I'm the Culinary God

"Director Zeng, are you really okay?"

Qi Siming looked frustrated as he encountered a traffic jam coming out of the Yanjing Hotel, struggled to make it over, wanted to squeeze out some time, and unexpectedly ran into someone, and it turned out to be one of their own.

Zeng Xiaoqi moved her body a bit, didn’t really feel anything, it was just a fall on her butt.

No external injuries on her, not even the clothes were damaged.

But Qi Siming didn’t fare as well. Not only had his jeans been scraped, but his riding suit was also torn, clearly from rolling on the ground.

She said:

"I’m fine. Is your body okay? There’s a clinic nearby, shall I accompany you for some bandaging?"

"No need... hissing, the video shooting today might not happen."

Qi Siming was about to lift his beloved motorcycle from the side of the greenery, but found the scraped areas on his body were a bit painful.

Who would have thought, distracted for a moment, and ended up hitting someone?

Just then, at the Ziqiang Shengjian shop nearby, Yang Lin popped his head out intending to watch the commotion. Upon seeing it was Zeng Xiaoqi and Qi Siming, he immediately ran over:

"Sister Xiaoqi, what happened with you guys? The bang scared me."

Zeng Xiaoqi smiled wryly:

"I wasn’t watching the road just now and bumped into Master Qi... Quickly lift the motorcycle and push it to the roadside, don’t block others from getting off work."

Yang Lin responded immediately and lifted the red Ducati by the greenery.

Seeing Qi Siming’s miserable state, he originally thought the bike would be scattered with parts, but it unexpectedly only had some plastic outer shell fragments broken, the body was perfectly intact.

Indeed, a good bike is resistant to damage!

Yang Lin looked at this red motorcycle with some envy, wondering when he could afford such a bike. It was so beautiful, with perfectly striking lines.

Qi Siming took his helmet and came beside the motorcycle, said thanks, then locked the bike, and prepared to go to the nearby clinic for some bandaging with the keys in hand.

He pulled out his phone, fortunately, it hadn’t been damaged, and made a call to Lin Xu:

"Boss Lin, sorry, today’s video might not be shot, just fell riding the bike and hit Director Zeng... No harm done, Director Zeng is fine, I just have some scrapes, I’ll get bandaged up later, no need for you all to come, it’s not a big problem."

In the shop, Lin Xu said:

"Today’s pastry making video won’t be shot, Qi Siming rode and bumped into Sister Xiaoqi at the street corner... said it’s not a big problem."

Upon hearing this, Chen Yan immediately enthusiastically put on her new furry hat and said:

"Haha, I’ll go watch the excitement... Last time, Director Zeng was fantasizing about meeting love around the corner, only to be met with a collision instead..."

Shu Yun blinked:

"This might not be certain, they are of similar age, a lone man and woman, might have bumped into something emotional."

"Then I definitely must go, you all used to tease me about Ren Jie, now I must witness and firmly grasp Director Zeng’s tail."

Chen Yan showed a face full of glee.

Humph, work is managed by me, life is seized by me, the bear isn’t bigger than me, let’s see if little Qiqi dares to be naughty next time.

Shen Jiayue originally wanted to join the fun too, but considering it’s quite cold outside, she addressed Chen Yan:

"If it’s serious, remember to call me; we have contacts at the hospital."

"Don’t worry, I know."

Chen Yan, in her Martin boots, stomped downstairs, seeing Dundun aimlessly pacing at the service desk and curiously muttered:

"Could it be this little kitten arranged it?"

After murmuring, she found it unlikely, she holds a master’s degree and must firmly believe in materialism.

Moreover, Zeng Xiaoqi didn’t seem to have prayed in front of Dundun. Just a moment ago, she left with an aura of wanting to end up alone, not longing for love.

If this was Dundun’s arrangement, then this little fellow is truly rebellious.

The more one wants to end up alone, the more fate is arranged; it’s entirely not playing by the rules...

She zipped her down jacket all the way up, popped up the collar, and strode out the store, heading to check on the clinic situation at the street corner.

If it doesn’t work, I’ll head to the hospital, can’t be a tough guy in this situation.

Not long ago there was a news online, a person got hit by a car, settled for six thousand bucks privately, and suddenly died six days later.

Some internal injuries and organ damages are not felt, and there aren’t any obvious symptoms. In such cases, it’s better to have a thorough checkup at the hospital.

Upon arriving at the street corner, Chen Yan saw scattered plastic fragments from the motorcycle, and saw the red motorcycle too.

The clinic was beside the Ziqiang Shengjian shop.

When she approached, she happened to see Yang Lin:

"Was the collision serious just now?"

"Not serious, Sister Xiaoqi is fine, just Master Qi with some scrapes."

Chen Yan reached the clinic door, just about to push it open, and saw inside the over fifty years old female doctor, while applying medicine to Qi Siming’s scraped areas, was nagging at Zeng Xiaoqi:

"You, as a girlfriend, why don’t you get a hold of it? Can a motorcycle be ridden that fast?"

Qi Siming awkwardly smiled, just about to speak, but the doctor continued:

"And you, with such a beautiful girlfriend, still riding so fast, risking your life? Fortunately, it’s winter, wearing thick clothes; if it were summer, you would truly suffer..."

The two initially wanted to explain, but this female doctor’s nagging was like an elder’s, preventing them from interjecting, so they could only tacitly nod their heads: