Su Yang and Pan Chonghai chatted in the tearoom until six o'clock, when Meng Simin's voice came from outside: "Eh? Where are these two?"
"Lao Pan!! Little Su?"
"Hey~" Hearing the shout, Pan Chonghai immediately replied, "We are drinking tea~"
Click clack.
A few seconds later, Meng Simin pushed open the tearoom door and walked in. "Still drinking? It is about time to eat~"
"Alright, we are coming right away."
"Little Su, come quick and look at the grand feast your Aunt Meng has carefully prepared for you."
"Alright." The two men stood up with smiles and walked toward the dining room.
At this moment, three or four dishes were already placed on the large dining table, and Aunt Zhou and Pan Ning were helping to bring out the rest.
Su Yang walked to the table, took a look, and could not help but nod in praise, "Aunt Meng, your cooking skills are god-tier!"
"Haha, you have not even eaten yet, how is it god-tier?"
"I do not even need to eat it. Just looking at it, I know it is absolutely delicious. It has perfect color, aroma, and taste, and this plating is too professional!"
"Hehe, Little Su, I love hearing you talk~"
"Hurry and sit down, there are still a few more dishes."
"There is more? I will help bring them out."
"No, no, we agreed that you are not allowed in the kitchen today. Hurry up and sit down~"
"How can I just sit here while you are all busy?"
"If you keep being so polite, I will get angry~" Meng Simin said deliberately.
Helpless, Su Yang compromised, "Alright then~"
"That is more like it." Meng Simin smiled beautifully, turned around quickly, and walked into the kitchen.
Actually, there was a very big reason why she did not let Su Yang into the kitchen. Several of the dishes were not made by her own hands, but by Aunt Zhou.
Since she had already bragged about it earlier, for the sake of her pride, she absolutely could not let Su Yang go in and see the truth.
Su Yang did not think of this at all. In his heart, he still felt that Pan Ning's mother was different from many wealthy ladies.
Many middle-aged noblewomen of her age rarely knew how to cook, and even if they did, they hardly ever entered the kitchen. But Meng Simin was the type who was elegant in the parlor and capable in the kitchen.
Su Yang wandered around casually and walked toward Pan Chonghai, who was fetching wine.
He saw Pan Chonghai take out two bottles of thirty-year Moutai from the wine cabinet, preparing to have a good drinking match with Su Yang.
Of course, he did not know Su Yang's alcohol tolerance.
"Little Su, let us start with two bottles~"
"Alright, that should be about enough."
"Oh ho, you talk a big game, kid. About enough?"
"Hehe, my alcohol tolerance is alright."
"Is that so? Then I will go all out drinking with you later, alright?"
"No problem, I will definitely accompany you to drink to your heart's content today, Uncle Pan~"
"Haha, okay."
Soon, all the dishes were served.
Everyone was invited to take their seats. Aunt Zhou originally did not plan to eat with them, but since no one would let her leave, she finally sat down with them.
At this time, there were ten dishes and one soup on the table: garlic king crab, steamed sea bass, braised soft-shell turtle, braised pork with yuba, seafood soup, Australian lobster, secret recipe char siu, abalone and sea cucumber, and so on. It looked fantastic.
However, the garlic king crab, braised soft-shell turtle, and seafood soup among these dishes were made by Aunt Zhou.
The other dishes were indeed made by Meng Simin. Although she did not do everything by herself today, it was still quite impressive.
After Pan Chonghai poured wine for everyone, he raised his glass to welcome Su Yang and then said a few brief words.
The few of them clinked glasses and began to eat.
"Little Su, hurry and try this braised pork with yuba I made. This is my signature dish."
"Alright." Su Yang picked up a piece of perfectly marbled braised pork and put it in his mouth.
After chewing twice, he closed his eyes, made an expression of ascending to heaven, and exclaimed, "Wow, this is too delicious!! It is rich but not greasy, and it melts in the mouth. Aunt Meng, your cooking skills are simply heaven-defying!! This is the best braised pork I have ever eaten in my life, bar none!!"
Hearing such high praise, Meng Simin smiled so widely she could not close her mouth.
Pan Chonghai and Aunt Zhou held back their laughter beside them, turned their heads, and focused on eating.
"Oh my, Little Su, you really know how to praise people. It makes me feel so comfortable hearing it. If it is delicious, eat more. You young people need to eat more."
"Alright, I must finish five bowls of rice today!" Su Yang laughed.
Listening to Su Yang's exaggerated praise, Pan Ning, who was beside them, kept secretly rolling her eyes.
While everyone was eating, Meng Simin found an opportunity to interrogate Su Yang with a bunch of questions.
However, he had basically discussed these questions with Pan Chonghai earlier, so now it was nothing more than repeating them.
But upon hearing Pan Chonghai say that Su Yang would take Pan Ning home for dinner in a few days, Meng Simin suddenly became interested.
She smiled and said, "Little Su, then when are you two going back?"
"We have not set an exact time yet, but it should be in these next few days."
"Good, good, good. By the way, make sure to give my regards to your parents when you go~"
"Absolutely~"
"Your parents live in Yangcheng, right?"
"Yes."
"Then why haven't you thought about bringing them to live in Haicheng? That way, it would be convenient for our two families to visit each other in the future~"
