At this moment, Feng Dong led Qin Feng to a private room for tea. He was extremely grateful that Qin Feng had resolved the issue.

Raising a cup of tea to toast Qin Feng, Feng Dong said, “Qin Xiaoyou, your method is incredible. You can even tell the truth from lies just by watching someone cook.”

“Elder Feng, you flatter me. It wasn’t that complex. The main thing is that Zhang Hao’s acting was too good—most people wouldn’t have noticed,” Qin Feng replied modestly, lifting his cup in return.

“Qin Xiaoyou, with your skills, why not join my restaurant? We could use fresh talent like you,” Feng Dong suggested eagerly, his eyes full of admiration.

Qin Feng chuckled and replied, “Thank you for your kindness, Elder Feng, but I prefer freedom. I’m not keen on being tied down, and my ambitions lie elsewhere.”

Hearing this, Feng Dong’s face showed a hint of disappointment, but he still tried once more. “Qin Xiaoyou, you’d still have plenty of freedom here. No strict work hours, and I’ll offer you an annual salary in the millions.”

At this point, Shen Yuanshan chimed in from the side, “Old Feng, the young man has his own plans. With Xiao Qin’s skills, he could pick any top-tier restaurant, whether in the country or abroad.”

“Sigh~ It seems I was being too pushy. Forget it, forget it. Let’s enjoy the tea.”

Realizing it was unlikely to recruit Qin Feng, Feng Dong dropped the topic.

After dinner, Qin Feng took his leave. Having had a few drinks, he walked along the street leisurely, letting the cool breeze clear his head.

Passing by a park, he found a spot to sit down and enjoy a drink he’d just bought. As he relaxed, he noticed an ambulance pulling up nearby, drawing a crowd of onlookers. Curiosity piqued, he walked over to see what was happening.

On arrival, he saw a girl lying on the ground, surrounded by a group of anxious young people who appeared to be her friends. A doctor was performing an examination.

The doctor raised his voice, “The patient’s face is swollen—likely an allergic reaction. Do you know what she’s allergic to?”

“We don’t know! Qingqing never mentioned being allergic to anything,” the group responded, shaking their heads.

“If you don’t know, that complicates things. She seems to be having a severe reaction. Even at the hospital, not knowing the allergen could delay treatment. Try contacting her parents!” the doctor instructed while continuing to administer emergency care.

However, the group of friends looked at each other helplessly. “Qingqing’s parents are traveling abroad and can’t be reached right now.”

At this moment, Qin Feng stepped forward. “Doctor, maybe I can figure out what she’s allergic to.”

“You? Are you a doctor?” The doctor glanced at Qin Feng with a flicker of hope.

“No, I’m a chef. Most allergies are food-related. If it’s something she ate, I might be able to identify it,” Qin Feng said calmly.

As a chef, a sharp sense of smell was essential, and Qin Feng’s ability to identify food aromas had been honed to perfection.

Hearing this, the doctor, seeing no other option, decided to let him try.

Kneeling beside Yang Qingqing, Qin Feng leaned in and began sniffing carefully, starting from her chest area and moving toward her mouth.

The surrounding onlookers watched this scene, their minds jumping to one word: pervert. If not for his claim about identifying the allergen, they might have already tackled him.

“It’s sesame. She’s likely allergic to sesame,” Qin Feng declared after a moment.

“Sesame? Are you sure? What if it’s something else?” One of the friends stepped forward, skeptical of his conclusion.

Qin Feng stood up, his expression steady. “I could smell traces of apples and noodles, which she likely ate tonight. Neither of those are common allergens. That leaves sesame as the culprit.”

Hearing this, the person stopped questioning him. They knew Qingqing’s usual dinner routine was an apple and a bowl of noodles.

“Got it!” the doctor said and quickly loaded Yang Qingqing into the ambulance before speeding off.

The surrounding crowd stared at Qin Feng with astonishment, still processing what had just happened. Knowing his earlier actions looked questionable, Qin Feng merely shrugged it off and hailed a cab home.

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The next day at 11 a.m., a couple burst into a hospital room. Seeing Yang Qingqing sitting up in bed, munching on an apple, they sighed with relief. The woman walked over, tapping her daughter on the head. “You silly girl! I told you not to eat outside food, but you wouldn’t listen. Look where it got you! If it weren’t for your luck, you could’ve lost your life.”

“Mom, you’re exaggerating. Look, I’m perfectly fine now,” Yang Qingqing replied with a laugh, showing no concern about last night’s events. She had eaten noodles and specifically asked for no sesame, but she still ended up having a reaction.

“I heard from the doctor that someone identified your sesame allergy and saved you in time. You should thank him properly.”

“Don’t worry, Mom. Maybe I’ll even marry him as thanks!” she joked.

“You’re such a tease. But if he’s good enough to catch my eye, I wouldn’t mind him as my son-in-law.”

“Keep dreaming, Mom. I’m enjoying my single life!” Qingqing rolled her eyes playfully.

After completing a thorough check-up, Yang Qingqing left the hospital. She had already found out who had identified her allergy last night and was on her way to thank him in person.

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When she arrived at her destination, she spotted a somewhat handsome man sitting on a chair, reading a newspaper. Realizing it was the person who had saved her, an unbidden thought of marrying him flashed through her mind, making her blush furiously.

Qin Feng noticed her staring at him and put down his newspaper. Walking over, he said, “Miss, we don’t open until six. If you’re here for food, you’ll have to find another place.”

“I’m not here to eat. Are you Qin Feng?” Yang Qingqing asked, stepping closer.

“Yes, I am. Is there something I can help you with?” he replied.

“I’m here to marry—uh, I’m here to thank you. You saved my life last night,” she stammered, nearly blurting out something embarrassing.

Qin Feng blinked in surprise before nodding. “You must be the girl with the allergy. I’m glad you’re okay. I just did what anyone would do.”

“Be honest—did you save me because you thought I was pretty?” she suddenly asked, her confidence bubbling up.

“At the time, your face was so swollen you looked like a pig’s head. Pretty wasn’t the word I’d use,” Qin Feng said with a straight face, recalling the scene.

“Ah!” Yang Qingqing let out a shriek, blushing furiously before turning and running away.

“This girl is quite the whirlwind,” Qin Feng muttered, shaking his head as he sat back down to continue reading his newspaper.