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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iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”

agon king storylines. At the start, I obtained the "Ultimate Lackey System" - the more I act as a lackey, the stronger I become. What else could I do? I chose to become the personal henchman of the ultimate villain, Su Muwan. I provoke all sorts of chosen ones, snatch away their opportunities, and commit every evil deed imaginable. You ask who's behind me? Hmph! You're not worthy of knowing my lady's name! ...... ....... I am Su Muwan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. Since childhood, I've possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts, which led to my arrogant and domineering personality in my past life. I was even foolish enough to repeatedly challenge those favored by heaven, ultimately resulting in a tragic death. In this life, I must behave and absolutely cannot walk the same path again!! However... SLAP!! "So you're the Dragon King, huh?!" When I saw my little lackey swagger over and viciously slap the Dragon King who was hiding his identity, I felt my heart sink. Su Muwan's suspended heart finally died as she watched Qin Luo, her utterly loyal lackey, standing before her. She fainted on the spot from shock. Heaven is determined to destroy me!! (Pure love 1v1, light-hearted, no angst, single female lead, villain, reincarnation, lackey)

pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"