After discussing the matter, the two of them flirted for a few more words before hanging up.
Su Yang finished his cigarette and turned to walk into the living room.
Time flew by. In the blink of an eye, two or three hours had passed. At five in the afternoon, Su Yang looked at the elderly couple who were still watching TV and said, Mom, Dad, it is five o'clock. I am going to start cooking.
Su Dagang raised his hand, glanced at the Rolex Su Yang had bought him, and smiled, Yeah, it is about time. Are you really going to do it all by yourself? Are you sure you do not need your mom's help?
Su Yang shook his head with a smile. No need. You two just sit back and relax. Let your son cook a great meal for you. I guarantee you will be craving more after you eat.
Chen Liping smiled and rolled her eyes at Su Yang. You are exaggerating.
Hehe, do not doubt it, Mom. You will know once you taste it.
Alright, alright, go on then.
Will do. Su Yang walked into the kitchen and started prepping the ingredients.
He had bought a lot of ingredients at the supermarket earlier—various meats, vegetables, and seafood.
He had already planned today's menu while grocery shopping.
He did not plan on making Western food; he knew his parents' tastes very well.
Since there were only three of them, he decided to make six dishes, symbolizing that everything would go smoothly.
The menu was: braised pork with abalone, pan-fried lamb chops, braised pork trotters in soy sauce, beer duck, steamed hairy crabs, and garlic choy sum.
The other five dishes were all meat, so he had to include at least one vegetable dish for a balanced diet. He skipped making a soup, figuring they could just drink tea and wine.
Su Yang opened the fridge, took out the ingredients, and hummed a little tune as he worked.
Ever since he acquired the Culinary God system, he had grown to love cooking. He knew how to cook before, but he wouldn't say he liked it.
Normally, he would order takeout whenever possible, or just boil a bowl of noodles to make do. As long as it filled his stomach, it was fine.
Things were different now. He had no resistance to cooking at all, regardless of how many people he was cooking for.
He actually enjoyed the process. Plus, seeing the surprised expressions on people's faces when they ate his food gave him a sense of psychological satisfaction. The system would also give him rewards from time to time—it was perfect.
Su Yang worked alone in the kitchen, while Su Dagang and Chen Liping sat in the living room watching variety shows, occasionally letting out hearty laughs.
Hearing his parents laugh, he would also smile foolishly to himself.
[Ding. Detected that the host is currently relaxed, happy, and thoroughly enjoying the moment. Rewarding 3 million.]
Hearing the system's voice, his smile grew even wider.
...
At 7:30 PM, all six dishes were ready.
Su Yang brought the dishes to the dining table and arranged them in a circle. Then, he walked over to the wine cabinet, looked up at the fine liquors, and muttered, What should we drink?
Dad!
Yeah, what is up?
Do you want white liquor or red wine?
White! It has to be white liquor.
Haha, alright. Su Yang smiled and suddenly thought of something. He walked to the far left of the cabinet and took down a large, dark rectangular leather suitcase from the shelf.
He opened the leather case and took out a wooden box carved from pearwood, shaped like an imperial jade seal.
The box looked large, but it only contained one bottle of liquor. It was Moutai's most top-tier and luxurious vintage: the 80-year Moutai.
The current market price for this liquor was around 350,000 yuan, but the price of alcohol fluctuated greatly, sometimes high and sometimes low.
At its peak, it could fetch 400,000 to 500,000 yuan a bottle, and even at its lowest, it was over 200,000 yuan. Regardless, it was incredibly prestigious and rare.
However, because the price was so exorbitant, its market circulation was low.
Someone had roughly calculated that if you poured it using the cups included in the box, you could get about 62 cups out of it. One sip was equivalent to five or six thousand yuan. This was truly not something ordinary people could afford to drink.
Su Yang did not buy it just because it was expensive and would give him face. It was mainly because the last time he went to Pan Ning's house, he had tried the 30-year Moutai and thought it was excellent—much better than the regular Moutai he usually drank.
If the 30-year Moutai was that good, wouldn't the 50-year or 80-year be even more amazing?
