The Chef's Customized Feast for Subai

"Welcome, honored guests, please come in~"

The one who greeted Su Bai and his companions was a young woman dressed in a pale blue qipao, exuding an antique, graceful charm.

However, unlike the forced archaic speech often heard in domestic fantasy dramas, this server had a warm, girl-next-door friendliness.

Paired with the serene garden setting of small bridges and flowing water, the most striking feature was the sense of relaxation!

The server led the group further inside, leisurely introducing the garden’s layout, including the significance of each scenic spot and its history.

Perhaps because it was their first visit, her explanations were quite detailed.

Even though Su Bai had already warned the girls beforehand, they were still awestruck by the refined beauty of the surroundings, their steps and expressions noticeably restrained.

Only Su Bai remained completely unfazed.

Perhaps his recent high-end spending sprees had stripped away the mystique of luxury in his mind.

Noticing this, the server subtly flashed an approving smile. While the group admired a wishing pond, she discreetly sent a message to the head chef on her phone.

[The reserved guest, Mr. Su, is quite an extraordinary young man.]

[How young?]

[Probably just started university. The other four guests are all beauties—my goodness, each one fresh and lovely, but they seem like ordinary girls from modest backgrounds.]

[I see…]

After a pause, the head chef replied:

[Then I’ll come out and meet them.]

Reading the message, the server smiled knowingly.

She had worked at this members-only garden restaurant for many years and shared a rapport with the head chef—who was also the owner.

The head chef usually preferred staying out of sight, focusing solely on cooking in the kitchen.

But if a guest piqued his interest—someone intriguing—he would come out to greet them.

To those unfamiliar with him, it might seem like he only emerged to see beautiful women.

The truth was quite the opposite!

This middle-aged man usually sought solitude in the mountains, naturally disinterested in women.

In his own words: "I’m over forty now—that thing doesn’t work like it used to. Beauties? They’re all the same to me."

What truly fascinated the head chef was the young man who could handle several beauties at once.

Just what kind of person could command such a scene?

Of course, those who dined at this garden were all wealthy elites of Jiangcheng.

But holding one’s own in a "battlefield of roses" required more than just money—it demanded personal charisma and composure.

So…

The moment Su Bai and his group took their seats, the head chef came out to greet them.

A bald, amiable-looking man with a warm smile.

Su Bai noticed the marks on the man’s head and asked curiously, "Uncle, were you a monk before?"

"I was, but I returned to secular life," the man grinned. "Too many rules in Buddhism—got in the way of studying cooking. Hmm, you, kid…"

"Me?"

"A bit of kidney deficiency."

"…Wait, Uncle, you didn’t even check my pulse. How can you tell I’m deficient? I’ve got plenty of energy."

"Then it’s kidney yang deficiency."

Su Bai chuckled, realizing the man was teasing him—implying it wasn’t easy managing so many beauties.

"Don’t worry, young man. Tonight’s dinner will be specially tailored for you—a powerful tonic meal!"

"Tailored just for me?"

"Of course. We only get one or two tables a day. I always adjust the dishes based on the guests’ characteristics."

Speaking of his craft, the head chef radiated confidence.

Perhaps this was one reason the garden restaurant was so highly praised among Jiangcheng’s elite.

Once people had money and moved beyond basic survival, they sought emotional fulfillment.

Dining wasn’t just about lavish dishes—it was about emotional value.

Things like ambiance, rare ingredients, and exquisite plating were just the first layer.

This head chef’s "personal customization" was on another level.

After all, in luxury goods, the most expensive items are haute couture.

Su Bai understood—this uncle really knew how to run a business.

But…

"You call this kidney deficiency?" Chen Yusheng muttered in disbelief. "Then what are you like when you’re not deficient? Just… how monstrous would that be?"

As she spoke, a mix of longing and faint fear flickered across her alluring face.

Though Chen Yusheng had remarkable endurance, everyone had their limits.

"Don’t listen to that uncle’s nonsense. He’s just joking—like those fake old Chinese medicine practitioners who claim you’re either suffering from ‘excess heat’ or ‘dampness,’ as if life just cycles between those two states… Same logic with kidney deficiency."

"Oh, you’ve got it all figured out."

"Of course I do. Actually, you should know better than me. Whether I’m deficient or not, you’d have the deepest firsthand experience."

"…Mhm."

Chen Yusheng flushed, feeling too shy to continue the risqué banter in front of the other girls.

She was the type who only revealed her secretly passionate side when alone with her boyfriend.

The Wan sisters weren’t faring much better, equally embarrassed.

Only Jiang Qiuran, observing the others’ reactions, sighed inwardly.

They had all already become Su Bai’s women.

Only she, Jiang Qiuran, still needed to work harder to please him.

Unable to resist, she secretly messaged Su Bai on her QQ alt account:

[MaSter, when will you favor me?]

[Keep waiting. I need to see more sincerity from you first.]

[Yes, yes! I’ll definitely prove myself~]

While Jiang Qiuran was lost in her feverish texting, her main WeChat suddenly rang with an incoming call.

A glance confirmed it was her mother.

Her expression instantly grew uneasy.

"Sorry, I need to take this call…"

She excused herself and hurried far away before answering the video call.

On the screen, a still-elegant middle-aged woman smiled warmly.

"Happy holidays, my dear daughter~"

"Mm, happy holidays to you too, Mom…"

"Are you out eating with friends?"

"Yes, with classmates… and Su Bai."

"Oh? You and Su Bai made up? That’s wonderful, truly wonderful."

Earlier, when Jiang Qiuran posted their group photo on social media, she had hidden it from relatives—or rather, most college students these days filtered their "older relatives" group from seeing outings and fun activities.

Su Bai had clearly done the same.

So, Aunt Jiang had no idea her daughter and Su Bai had reconciled.

Now hearing the good news, she beamed: "Making up is great. Su Bai is one of your few genuine friends—you should cherish that."

"…"

The mention of this twisted Jiang Qiuran’s insides.

Though she and Su Bai had now entered a relationship far more intoxicating to her than mere "friendship," it was her own past mistakes that had caused the rift.

"Mom, why do you think Su Bai is a genuine friend? I have plenty of friends."

"Because all your other friends approach you with ulterior motives. Take the guys, for instance—they’re all drawn to your beauty. Su Bai is different; he doesn’t think of you in that way at all. Unless you pursue him first, there might be a slight chance… but you wouldn’t chase after him, would you? When it comes to a husband, you’d still want someone with better prospects. Of course, when things get tough, a true friend is often more reliable than a husband anyway."