Su Bai recalled slightly; before falling asleep, he seemed to be testing Wan Xinyan's massage skills.
To think he actually just fell straight asleep?
Very good, this proved she had been studying hard.
For a team of female confidantes, everyone intensely competing to improve their skills was a very rare situation. After all, humans are inherently lazy. Once they lived the life of wealthy wives, they naturally wouldn't like serving others.
Perhaps it was because their team had Senior Sister Lu acting as the catfish!
Originally, Su Bai wanted to appreciate the Wan sisters' small animal-like sleeping postures a bit more. However, objective reality didn't allow it.
Su Bai was an existence with an overly abundant amount of youthful vigor.
Soon, Wan Xinyue bumped into something that felt rather strange and immediately opened her eyes.
How strange. She was clearly sleeping peacefully in Brother Su Bai's embrace, so how could she bump into such a hard object?
It could almost compare to the telephone pole she accidentally ran into when she was a kid!
When a person is drowsy, their brain's logical capacity drops significantly.
Soon, Wan Xinyue's logical capacity returned, and she instantly understood what she had bumped into.
"Yueyue, sleeping all the way until evening like this is quite cozy, but... this situation can't last long."
Su Bai's voice carried a hint of restlessness. Wan Xinyue knew why, and she also knew what she had to do.
Coincidentally, Wan Xinyan also woke up.
People always say that twin sisters share a telepathic connection. After observing them for a period of time, Su Bai felt that this saying actually made a lot of sense.
...
In the afternoon.
Feeling refreshed and energized, Su Bai admired the beautiful scenery outside the window.
As for the two little ones, they needed to stay in bed and rest for a while.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Su Bai began to study the liquor bar in the RV.
Regarding dining room layouts, there are two things that show a significant difference between Chinese and Western styles, especially in residential apartment designs.
One is the large, long kitchen island located next to or straight up inside the kitchen, and the other is the liquor bar.
These are both setups commonly used in Western households, yet basically never used in domestic ones.
Unused as they may be, new floor plans still particularly love to include these two things, supposedly to highlight a sense of prestige.
I might not use it, but you can't not have it.
Su Bai figured it should be useful for him. After all, he had a lot of people in his household. For any living scenario, being a bit more spacious and fully equipped would only be beneficial.
The RV's liquor bar stocked several common types of foreign liquor, all well-known brands priced between one to several thousand yuan.
In fact, even for the mega-rich, the liquor they drank daily wasn't necessarily outrageously expensive. The main reason was that for many mainstream brands, a bottle costing a few thousand yuan was already an excellent base liquor, perfectly fine for mixing drinks.
High-priced foreign liquors were more about the rarity of their vintage.
Su Bai even found the classic prop for bourgeois flexing: Japanese whisky.
To be honest, based on Su Bai's taste, drinking Japanese whisky straight was genuinely a bit unpleasant.
By now, Su Bai had tasted quite a few famous liquors, so he felt he had a lot of authority to speak on this matter.
Many bottles of Japanese whisky that cost over a thousand yuan didn't taste as good as a two-hundred-yuan bottle of Johnnie Walker...
Johnnie Walker truly reigned supreme!
However, Japanese whisky was actually quite nice for mixing little beverages.
For example, Su Bai's favorite: Calpis plus soda water plus a splash of whisky.
It was fresh and crisp, carrying just a hint of liquor aroma.
Overall, it was very easy to drink. In reality, many foreign liquors were quite harsh on the palate, and Su Bai would rather drink domestic Baijiu.
In Su Bai's impression, most foreign liquors were in a very awkward position. You couldn't chug them down glug-glug-glug like beer, nor were they particularly enjoyable to sip and savor. Maybe they were decent if you added ice and swirled them around, but that was about it.
After mixing the drink, Su Bai finished it in one gulp, feeling a bit unsatisfied.
So, he took a photo of the inventory in the liquor cabinet with his phone and posted it to his WeChat Moments.
[Genuine question, what can these be used to mix? I need some suggestions.]
Not long after posting to his Moments, the interactions came flooding in.
It was truly great to be rich. Just casually showing off a bit of his lifestyle allowed him to feel intense enthusiasm from all sides.
Actually, Su Bai didn't feel there was anything wrong with this. People naturally seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. Su Bai's usual image was quite sunny and cheerful, plus he looked very wealthy, so naturally, many people liked chatting with him, regardless of whether they were guys or girls.
It was just that, among these comments, there were obviously many amateur bartending enthusiasts, as well as know-it-alls pretending to understand.
Oh, and there were also the weirdos...
[Chuchu's Mingzhe: Brother Bai, why do I feel like that bottle of Japanese whisky you photographed is a fake... It looks like it's already been opened and a bit has been drunk? This won't do, how about you quickly induce vomiting? Fake liquor has a lot of fusel alcohols, drinking it will make you sick.]
[Crispy White Goose: Fake liquor my ass, that's a limited edition... They gave it to me for free when I bought the RV.]
[Crispy White Goose: [Yongchu Taffy_Speechless]]
[Chuchu's Mingzhe: ...]
[Chuchu's Mingzhe: The solid wood decor of this bar is actually quite nice. Sigh, the decor of many bars nowadays is just an eyesore, their styles aren't even cohesive.]
Seriously bro, the way you changed the subject was a bit too stiff...
Su Bai couldn't help but laugh. His weirdo roommate never disappointed him.
Thinking about it from another angle, Old Chu fearing that he drank fake liquor was actually out of good intentions for a friend.
To be honest, although Chu Mingzhe and Xue Tao were weirdos, they weren't bad people...
[Mobile Game Gold Farming Studio: Brother Bai, that bottle with the gacha game collaboration, can you let me scan the QR code for the collab item?]
[Crispy White Goose: ?]
[Mobile Game Gold Farming Studio: The pink one, the bottle with the little character wearing black and white stockings.]
[Crispy White Goose: [Image]]
[Mobile Game Gold Farming Studio: [Chihaya Anon_Smug Smile]]
[Crispy White Goose: Seriously bro, your eyes are too sharp.]
[Crispy White Goose: Better than Old Chu. Old Chu is a freaking blind man.]
Then again, which genius gacha game planner would choose to collaborate with high-end foreign liquor?
At first glance, this kind of product clearly belonged to something only normies would consume. What kind of hardcore otaku would buy high-end liquor with their free time?
Hmm, hopefully the operations team at Bangbang Technology wouldn't make such a low-level mistake...
Thinking of this, Su Bai sent a message to President Du, the boss of the mobile game company he had recently acquired.
[Crispy White Goose: Collaboration products must be things that the target audience is willing to buy. You can't just blindly pursue a high-class image and lose sight of your original intentions!]
President Du replied quickly, but it was obvious that he was a bit dumbfounded.
After all, the game their company made had just survived a financial crisis, and they were still working overtime to figure out the next version update. How did the topic suddenly shift to collaboration products?
However, Su Bai's thinking had always been unconventional, and his financial resources were astonishing.
It wasn't entirely impossible that he might actually produce a collaboration merchandise in a few days.
President Du thought to himself.
Su Bai shot the breeze with his roommates for a while, and soon enough, he waited until someone who truly understood bartending showed up.
It was a postgraduate senior sister from the Jiangcheng University Bartending Association.
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.
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
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!
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