Su Yang smiled, "I thought about that before, but my parents are quite nostalgic. They have lived in Yangcheng their whole lives, so it is hard to get them to change their minds and move to Haicheng."
"Oh, oh, so that is how it is. That is fine too, anyway, the distance is not too far, so it is alright."
"Yes, yes. I will talk to them again in the future and try my best to get them to move to Haicheng."
Meng Simin smiled, "That would be best~"
Then she looked at Pan Ning, who was eating with her head down, "You... never mind, I will talk to you alone later."
The group chatted while eating, and soon the three women were full and left the table first.
Meng Simin pulled Pan Ning to sit on the sofa. "When you go to someone's house, you need to have some situational awareness, you know?"
"What situational awareness? I only know Zulijian shoes," Pan Ning said flatly.
"Hey, do you have to go against me?"
"You need to have an eye for things that need doing. Whether it is a boy or a girl, look at Little Su. He knows to take the initiative to help me do things. Whether I let him help or not is my business, but you must have that attitude."
"You are the same. When you see his parents doing things, take the initiative to help out. Do not just bury your head in your phone and not talk. That will leave a very bad impression on people."
"Oh please, you do not need to tell me these little things. I know what to do."
"You had better know. Our family is well-educated and cultured. You must perform well when the time comes and not lose my face, do you hear me!"
"I know, I know," Pan Ning replied impatiently.
...
On the other side, Su Yang continued to drink with Pan Chonghai for a long time, until Pan Chonghai's face was completely red before the two stopped.
"Little Su, your alcohol tolerance is truly fierce. Not counting the more than half a bottle Pan Pan drank, I brought another bottle later. How come you still have no reaction at all after drinking until now?"
"Uncle Pan, to tell you the truth, I am also a little dizzy. I just do not get red in the face when I drink."
"Is that so?" Pan Chonghai stood up, swaying as he spoke.
Seeing this, Su Yang hurriedly got up and supported him. "Are you alright, Uncle Pan?"
"I am fine, I am fine!" Pan Chonghai waved his big hand. "This is nothing! I am the opposite of you. Although my face gets red, I am not drunk yet! I can drink another half a catty without a problem."
"You have a massive capacity, Uncle Pan~"
"You must be joking. I've been drinking for decades, this amount is nothing to me."
Nearby, Pan Ning shook her head helplessly at the sight. "Mom, you should keep an eye on Dad and make him drink less. He has a terrible tolerance but loves to drink."
"As if I could control him?"
"If you can't, who can?"
"You, of course."
"Me? He would never listen to me."
"By the way, Little Su also drank quite a bit today. Do not leave later, just sleep here tonight."
Pan Ning nodded. "Alright, I will tell him in a bit."
Su Yang helped the swaying Pan Chonghai over to the sofa to sit down and rest.
Pan Ning approached Su Yang and said, "We are sleeping here tonight. You have had too much to drink, so do not leave."
Su Yang nodded with a smile. "Sure, so where am I sleeping?"
"Where do you want to sleep?"
Su Yang looked at Pan Ning and smiled. Before he could say anything, Pan Ning added, "Do not even think about it. Definitely not while we are at my parents' house."
"I was not thinking anything. I just meant you could find me a guest room next to yours."
Pan Ning rolled her eyes at him. "Fine."
At eleven o'clock that night, Pan Chonghai and Meng Simin returned to their room to rest.
Pan Ning pulled Su Yang up to the third floor and found him a guest room right next to her own bedroom.
Nothing major happened during the night.
The night passed quickly.
At eight o'clock the next morning, Su Yang was woken up by his ringing phone.
Squinting, he picked up his phone and answered.
"Hello, Old Meng."
"Old Su, still sleeping?"
"Yeah, your call just woke me up."
"Time to get up. I have arranged to meet the owner of the racing track at eleven. Get ready and head straight over later. We will meet at the track."
"Alright, I am getting up now."
"Okay. By the way, what car are you driving later?" Meng Wenzhou asked.
"I will drive..." Su Yang scratched his head, thinking for a moment before continuing, "I will take the F80."
"Then I will drive the Red Dragon. We will have to race a few laps properly later."
"Haha, sure. See you later, I am going to get up and freshen up now."
"OK."
He hung up the phone, stretched his neck, and rested for a few seconds before rolling out of bed.
At nine in the morning, after the group had a simple breakfast.
Su Yang said goodbye to Pan Chonghai and Meng Simin, and drove off with Pan Ning toward Jingyutai.
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world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...

rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!

ose... to cooperate with the protagonist! Shen Yuan: I have a system! Protagonist: What? System: Holy crap, you're just spilling it out like that? Shen Yuan: Let's team up, we'll split the system rewards! Protagonist: Fifty-fifty split? Shen Yuan: No way! Protagonist: What!? I'm the one getting beaten up, and I don't get half? Shen Yuan: Forty-sixty split, I get forty, you get sixty! Protagonist: Deal! Big brother, come on, hit me! As long as it doesn't kill me, beat me like you mean it! Shen Yuan: Don't worry... I will definitely protect all of you! No one but me can lay a finger on you! Guard our Heaven's Chosen Ones! I'm the only one allowed to bully them!

young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."