So he bought one bottle each of the 50-year and 80-year vintages and displayed them in his cabinet. Today being the Mid-Autumn Festival, it was the perfect occasion to open one.
Plus, since he was drinking with his parents, he naturally had to open the best and most expensive one.
Su Yang carried the box to the dining table and set it down. Then, he called out to Su Dagang and Chen Liping on the sofa, Mom, Dad! Dinner is ready!!
Alright, coming.
I smelled the aroma ages ago. Let me see what delicious dishes you have made. Su Dagang trotted over to the dining table, his face full of curiosity.
However, before he even saw the food, the wooden box on the table caught his eye.
His eyes widened instantly, and he quickened his pace to confirm. Holy crap? 80-year Moutai?
Su Yang walked out of the kitchen carrying three bowls of rice and smiled. Dad, is it okay if we drink this today?
Okay...? Do you know how much a bottle of this costs?
Su Yang placed the rice bowls on the table and smiled with pursed lips. I bought it, how could I not know?
Oh, right. Wow, this is so extravagant.
At this moment, Chen Liping walked over and asked, What kind of liquor is it?
80-year Moutai.
Eighty years? It has been kept for that long?? Can you even still drink it?
What nonsense. It is not that this bottle has been sitting around for eighty years. It means a certain amount of 80-year-old base liquor was blended into it. Sigh, you wouldn't understand even if I explained it to you. Anyway, it is very expensive.
How expensive?
Three to four hundred thousand.
How much? Hearing this number, Chen Liping stood rooted to the spot in shock.
How many bottles are in there?
Just one. How many could there be?
One bottle is over three hundred thousand??! This price truly startled Chen Liping. To her, a bottle of liquor costing a few thousand yuan was already considered very expensive. She never imagined there could be liquor worth hundreds of thousands a bottle.
Are we drinking liquid gold?
Oh, Mom, Dad, do not worry about the price. We can afford it. Hurry up and sit down, let's eat.
Alright, alright, I will go wash my hands first.
I will wash mine too. The two of them walked into the kitchen to wash their hands.
Taking advantage of this time, Su Yang pulled open a small compartment at the bottom of the box and took out a golden key. Some of these 80-year Moutai wooden boxes came with locks, while others did not.
The one Su Yang bought was originally locked and required a key to open.
He picked up the slender golden key, inserted it into the keyhole, twisted it to the right, and opened the wooden box.
Inside the box, apart from a 500ml bottle of liquor, there were two gold-plated cups and a certificate of collection.
Just then, Su Dagang finished washing his hands and trotted over quickly to take a look. Let me see what a liquor worth hundreds of thousands looks like.
Su Yang smiled, took out the liquor, and then pulled out the collection certificate from the side of the box and opened it.
The collection certificate was meticulously crafted. It was not just a few simple pieces of paper; it was embedded in a foldable wooden board.
When the certificate was unfolded, a 22-gram gold coin was slotted on the left side.
That was everything inside the box. Su Dagang carefully picked up the bottle, examined it closely, shook his head, and sighed, Too extravagant! Just this tiny bottle of liquor actually sells for hundreds of thousands.
"Doesn't it also come with those gold cups and commemorative coins? Actually, what they're selling isn't just the liquor, but more so the Maozi brand itself, along with the rarity and high quality of this specific bottle. After all, this liquor represents the absolute pinnacle of Maozi's distilling standards, so of course it's going to be expensive."
Su Dagang nodded. "I understand all of that. Being expensive isn't the issue, I just think it's a bit ridiculously overpriced."
"Haha, it doesn't matter, let's just drink it. If it's not enough, I still have a fifty-year vintage back at my place."
"You have a fifty-year vintage too?" Su Dagang turned his head and asked.
"Yeah, I bought one of each to start with."
"Then how about we drink the fifty-year one instead? We can save this bottle and drink it for the New Year. The truth is, I really can't bear to open it right now. A single sip of this stuff must cost thousands, right?" Su Dagang said, his eyes glued to the bottle.
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ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
