lin, are you saying that someone within our Song family helped them connect?"

"Brother Song, I didn't say that."

Song Qingquan took a deep breath and said, "The day before yesterday, Dad told us that he planned to divide the family property. This way, we won't have to fight over the property after he's gone."

"The eldest brother is the head of the family and gets the most, and my second brother and I get less. I don't have any objections, but my second brother doesn't agree with this division."

"In the end, we didn't reach an agreement."

Lin Chen didn't speak.

Song Qingquan said in a muffled voice, "Brother Lin, do you suspect that my second brother facilitated the cooperation between Pan Jia's husband's family and the Zheng family?"

"My second brother is not that kind of person."

"He's always been quite good to me."

"He knows that I have a good relationship with you."

Lin Chen muttered to himself. It seemed that what he had told Song Lao, Song Lao had not told Song Qingquan. Song Qingquan still thought that his second brother was a good person.

"Brother Song, maybe I'm overthinking it."

Lin Chen said.

Song Lao didn't mention it, and he didn't tell Song Qingquan either. Although he had a good relationship with Song Qingquan, the relationship between Song Qingquan and his brothers was also very good on the surface.

Time gradually passed.

The house began to fill with an enticing aroma.

Lin Chen displayed his mythical-level cooking skills.

On the balcony, Song Wan kept swallowing her saliva. Smelling such a fragrance, her appetite increased.

"Brother Song, after I finish each dish, take the extra ones to the refrigerated truck downstairs."

Lin Chen said.

He knew that Song Qingquan had found a refrigerated truck. There was also a vacuum machine in the refrigerated truck. After taking the dishes down, they could be quickly vacuum-sealed and then frozen.

When eating, just take out a portion and thaw it.

"Okay."

Song Qingquan nodded.

He needed to run a few more trips for each dish, but the faster it was frozen, the longer the dishes could be preserved.

It was noon.

Song Qingquan packed up a lot of dishes, and the remaining dishes were also brought to the table. This time, the dishes didn't look as good, but they smelled even better than usual.

"Brother Song, try them."

"My cooking skills have improved recently."

Lin Chen said with a smile.

"Yes, I've wanted to try them for a long time. They smell so good."

Song Qingquan picked up a piece of meat and put it in his mouth. His eyes revealed a look of shock. This meat was even more delicious than what he had eaten before.

"Brother Lin, your cooking skills were already so amazing, and there's still room for improvement!"

Song Qingquan said in disbelief.

Song Wan also silently picked up a piece of meat.

After eating this piece of meat, she felt that her taste buds were completely opened.

She thought this dish was very, very delicious.

Before, when Lin Chen was at the legendary level, Song Wan could eat the dishes he made, but she wouldn't find them very delicious. This time, the situation was completely different from before.

"Dad, I feel like I'm normal again."

"I think I can eat other dishes."

After taking a few bites of the dish, Song Wan said excitedly.

"Really?"

Song Qingquan's expression was even more excited than Song Wan's.

Song Wan nodded.

"Brother Lin, what's the situation?"

Song Qingquan looked at Lin Chen and asked.

Lin Chen: "Song Wan's feeling should be real, but my dishes should only temporarily restore her to normal."

"You can test how long it will last."

Song Qingquan said happily, "Brother Lin, if eating once can keep her normal for several days, then the dishes packed this time might last for three or four months."

"Okay."

Lin Chen nodded.

"Eating and drinking normally for three or four months like this, I estimate that Song Wan will fully recover."

Song Qingquan's eyes were red.

"Thank you, thank you!"

...

"Beep, beep!"

Song Qingquan and the others left, and Lin Chen's phone rang.

It was Tian Lang calling.

Lin Chen answered the phone. On the other end of the phone, Tian Lang said, "Mr. Lin, when are you free? I'll arrange a car to pick you up to go to a special shooting range to practice shooting."

"Your gun license has been approved."

"But you need to pass the shooting level before I can give it to you."

Lin Chen's eyes lit up.

With a gun license, he could legally own a gun. For a man, this was a very big temptation.

"Tian Lang, can I bring my daughter over?"

Lin Chen asked.

Tian Lang thought for a while and said, "It's up to you. The shooting range will be a bit noisy at that time. Just don't scare Lin Xiaoxi."

"Well... she's quite brave."

Lin Chen said, "You can arrange for someone to come over now. I can drive myself and follow the car you arrange."

Tian Lang: "Then come downstairs."

"Just drive yourself and follow our car."

Not long after, Lin Chen and the others arrived at the underground parking lot.

"Mr. Lin, please follow us closely."

"It will take about an hour and a half on the road."

A person came down from a silver van and said.

There were three people in this silver van. They were one of the small teams secretly protecting Lin Chen.

"Okay."

Lin Chen set off with Lin Xiaoxi.

Lin Xiaoxi quickly fell asleep. By the time she woke up, Lin Chen had already arrived at the shooting range.

"Mr. Lin, my name is Wang Rui."

"I will teach you how to practice shooting in the following time."

"You better be able to spare two hours every day to practice shooting. The sooner you practice well, the sooner I can be free."

A young man came to Lin Chen and said.

He wasn't very happy in his heart.

He was a soldier king-level existence, a sharpshooter. He was originally going to carry out a mission, but as a result, he was arranged by his superiors to teach people how to practice shooting.

In his opinion, Lin Chen must be a playboy. He didn't have much affection for such playboys.