Ghost Exorciser: The Oust Fake Heiress Strikes

Chapter 594: Tear Inducing Story

The moment that comment appeared, countless viewers immediately agreed."Exactly!"

"That description fits her perfectly!"

"Brutally honest is definitely the right phrase."

Meanwhile, Song Nian let out a cold snort. "Since you’re so curious, I’ll tell you."

He slowly folded his arms. "A few years ago, I opened a restaurant together with someone who later became quite famous."

A trace of bitterness flashed through his weathered eyes.

"That shameless man secretly stole nearly half of my recipes. After learning everything he wanted, he kicked me out."

His fingers unconsciously tightened.

"Not only that, he even used his influence to suppress me everywhere. No matter where I tried opening another restaurant, he made things difficult. In the end, I had no choice but to hide inside this tiny alley where he wouldn’t bother looking for me."

When he finished speaking, the air around him seemed noticeably heavier.

Lana quietly nodded. Then she seriously replied, "That’s a very tear-inducing story."

Song Nian immediately frowned. His beard twitched slightly. "Young lady, are you making fun of me?"

Lana hurriedly shook her head. "No."

She picked up another mouthful of noodles before slowly placing them into her mouth. Closing her eyes, she nodded in satisfaction.

Only after swallowing did she look back at Song Nian. "If your noodles are this delicious..."

She gently tapped the bowl.

"Then why didn’t you try promoting your restaurant? I’m absolutely sure people would love these noodles. There is something truly special about them."

Song Nian absentmindedly stroked his beard. A faint smile finally appeared.

"Young lady, you may be strange. And a little weird. But you’re surprisingly good at pointing out problems."

He sighed.

"The truth is, I did try promoting the restaurant. But that competitor keeps suppressing everything related to my business. So tell me, how exactly am I supposed to advertise?"

Lana blinked. Suddenly, her eyes lit up. "I’ve got an idea."

She pointed upward. The camera drone hovering above them quietly adjusted its angle.

"See that drone? It’s following me because of the competition."

She smiled confidently.

"Right now, millions of people are watching this livestream. How about this? You give everyone a discount. I’m sure plenty of viewers will come here to try your noodles."

Song Nian looked thoughtfully at the drone before chuckling.

"Fine.I’ll give everyone five percent off."

Lana immediately pouted. "Hey! Old man! That’s too stingy."

She dramatically placed both hands on the table. "At least make it six percent."

The livestream instantly exploded with laughter.

"HAHAHAHA! When she started bargaining, I thought she’d ask for at least twenty percent!"

"She only fought for one extra percent?"

"Lana, you’re too adorable!"

Another viewer quickly commented,

"Even if you’re eating delicious food, don’t forget about us! One percent isn’t enough!"

"Ask for more!"

Lana looked expectantly at Song Nian. Unfortunately, the old man remained completely unmoved.

He snorted proudly. "Five percent. Take it, or leave it."

Lana immediately raised both hands in surrender. "All right! All right! Five percent it is."

She turned toward the drone. "See? I fought for everyone. But the old man simply refused to budge."

She pointed behind herself. "If you all have time later, come visit Song Family Restaurant. I promise you won’t regret it."

As she spoke, she elegantly picked up another mouthful of noodles. Her graceful eating manners immediately captivated countless viewers.

One comment quickly floated across the screen.

"If she started a mukbang channel, I’d subscribe immediately."

"She eats so elegantly that she’s making me hungry."

Another viewer wrote,

"Why do those noodles suddenly look incredibly delicious? I want to taste them right now!"

Someone else excitedly replied,

"Oh my God! I actually live just across the street from this restaurant! I’m heading there immediately!"

The comment section instantly became lively. "Wait for me! I’m going too!"

"Someone tell me if it’s really that delicious!"

Meanwhile, after completely finishing her bowl, Lana happily stood up.

She took out two thousand yuan before placing it on the table. "Old man. I’m leaving this here."

Song Nian glanced at the money before frowning. "The noodles only cost one hundred yuan."

He picked up the extra bill. "Take your remaining money back."

Lana smiled and gently pushed his hand away. "No. I feel like I owe you."

She looked sincerely at the empty bowl. "You made such incredible noodles."

She then smiled mischievously. "Besides, this restaurant is about to become famous. So why don’t you give me a special privilege?"

She proudly pointed at herself. "After all, it’ll become famous because of me."

Song Nian immediately snorted.

"Young lady. You’re seriously overestimating yourself. I’ve been running this restaurant for years. It has never become famous."

He looked at her with disbelief.

"And now you’re telling me, my restaurant will suddenly become famous simply because you came here to eat one bowl of noodles?"

Lana confidently nodded. "Exactly."

Then she grinned. "So, how about letting me eat here for free for the rest of my life?"

Song Nian couldn’t help laughing.

"Fine. If my restaurant truly becomes famous because of you, I won’t just let you eat here for free. I’ll reserve an entire private room exclusively for you."

Naturally, he never believed such a thing would actually happen.

To him, Lana was merely another overly confident young woman who enjoyed bragging.

Lana smiled brightly. "Old man, remember your promise."

With those words, she waved goodbye before leisurely walking out of the small restaurant.

Song Nian merely shook his head with a helpless smile. "What an interesting little girl."

He glanced at the two thousand yuan still lying on the table.

At the very least, the extra money would allow him to buy more fresh ingredients tomorrow. Thinking that, he quietly began wiping the tables clean.

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The following morning, just after finishing his usual cleaning routine, the wooden door suddenly creaked open.

A thin young man wearing thick-rimmed glasses cautiously stepped inside.

He looked around curiously before walking toward the counter. "Uncle Song. I’d like one bowl of noodles."

He smiled sheepishly.

"The same bowl that the young lady ate yesterday."