I Also Want a Taste

"Is it really that exaggerated?" Zhuang Mengli asked in surprise.

"Not at all," Meng Wenzhou smiled from the side. "If you don't believe it, just have him sing a song for you after we eat, and you'll see."

Hearing this, Zhuang Mengli thought about Su Yang's previous god-tier moves. Compared to those, being a good singer didn't seem like anything out of the ordinary for him.

"Sure, then we'll have him sing a song later to bless my ears."

"Sounds good, we'll make him sing after dinner."

"OK." After that, Zhuang Mengli and Tang Ziyun sang two songs together.

Actually, Zhuang Mengli's singing wasn't as bad as she claimed. Her tone was quite nice and very sweet; it just seemed ordinary when overshadowed by Tang Ziyun.

After they sang for a while, Meng Wenzhou thought of something, looked at Zhuang Mengli, and asked about a doubt in his mind.

"By the way, Mengli, I just thought of a question. Is it okay if I ask?"

"Sure, go ahead."

"Your last name is Zhuang. Is your father the boss of Huaxiu Group in Modu?"

Zhuang Mengli paused and turned to Meng Wenzhou. "You know my dad?"

"I knew it, hahaha." Meng Wenzhou immediately smiled and explained, "I've met your father before."

"Oh, really?"

"Yeah, I met him when I accompanied my dad to a banquet in Rongcheng. Your dad and my dad know each other too. They run in the same circles."

"What a coincidence, haha. By the way, may I ask what your father's name is, Brother Meng?"

"Of course, Meng Jianyun."

"Meng Jianyun, Meng... Holy crap, I know him! I've met Uncle Meng too, and he seems to have a pretty good relationship with my dad."

"Really?"

"Yes, I think it was just last year. We met once in Modu. At the time, there were some other old... uh, no, some other big bosses from various industries having dinner and discussing business at my dad's hotel."

"Haha, it really is a small world."

"No, no, this should be called fate. Even without Su Yang, we definitely would have met eventually, so becoming friends was only a matter of time."

"You're absolutely right about that."

Jiang Xiaotang, who had been sitting next to Meng Wenzhou, tilted her head and asked, "In that case, Brother Meng, your dad probably knows my dad too."

"Oh? What's your dad's name?"

"Jiang Huaian."

"Jiang... Holy crap, of course my dad knows him. The boss of Luhua Group, right?"

"Exactly."

"Haha, let alone my dad, even I know him."

"You know him too?"

"Yeah, speaking of which, my dad and your dad had some business dealings a few years ago. I just didn't expect you to be his daughter, and I had never met you before."

"Hehe, I don't like getting involved in my dad's business, but we are still quite fated."

"Indeed."

The more they chatted, the better they got along. Tang Ziyun couldn't get a word in edgewise when it came to topics concerning these top-tier wealthy heirs and heiresses.

She picked up a microphone, walked over to Lu Yun and the others, and sang with them.

Time passed quickly. After singing four or five songs in a row, Tang Ziyun couldn't sing anymore. She stood up, looked toward the kitchen, and thought to herself, 'Eh? Why hasn't Lingxi come out yet?'

With that in mind, she walked toward the kitchen.

As soon as she reached the kitchen, she saw Su Yang helping Ren Lingxi put on an apron.

"What are you guys doing?"

"Oh, Brother Su Yang said he would teach me how to cook." Ren Lingxi seemed to be washing something; she raised her wet hands, turned her head, and smiled.

"Wow, Su Yang! Why aren't you teaching me? That's too biased!" Tang Ziyun said teasingly.

Su Yang grinned, "Well, I figured Lingxi is a foodie, so if I teach her, she can make whatever she wants to eat at home in the future."

"No way, I want to learn too!" Tang Ziyun said as she walked into the kitchen.

Su Yang shook his head helplessly, "Alright, alright, I never said I wouldn't teach you. If you want to learn, join in."

"That's more like it." Tang Ziyun walked over to the wall, took down an apron, put it on, and then went to the stove to ask, "What do we do now?"

"Wait a second, let me see how to assign tasks to you."

"How about this: you guys watch me do it first, and then later I'll let each of you try making one dish yourselves?"

"Sounds good!"

"Alright, just watch for now. I'm starting."

