Spontaneous Mountain Climbing Plan

Inside the ultra-luxury observation restaurant of the Aman Hotel, the underfloor heating made the room as comfortable as early summer.

Outside the massive panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows lay the majestic, endless snow-capped mountains of the north.

And within this warm room, on a dining table crafted from a whole piece of top-grade golden thread nanmu wood, sat a steaming local specialty—wild mountain mushroom stewed mutton.

This dish used premium local free-range black goat, paired with extremely rare wild alpine mushrooms, simmered in a clay pot for a full four hours.

As soon as the lid was lifted, the incredibly rich meat aroma mixed with the unique rustic fragrance of the mushrooms instantly took over the entire private room.

"It smells so good..."

Ke Yujia had just been thoroughly worn out by Su Bai in front of the suite's floor-to-ceiling windows. Despite the recovery granted by her Source Constitution, her stomach was already rumbling with hunger.

Smelling this overpowering aroma now, little stars instantly lit up in her clear eyes.

Su Bai naturally picked up the serving chopsticks, selected the most tender piece of lamb rib, scooped a spoonful of wild mushrooms soaked in broth, and placed them into the small bone china bowl in front of Ke Yujia.

"Eat up and nourish your body. You sweat quite a bit just now by the window." A wicked smile tugged at the corners of Su Bai's mouth, his tone carrying a hint of teasing.

Hearing the word "window," Ke Yujia's face, already slightly flushed from the heat, instantly turned as red as a ripe peach.

She let out a bashful, annoyed whine, quickly lowered her head, and began to take small, hamster-like bites of the mutton.

The mutton melted in her mouth, and the wild mushrooms were incredibly savory.

As she ate, Ke Yujia's movements suddenly slowed. She looked at the strangely shaped wild mushroom in her bowl, her eyes gradually becoming unfocused as if she were lost in some distant memory.

"Brother Su Bai..." Ke Yujia put down her chopsticks and called out softly.

"What's wrong? Not to your taste?" Su Bai took a sip of red wine, his deep gaze falling upon her.

"No, it's not that." Ke Yujia shook her head, a gentle smile appearing on her lips. "I was just looking at these mushrooms and suddenly remembered our days back at the Yunxian Orphanage."

"Do you remember? One summer, it rained so heavily, pouring for three days and three nights straight. All the vegetables in the orphanage were gone, and Grandma Director was worried sick. As soon as the rain stopped, you secretly pulled me along, and we ran to the back mountain of the orphanage with a torn plastic bag to pick mushrooms."

As Ke Yujia spoke, that faded memory also surfaced in Su Bai's mind.

"The mountain path was so slippery back then. I fell several times and got covered in mud. To protect me, you scraped your elbows and bled a lot." Ke Yujia's voice carried a trace of heartache, and her eyes grew slightly red. "Later, we picked a full bag of beautifully colored mushrooms and took them back, thinking we could give Grandma Director an extra meal, but..."

Hearing this, Su Bai couldn't help but chuckle and picked up the story: "But Grandma Director took one look and turned pale with fright. That bag was full of highly poisonous red-capped, white-stemmed mushrooms. If we had actually made soup out of them, you, me, and all the kids at the orphanage would have probably ended up in coffins."

"Yeah..." Ke Yujia laughed along, though tears sparkled in the corners of her eyes. "Grandma Director was so angry she beat your palms red with a broom handle, yet you kept shielding me behind you, saying it was my ignorance that forced you to go picking them."

Looking at his little childhood sweetheart, who had blossomed into a slender, graceful, and utterly charming young woman, Su Bai couldn't help but feel a sigh of emotion welling up in his heart.

He reached across the table and affectionately rubbed Ke Yujia's soft hair.

"Thinking about it now, from those days of not having enough to eat and almost getting wiped out by poisonous mushrooms, to growing up safely to this age, we are truly blessed with great luck and tough lives."

Feeling the warmth of Su Bai's palm, Ke Yujia obediently nuzzled against it like a little kitten, her eyes full of melting infatuation. "As long as I can always stay by Brother Su Bai's side, Yujia will be the happiest person in the world."

This meal was incredibly heartwarming.

After dinner, Su Bai held Ke Yujia's hand and walked out of the restaurant.

The exclusive driver wearing a crisp uniform, Lao Li, was already waiting respectfully outside the door.

"Lao Li," Su Bai asked casually. "Can we still pick mushrooms on the nearby mountains in this season? Well, edible ones, that is."

Lao Li was slightly taken aback, clearly not expecting this top-tier tycoon, who could casually book the ultra-luxury suite at the Aman, to have such a down-to-earth hobby. But as the exclusive driver carefully selected by Xia Lin, his professionalism was extremely high, and he immediately answered respectfully:

"Mr. Su, ordinary mushrooms would have frozen to death long ago in this season. But in some shaded valleys below the snow line, there is an extremely rare 'Winter Snow Mushroom' that only grows in the severe cold. However, the terrain in those places is complex, and ordinary tourists cannot enter."

"Oh?" Su Bai raised an eyebrow, his interest instantly piqued. "Can you find someone who knows the way?"

"No problem!" Lao Li immediately patted his chest and guaranteed. "I know a few old hunters in the nearby villages who have been running the mountains for years and know that valley like the back of their hands. As long as the money is right, they can definitely guide the way well."

"Money is not an issue," Su Bai waved his hand dismissively, making the final decision. "Go contact them. Also, where is a place that sells top-tier outdoor gear around here? Take us there."

Since his little childhood sweetheart recalled the past of picking mushrooms in her childhood, Su Bai naturally wanted to satisfy her.

On a whim, he decided to take Ke Yujia to experience the joy of winter mountain hiking.

"Understood, Mr. Su, I will arrange it right away! There is a full-category top-tier outdoor gear flagship store right here in the resort."

Half an hour later, the Bentley Mulsanne parked smoothly in front of a sprawling outdoor gear store decorated in a wildly luxurious style.

This store gathered the world's absolute top outdoor brands. Even a random windbreaker started in the five figures, completely beyond the spending power of ordinary tourists.

As soon as Su Bai and Ke Yujia walked through the door, several sharp-eyed clerks immediately came up to greet them.

As salespeople who constantly received guests who were either rich or noble, they could tell at a glance the composed aura of a superior radiating from Su Bai, as well as Ke Yujia's obedient, submissive demeanor of a little woman who completely revered her man.

"Sir, Madam, welcome. How may I help you?" The store manager stepped up personally, his attitude exceedingly respectful.

"We are preparing to hike below the snow line. Outfit her from head to toe with a set of the most premium gear. Warm, lightweight, and windproof. Money is not an issue, just give us the best." Su Bai led Ke Yujia to the lounge area, sat down boldly on a leather sofa, and casually handed over a black card.

Ever since Su Bai's spending had inflated alongside his system's cashback rewards, high-VIP black cards from banks were something he could obtain with effortless ease.

Seeing that top-tier black card, which symbolized an unlimited overdraft limit, the store manager's pupils contracted sharply, and his breathing quickened a few degrees.

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