Mr. Yan is going on a business trip to City C. Gu Qinglan initially thought that she would have another vacation and would not be able to see Mr. Yan for a few days...uh no, it means she won't be able to enjoy Aunt Mei's delicious breakfast for a few days.

The result was not as expected.

"Why does Mr. Yan suddenly want to take me on a business trip?" Gu Qinglan curiously looked at the sky outside the airplane.

"I can't bear to part with you." Mr. Yan concisely and openly expressed his reluctance, unable to hide the fact that he couldn't bear the thought of not seeing this little foodie for a few days.

"Ah?" Gu Qinglan closed her eyes, pretending not to hear. Hey hey hey, Mr. Tyrant, don't be so ambiguous, I might take it seriously.

Mr. Yan couldn't help but find his act of pretending to be blind adorable, with his thick, trembling eyelashes.

As soon as the plane landed, there were already people waiting at the airport. The main purpose of this trip to City C was to visit the winery under the company and check the progress.

The weather in City C was gloomy, and on this day, a gentle drizzle was falling. The drivers at the distillery were in the midst of shuttling back and forth, and it was currently two o'clock in the afternoon.

Mr. Yan was dressed in a thin knitted cardigan, a gentle shade of light blue, exuding a gentlemanly charm. Miss Gu, on the other hand, wore a loose hooded sweatshirt with red-and-white stripes, which complemented her fair complexion and rosy cheeks. This vibrant attire caught Mr. Yan's attention, causing him to steal a few more glances.

Under AL's ownership, there are three major wineries, two of which are located domestically - Pearl Winery and Blaze Winery. After the wine is matured, it is bottled and packaged at the winery.

The distillery is located in an industrial area within the city, actually only a few dozen kilometers away from the Pearl Winery. The aged wine in the cellar will be directly transported here to be bottled.

Business trips are indeed just business trips, lacking the imagined delicacies and beautiful scenery. Gu Qinglan disinfected her whole body and put on a professional sterile suit and headgear before following Mr. Yan into the factory area. The towering industrial machinery and heavy smell of alcohol created an immaculate world, evoking intense sensations.

The person in charge and the factory manager were both very meticulous. They were constantly introducing Mr. Yan to the quality of these several batches of liquor produced this year. There were many types of liquor, and there were too many production lines. Mr. Yan had to inspect each one individually, as well as test the quality of the liquor, the sealability of the bottles, and the storage environment after the products were finished.

Until six or seven o'clock, the work still hadn't been finished. The director also didn't mention anything about having dinner. He understood the style of this young boss. Unless he brought it up himself, everything would be in vain. In the past, Mr. Yan usually worked at the winery until eight or nine o'clock without eating. That was the norm.

Gu Qinglan followed behind, growing hungrier and hungrier. She sighed, clutching her stomach, realizing that going on a business trip wasn't a good thing after all.

Mr. Yan seemed to have heard his inner thoughts. "Let's stop here for today," he said.

The factory director felt a bit surprised as he said, "Mr. Yan, I had already asked the secretary to reserve a table at the usual place. If it's convenient, we can go there now."

Gu Qinglan realized that she could finally eat, so she followed closely behind Mr. Yan, afraid of lagging behind. The factory manager thought to himself: This bodyguard is indeed very diligent.

Only Mr. Yan knows what this guy is thinking.

The dishes were placed on the table, including foie gras roll, sea bass, vegetarian abalone, braised fish maw, and fresh shrimp balls.

Although C City is known as the gourmet capital, dining in hotels unavoidably entails a certain degree of pretentiousness. They serve up a large plate filled with ice cubes, and just a small portion of lobster.

There is also the exquisitely arranged dish that can be considered a work of art, with only a few pieces of beef to eat. It's not that he doesn't have manners, it's just that there are seven or eight high-ranking officials at the table who haven't really touched their chopsticks, so he doesn't dare to indulge in gluttony.

During the meeting, Mr. Yan excused himself and went to the restroom, leaving the remaining executives' gaze focused on him. Gu Qinglan suddenly felt extremely uneasy, as her social anxiety began to flare up.

The factory director spoke kindly, "Young man, do you have enough to eat?"

Gu Qinglan said nervously, "That's enough, I'm full." Even if she wasn't full, she couldn't say it aloud...

The factory manager asked the waiter to pour him a glass of wine and said, "Here, have a drink. This is a good wine."

Gu Qinglan smiled and said, "No, I can't really hold my liquor."

