Chapter 485: A Big Bottom, Good For Giving Birth (1/2)
Xiaotao and I were finally cured of our condition by a professor from the Chinese Academy of Sciences using blood serum therapy. The first thing we did was indulge in a feast of meat. The vegetarian life was truly excruciating!
There was also the invitation letter by the Crazy Six Tao Chef. According to the lab analysis, there were certain electronic components and a signal receiver within the card itself.
The program was very simple, with only a few codes and no activation.
I figured the card would send out a signal when the Six Tao Banquet began. Thus, I kept it with me the entire time.
My thoughts flitted back to Yang Xingdong–perverted by all standards, yet just a mediocre man before the eyes of the Crazy Six Tao Chef. What would his “tao” be like? Just the thought of it made my skin crawl.
In order to show his gratitude, Mr. Huang invited me out for lunch. Upon hearing of another meeting with Mr. Huang, naturally, I resisted.
Xiaotao chuckled, ”Don’t worry. It’s just lunch, relax!”
Our “casual” lunch was held in the most luxurious hotel in Nanjiang City, the Star Era Grand Hotel. The way the minds of the wealthy worked was truly contrary to that of ordinary folk. A meal priced at ten thousand yuan was considered a casual lunch while serving up several stir-fried dishes at home was deemed a formal meeting.
In order to please Mr. Huang, I did my homework in advance. Having heard about his fondness of chess, I purchased several books and brushed up my knowledge on the subject matter.
Before our food was served, I played against the old man in our private room while sipping on Longjing Tea. Amused with my two-out-of-three victory, Mr. Huang laughed, ”Amazing! Your superb chess strategies amaze me! Did you practice from a young age?”
”Yes, Grandpa taught me,” I replied.
”Come on, let's have another go!” Mr. Huang’s eyes flashed with an eager gleam.
”Dad, I’m starving!” grumbled Xiaotao. “If you want to play, wait till we’re done eating.”
”Xiaotao is right, let's eat first!”
A while later, all sorts of exquisite food were served, half of which I had never even heard of. In good humor, Mr. Huang seemed to have a lot to say so all I had to do was listen. Our lunch was fairly harmonious.
I walked up to him and said, ”What are you doing here? You don't have to constantly protect me. It’s just lunch.”
”Uh...” His eyes flashed with an emotion I had never seen on him.
”I’m sorry, young master. I mentioned your lunch in a slip of the tongue.”
It wasn’t a big deal. So what if he told others? Just as I was pondering his strange behavior, I noticed a woman approaching in a hurry. She wore a white double-breasted traditional pair of black trousers and styled her hair up in a bun. Her air of dominance seemed to deter passing waiters who immediately got out of her way.
I stared with eyes as big as saucers. Wasn’t that Aunt Song? Not my paternal aunt, but Song Heting, my aunt from the Martial Songs.
”Song Yang, did you miss me?”
Song Heting leaned in for a hug which I had no chance of avoiding.
”Song Yang-gege, Xingchen-gege,” greeted Song Jie as she jumped out from behind Song Heting.
”Aunt Song, Song Jie, what are you doing here?” I asked in amazement.
”We planned to visit you,” answered Song Heting. “Xingchen didn’t even bother to inform us of the trouble you met on the road! I was sick with worry! I was afraid there’d be more trouble on your side, so we came to visit you after briefing the family.”
”Don’t you have classes, Song Jie?”
”Taking a few days off is fine,” Song Jie waved. “After all, college isn’t like high school.”
Arms akimbo, she quipped, ”What’s the matter, are we not welcome?”
”Of course you are!” My forehead dripped with cold sweat.
Song Heting got straight to the point, ”Xingchen said you were meeting your girlfriend's father. Why didn't you tell me about something this important? If you are alone, you’ll be bullied. As your elder, I have to meet your future father-in-law.”