It was getting late, and the prep work was all finished. Su Yang heated up the wok, poured in the oil, and got down to business.

Over an hour later, four different flavors of crayfish were all ready. At the same time, the spicy chicken on the other burner was almost done.

"It smells so good! I'm drooling!" Ren Lingxi said, swallowing hard as she stared at the delicious crayfish.

"Don't rush, there are still plenty of dishes to make. We have a lot of people today."

Su Yang picked up a lid to cover the finished food to keep it warm, then continued cooking.

Another hour or so passed, and the braised pork, several styles of king crab, and a plate of fish-flavored shredded pork were sequentially finished.

"Ahhh, I can't hold back anymore, Brother Su Yang. Can I try a piece first?!" Ren Lingxi looked at Su Yang pleadingly.

Su Yang smiled, picked up a piece of freshly cooked braised pork with his chopsticks, walked over to Ren Lingxi, and said, "Open your mouth."

Ren Lingxi opened her mouth, and Su Yang personally fed the meat to her.

Tang Ziyun was stunned watching this scene. She gathered her courage and said, "I want to try a piece too."

"Sure." Su Yang picked up another piece of meat and fed it into Tang Ziyun's mouth.

"Delicious, delicious, so delicious!! Unbeatably tasty." Ren Lingxi was conquered by the flavor and couldn't help but jump up.

However, this scene was just witnessed by Pan Ning, who was passing by the kitchen after coming out of the restroom.

She crossed her arms, leaned against the wall, tilted her head, and stared at the three people in the kitchen with a smile.

Feeling someone's gaze locked onto him, Su Yang quickly turned his head to look.

The villa's kitchen was a large open-plan space, combining Chinese and Western kitchens. The Western kitchen was on the outside and the Chinese kitchen on the inside. Pan Ning was leaning against the outermost wall of the Western kitchen.

Their eyes met. Su Yang gave an awkward smile and waved, "Want a bite?"

Pan Ning smiled and shook her head, "I'll eat later. Do you need any more help?"

"No need, just go have fun."

"Then keep busy. Call us if you need anything."

"Will do."

Saying that, Pan Ning turned and walked toward the sofa.

Tang Ziyun then said somewhat awkwardly, "Uh... Su Yang..."

"It's nothing, minor issue. Let's continue."

At 8:30 in the evening, the sky had turned dark.

The people in the living room were already starving. Liu Bo ran into the kitchen and asked, "Brother Yang, is it almost ready? I'm about to collapse."

"Right away, right away. This is the last dish."

"Awesome."

"By the way, go clear the stuff off the dining table, then tell everyone to wash their hands. We're ready to eat."

"OK." Liu Bo agreed and ran out.

Su Yang stood next to Ren Lingxi, personally teaching her how to stir-fry. The last dish was also the simplest home-style stir-fry.

It was finished and plated in just a few minutes.

"OK, everything is done. Let's take it out. Ask a few people to come over and help carry the dishes while you're at it."

"Alright." Tang Ziyun and Ren Lingxi each grabbed a plate of food with one hand and walked out of the kitchen.

Su Yang simply wiped down the stove, picked up two plates of food, and walked out as well.

Meng Qianyu, Lu Yun, and the others washed their hands and jogged into the kitchen to help out.

Soon, the dining table was laden with a lavish feast. Looking at the massive spread of food, everyone was already itching to dig in.

Seeing this, Jiang Xiaotang exclaimed, "Holy crap, Handsome Su, you are way too awesome! I cannot believe you whipped up so much delicious food!"

"Haha, I just like to experiment with cooking when I have some free time. Come on, sit down, sit down. Old Meng, what kind of liquor are we drinking today?"

"Baijiu, of course."

"Sounds good. I still have a few bottles of fifteen-year Moutai and two color-glazed editions. We will finish them all today, though I will have to restock once we are done."

"Haha, the liquor in your house always disappears the fastest. After we get back from the island nation, I will get you two cases of fifty-year Moutai."

"I can definitely get on board with that."

"Are you beauties having white or red?" Su Yang asked, looking at the girls who were helping serve the dishes.

"We are fine with either. We will drink whatever you guys are having."

"Then we will all have baijiu," he said, walking over to the liquor cabinet.

Once the liquor was brought over and set on the table, everyone took their seats.