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Chapter 594 - 384 Thanks to Me? _3

Chapter 594: Chapter 384 Thanks to Me? _3

"Xiao Yu, you must be tired from running around all morning, give me the apron. I’ll be Lawyer Lin’s assistant, and you all just sit and wait!"

She pushed Xiao Yu out of the kitchen under the guise of propriety.

"Eh? But..."

"It’s okay, Xiao Yu, let him do it if he wants to help, come on, let’s go back to the room," Yan Weiwei glanced at the two of them.

"Uh... what for?"

"The new clothes that arrived today, hehehe~"

Xiao Yu: "..."

Lin Haitang: "..."

...

"Chop chop chop!" The crisp sound of chopping vegetables filled the somewhat tranquil kitchen.

Lin Haitang, wearing an apron, stirred with a wooden spoon, her head bowed to reveal her fair neck, and her tight jeans accentuated her long, straight legs.

Seeing Lin Haitang so engrossed and serious about cooking, Meng Lang washed his hands with glee and leaned in to ask.

"Haitang, is there anything I can help with?"

The kitchen was spacious, but it still felt a bit cramped with two people. Feeling the man’s proximity, Lin Haitang unconsciously shrank her neck.

She gave him a cold look for such an affectionate private nickname.

Unable to avoid him, she pointed helplessly to the side, "Well, could you please marinate the chicken then?"

"Sure thing!"

"Um... what are you doing?"

"Oh! I was unconsciously using a technique for promoting blood circulation and dissipating bruises. I thought it might help the flavor to sink in more?"

Lin Haitang: "..."

While handling the chicken, Meng Lang glanced around the kitchen at the ingredients prepared and suddenly felt puzzled.

"Say, Haitang, you aren’t cooking all this just to thank me today, are you?"

"You... you’re overthinking it!" Lin Haitang’s face turned slightly unnatural, but her chopping speed suddenly increased.

After a while, she added in a quieter voice.

"If there’s someone to thank, it’s on behalf of those workers at the Bin City Shipyard..."

When Mr. Feng called personally a few days ago, emotionally expressing his gratitude, Lin Haitang knew there must have been a turnaround for the Bin City Shipyard.

She didn’t know what methods Meng Lang used, but that didn’t prevent her from "secretly" expressing her gratitude.

"If you want to thank me, just say it straightforwardly, no need to beat around the bush," Meng Lang chuckled, then became puzzled again.

"However, you have no ties to Bin City Shipyard, why do you seem so concerned about it?"

"Well... most of the workers there are unregistered rural migrant workers. If the shipyard goes bankrupt, those workers are going to have a tough time this year.

Not to mention getting their wages on time, being owed for three to five years is quite common.

I’ve dealt with many similar cases. Even when they are in the right, the delays can mean that many families can’t even afford their children’s school fees.

It’s not that I’m overly concerned, I’ve just seen it happen too often, and if I can help, I’ll do what I can."

Watching her calm face, still focused on cooking, Meng Lang was momentarily distracted.

He couldn’t help but shake his head and chuckle.

"Has anyone told you that with your personality, you’re the classic type of person who’s cold on the outside but warm on the inside?"

Lin Haitang glanced at Meng Lang, her look full of meaning.

"Mm! Weiwei has said that!"

Meng Lang: "..."

He looked up to the sky with an expression of speechlessness.

"You can show warmth to unrelated migrant workers, but you can’t do the same for me? Isn’t a lawyer supposed to be all about fairness?

Can I request to be treated fairly?"

"With this matter... no!"

"Can... can I sue you?"

"The court is unlikely to accept such a case, and even if it did, your chances of winning aren’t great..."

"How would you know without trying!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Haitang put down her knife and looked at him with a resigned expression.

"Meng Lang, actually..."

"Stop right there!" He didn’t need to think too hard to know that this guy was definitely about to serve him some cliched pep talk like "there are plenty more fish in the sea."

He stared earnestly at Lin Haitang.

"Don’t call me Meng Lang, call me the plaintiff!"

Lin Haitang: "..."

...

"Dinner’s ready!"

"Wow! It smells so good! Let me have a—huh?"

Yan Weiwei’s expression went from excitement to confusion, then to emotionless...

Fried rice with eggs, pork rib and lotus root soup, scallion braised Wuchang fish...

She glanced sideways at Lin Haitang.

"Are you sure this meal... is to thank me?"