Chapter 346: Chapter 344: 344 You Call This a Small Restaurant?_1

“Greg… Greg Jensen.”

Lindsey Wolfe was startled, but when she realized the person in front of her was Greg Jensen, the long-suppressed fear and grievances inside her heart found an outlet and gushed out.

“Why did you only come now, sob sob…”

At this moment, the famously strong woman of Peach Blossom Village cried like a girl who had never faced the world, her tear-streaked face truly pitiable.

Greg Jensen felt the warmth in his embrace and lowered his head to gently place a kiss.

“Uh, you… what are you doing?”

Lindsey Wolfe, losing her usual boldness, shrank back like a startled rabbit, cautiously looking around. After realizing it was just her and Greg Jensen in the car, her courage grew a bit.

Her cheeks blushed as she looked down and said, “Don’t… don’t do that here, wait until we’re home at night.”

Greg Jensen reached out to hold her in his arms again, stroking her hair and whispering, “I’m sorry, I made you worry.”

“It’s okay, I just feared I’d never see you again,” Lindsey Wolfe said with a sob.

Greg Jensen sighed and smiled, “It’s okay, isn’t everything fine now? Let’s go have something to eat and then head home.”

“Mm.”

Lindsey Wolfe nodded vehemently and leaned into Greg Jensen’s embrace.

Two business vans left the villa one after another, then joined the main road on their way to Dreamscape Garden.

Greg Jensen had already checked on the elders; they just had some bruises and didn’t need to go to the hospital.

Thinking that everyone hadn’t eaten all day, he decided to take them to Dreamscape Garden.

Lindsey Wolfe only knew Greg Jensen had opened a restaurant in the city and had never been there before. Upon entering Dreamscape Garden, she was immediately shocked by everything before her eyes.

She looked at Greg Jensen in disbelief and said, “Is this the ‘little restaurant’ you told me you opened?”

“Ah, haha.”

“You call this a little restaurant?”

Lindsey Wolfe pinched the soft flesh of Greg Jensen’s waist and huffed, “Now you’ve made it big, keeping things from me.”

“No, I was just waiting to bring you here when you visited Jamae,” Greg Jensen explained while wincing, “I asked you to come last time, but you wouldn’t, let go…”

“Hmph, if I don’t teach you a lesson, your tail will start pointing up to the sky.”

“Ouch, auntie, I’m wrong, I’m wrong…”

Not until the business van stopped at the main building entrance did Lindsey Wolfe grudgingly let go, snorting, “We’ll see if you dare next time.”

“I won’t dare anymore, I won’t dare,” said Greg Jensen with a chuckle.

Meanwhile, the elders such as the Second Elder were startled as they stepped out of the car when they saw Greg Jensen bring them to such a luxurious hotel, all surprised.

Second Elder said, “Greg Jensen, this… how much will this cost?”

The Third Elder also expressed concern, “Exactly, any small restaurant would do for a bite, why waste the money?”

The next second, the greeters standing at the entrance said in unison, “Good day, General Manager Jensen!”

The Second Elder and the Third Elder, along with the others, were dumbfounded, looking at Greg Jensen with confused faces.

Greg Jensen smiled, “Second Elder, Third Elder, I own this place, there’s no charge for eating here.”

“You own it?”

“You opened such a big restaurant?”

Seeing the shock on the faces of the two elders, Greg Jensen quickly explained, “It’s not just me, I have two friends involved, too.

It’s cold outside, let’s go in quickly, we can talk inside…”

“Oh, okay…”

Even after they entered the private room, Second Master and the rest were still full of shock.

It was quite funny, Ethan Locke wasn’t clear about who was close to Greg Jensen, so he just grabbed everyone related by household registration and those who often kept in touch.

Aside from Lindsey Wolfe and Second Master and Third Master and others, the group they captured even included Uncle Marcus Jensen and Aunt Gillian Lampe.

The crowd was still bewildered when Gillian Lampe was the first to speak up, “I always said Greg couldn’t be in the wrong, you see. And look at him now, he has certainly become successful.”

At her words, the expressions of the others became strange.

When Greg had become an idiot, how did you treat him?

You occupied his land, gave him just enough food for a day to keep from starving, and now that you see Greg has recovered, you come to flatter and clasp his thigh?

Marcus Jensen’s face turned red with embarrassment, and he lowered his head in some discomfort, while Gillian Lampe, unfazed, continued to brag.

Greg was serene, and he ordered Kingsley Harrison, who had hurried over, “Start serving the dishes, and tell the chefs to showcase their best skills for me.”

“Certainly, General Manager Greg,” Kingsley nodded and left.

Gillian Lampe leaned in and asked, “Little Greg, this big restaurant of yours, it must make a profit of a hundred thousand or eighty thousand a month, right?”

“Hmm, about that,” Greg chuckled and casually replied, having long forgotten any anger he once held toward Gillian Lampe.

In other words, Gillian Lampe was no longer worth getting angry over.

Think of her as a stranger, help if you feel like it, or leave her to fend for herself if not.

However, since Uncle was present, and he had been kind to him in the past, often secretly bringing him food, he pulled Lindsey Wolfe aside to discuss.

They decided to allocate a few acres of vegetable fields to Uncle’s side, with the produce then to be repurchased by the Peach Blossom Supermarket.

These few acres of vegetable fields couldn’t make their family wealthy, but they could easily afford a comfortable life.

At least they could have meat at every meal and buy a few new clothes each season without any trouble.

A while later, having heard the news, Lois Abbott also rushed over and started whispering with Lindsey Wolfe.

Having stepped outside for a smoke, Greg saw his assistant holding the Fragrant Spirit Grass, sitting nervously in the corridor as if afraid someone might steal it.

“Hey, what’s up?”

Trey Holmes was startled and relaxed when he saw Greg, forcing a slight smile on his cold face, “I’m keeping an eye on the Fragrant Spirit Grass here, to make sure it doesn’t get lost again.”

“No worries, it won’t get lost this time. Bring the plant in and have dinner,” Greg suggested.

“Uh… okay, then.”

Watching Trey Holmes slowly enter the private room with the plant, Greg couldn’t help but smile helplessly.

At first, he thought Trey was just naturally cold and didn’t really care about anything, but after getting to know him, he realized the kid was just socially awkward, deliberately putting on a cold facade to avoid socializing, yet still a child at heart.

However, making her dine with a group of people was indeed a bit much for her.

Greg and the others had arrived early, but Dreamscape Garden was still packed, which meant the service was somewhat slow.

Before the dishes were fully served, Trey had quickly finished a bowl of rice and then said goodbye to everyone, taking the potted Fragrant Spirit Grass back to the corridor to sit.

Greg could do nothing but offer a bitter smile.

The food at Dreamscape Garden was famous far and wide, and Second Master and the others had never tasted such delicious food in their lives, but they inevitably felt restrained eating in such a fancy place.

Seeing this, Greg quickly said, “Second Master, Third Master, this is our own business, and there are no outsiders here, so there’s no need for such formality. Eat to your heart’s content.

Come, let me toast to you!”