"Too modest. How could a glass of red wine be of any concern? There will be a dedicated driver later on. In this weather in C city, if you don't have a glass of red wine, it'll be hard to sleep at night!"

"You're also Mr. Yan's bodyguard, so you mustn't be modest." Others chimed in, urging Gu Qinglan not to shy away. Feeling helpless, she took the glass of red wine handed to her. If she had to die, then so be it. If she was going to get drunk, then let it be. Tilting her head back, she finished the entire glass in one gulp. Mmm... it actually tasted quite good.

As soon as Mr. Yan returned, he knew something was wrong. Gu Qinglan was sitting in her seat, staring blankly at him, with a slightly flushed face.

Gu Qinglan got drunk.

Mr. Yan's expression turned slightly solemn.

The others repeatedly apologized, never expecting that there would actually be someone who would get drunk after just one glass. It seems that good intentions can sometimes lead to unintended consequences for those who spend their days in the brewery.

Gu Qinglan waved her hand indifferently, her smile warm, her tone slightly tipsy. "It's...it's fine... It was my own idea to drink..." Before she could finish speaking, she was pulled away by Mr. Yan.

A few experienced individuals exchanged puzzled glances: Is this a bodyguard or a prince?

Mr. Yan has an independent apartment in City C, and the driver usually drives him here.

Secretary Yao Jie has already arranged for someone to clean the house during the day, making it appear tidy yet monotonous.

Mr. Yan helped Gu Qinglan into his room. Gu Qinglan curled up in the bed and murmured, "Mr. Yan... I'm so hungry..."

Mr. Yan made a phone call to have porridge delivered. He took out a set of pajamas from the cloakroom and found another set for Gu Qinglan. The clothes still carried the scent of sunshine.

Gu Qinglan's mind was fuzzy with intoxication. She said, "Mr. Yan... I'm so hungry..."

Soon, someone delivered porridge to the door. The pumpkin and millet porridge was cooked until it became sticky and soft. Mr. Yan helped the person up, and Gu Qinglan drank the porridge from the bowl in his hand. Like a cat, he finished it all in one go.

Some people, when they get drunk, act like children. Mr. Yan wiped the corner of his mouth for one of them, and suddenly Gu Qinglan grabbed his wrist, her eyes sparkling. "Mr. Yan, you're so kind... besides my father, who else has treated me so well..."

Mr. Yan was very impolite and said, "Call me dad."

"Dad!" Gu Qinglan exclaimed without any hesitation. "Dad, Dad!"

"Good boy." Mr. Yan smoothed his hair on top of his head.

"Daddy..." Gu Qinglan's voice was gentle and soft, with a slight trembling at the end, as if she was acting spoiled.

"......" Mr. Yan felt a mental burden instead.

Gu Qinglan leaned against his arm and asked, "Why don't you and mom want me and my little brother anymore?"

Mr.Yan's brow furrowed as he reviewed the information he had gathered. It appeared that Gu Qinglan's parents had died in a car accident. At that time, Gu Qinglan was not even sixteen years old, yet he was already involved in the world of boxing with his younger brother, Gu Yulan.

Gu Qinglan fell asleep leaning against him, and Mr. Yan put him on the bed. The weather in City C was a bit chilly, and drinking a little red wine indeed helped with sleep.

In the late night, Gu Qinglan suddenly started making a fuss, clamoring for Mr. Yan to play Idiom Chain with him.

Mr. Yan came first... Gu Qinglan embraced his waist on the bed, her eyes sparkling as she looked at him.

Mr. Yan rubbed his tired forehead, recalling his name, "青出于蓝."

"Blue... blue sky, white clouds, green mountains, and blue waters..." Gu Qinglan was very excited.

"The water is clear without fish."

"Yu Xiang Rou Si... No, no, Yu Yue Cheng Long..."

"Roaming the Four Seas." Mr. Yan deliberately chose a simple one.

"SpongeBob... SpongeBob..."

"Baby, go to sleep."

"...Mr. Yan, this isn't an idiom," Gu Qinglan argued seriously.

"...... Is SpongeBob SquarePants also an idiom?"

"Mr. Yan, please quickly change to a different one."

"Baby Bus..." Mr. Yan also acted like a spoiled child.

Gu Qinglan was taken aback for a moment before smiling and saying, "This doesn't seem right..."

Mr. Yan had no choice but to switch, "BMW luxury car."

"Car... Car noodles?" Gu Qinglan shook her head and tried again, "Bustling with traffic... Traffic... Dragon's beard noodles?"

It seems like this little foodie can't live without eating.