Dr. Lin, you hurt me.

Chapter 193 Zhang Yan's Daughter's Red

They were all foxes, and Ye Xin saw through them but didn't say anything. "I didn't expect Mr. Zhang to have such leisure time that he would come here by himself and book a private room for dinner."

Zhang Yan asked Xiao Tang to push him to the table. "Because I heard that the food here is delicious, I certainly won't treat myself badly, so I'll come and try it. Mr. Ye has also seen that my current physical condition is not suitable for eating out, what if I get bumped into something?"

Zhang Yan stood up by himself with the help of the armrests of his wheelchair, and then sat on the chair on the other side of the table.

Ye Xin just looked up at Zhang Yan's action and continued to eat his crab. This crab was troublesome to eat, but Ye Xin was not a person who was afraid of trouble, and he carefully picked the crab meat.

Watching Ye Xin's actions, Zhang Yan couldn't help but think of Lin Feng peeling shrimp for him. This guy is really something. He doesn't even reply to messages. He is even busier than him.

After Zhang Yan sat on the dining chair, Xiao Tang pushed the wheelchair out of the box.

There were only two people left, and Ye Xin's attitude towards Zhang Yan remained the same.

"What a coincidence. I have an appointment with someone for dinner, so I'm not as interested as Mr. Zhang." Ye Xin's movements were very elegant, but he said that he was not as interested as Zhang Yan.

It's almost like saying that Zhang Yan came here to eat because he had nothing to do, but people like them, how could they have free time?

"It seems that the other party broke the appointment, so I can take advantage of the opportunity."

Ye Xin continued to eat his crabs and ignored Zhang Yan.

"You must have the best rice wine to eat crabs. I happen to have a jar of girl's wine that is the same age as me. If Mr. Ye doesn't mind, we can drink some together."

Ye Xin was surprised to hear this, because since ancient times, people would save daughter red wine after giving birth to a daughter, and take it out to drink when the daughter got married.

Zhang Yan was going to take out a jar of girl's red wine that was the same age as him. If this was said to someone else, others would mistakenly think that Zhang Yan was going to have a business marriage with Ye Xin.

"As far as I know, Ms. Zhang has no sisters." If Ye Xin hadn't known about the Tiangong Group before, he would have misunderstood.

Zhang Yan picked up his phone and sent a message, explaining to Ye Xin with a smile.

"When my mother was pregnant, she dreamed of a very cute little girl, so she insisted that it was a daughter in her belly, and prepared hundreds of jars of daughter's red wine for me. I didn't expect that... But these daughter's red wines are still stored in the wine cellar."

The box door was knocked again, and this time it was Zhang Yan who answered first.

Xiao Tang came in with an opened jar of wine in his hand, followed by several waiters holding two bowls of warmed rice wine with shredded ginger, and some wine warming utensils.

"I'll just drink one bowl to accompany Mr. Ye. No more, otherwise my attending physician will come over." Zhang Yan signaled Xiao Tang to put the jar of wine next to Ye Xin.

The waiter then placed the wine warming utensils and fresh shredded ginger next to Ye Xin.

Zhang Yan raised the wine bowl to Ye Xin, then took a sip. It was warm, mellow and smooth.

Ye Xin no longer rejected Zhang Yan's kindness. No matter whether his story was true or false, the aroma of this thirty-year-old rice wine could not deceive anyone.

It would be not worth it to waste the good wine.

Ye Xin was drinking and eating crabs by himself. Zhang Yan did not disturb him and was eating a bowl of shrimp and meat wontons in front of him. There were two small green vegetables floating in the bowl.

When Zhang Yan saw the wonton bowl while looking at the menu in the next room, he ordered a bowl of it. The restaurant will prepare the other dishes according to the minimum consumption standard.

It was just because Zhang Yan wanted to eat the wontons made by Aunt Qinfen. The small wontons floated in the soup bowl with a little vinegar and homemade chili oil, which was very appetizing.

I can’t eat spicy food now, so a bowl of hot wontons will make my stomach feel better. The broth base is naturally delicious, but it lacks the taste of home.

Xiao Tang is now in the next room enjoying a large table of delicious food. The boss can eat and drink without him feeding him.

Ye Xin had no opinion on Zhang Yan's practice of sitting in a private room with a minimum consumption of tens of thousands and eating only a bowl of wontons. There are all kinds of people in this world, as long as they don't affect his meal, it's fine.

In this way, the two of them had lunch without disturbing each other.

After the meal, Zhang Yan said he wanted to go to the coffee table next to him to drink some tea to sober up. Ye Xin was about to help Zhang Yan up, but Zhang Yan waved his hand, stood up and walked slowly to the coffee table and sat down. He was still sitting in the guest seat.

As the host, Ye Xin skillfully washes tea sets, sorts tea leaves, brews tea and other complicated steps. Ye Xin likes these old-fashioned methods very much. Although the steps are a bit cumbersome, he can find inner peace in the process.

Finally, Ye Xin poured two cups of tea from the fairness cup into the small teacup and handed one cup to Zhang Yan.

"Good tea, it's true that our own stuff is better, whether it's the ancient or modern method." Zhang Yan has been studying in the UK for several years. It's good enough for him to have a decent meal. Naturally, he doesn't care about these leisurely and elegant things. He even buys his coffee ready-made.

"Although I have been abroad for several years and have seen the outside world, I still believe that our domestic products are not worse than those abroad. After all, the wisdom of our ancestors is there. It's just that our development stagnated for a while, so our starting point in some high-tech products is a little worse, but we are also working hard to narrow the gap."

Ye Xin agreed with Zhang Yan's opinion, but he was very hesitant about letting his company take risks because of these gaps.

Zhang Yan also knew what Ye Xin was hesitating about and continued to increase the stakes.

"Mr. Ye is also clear about the current international situation. The cost of imports is getting higher and higher, but you as a customer have no say. We have developed substitutes. Although some product parameters are not as good as foreign products, this does not affect their use. The cost reduction is not a little bit.

Now the country is also encouraging us to conduct independent research and development to reduce our dependence on foreign imported products. Why don’t we give it a try? If it works, we can gradually replace some imported products.”

Everyone understands the principle that this is a mutually beneficial thing, but negotiations need to be done slowly at the table.

"To support the development of domestic technology, Ye is willing to contribute and give everyone a chance to try. But the cost of trial and error is a bit high, and Mr. Zhang's jar of daughter's red wine may not be enough."

Ye Xin had also seen samples of Zhang Yan's company's product, and had also conducted testing and analysis for his own company's R&D department and a third-party testing company.

There is indeed a gap between the imported products they are using now, and this gap is mainly reflected in the increase in the time it takes for workers to work on dark yellow parts. However, if this gap can be made up in terms of cost, it is not impossible to use it. After all, this can reduce the disadvantage of long inventory cycles caused by long-distance transportation.