In the evening, Qingshan made sweet osmanthus lotus root slices, yam spare ribs, spicy stir-fried clams, black chicken stewed with Gastrodia elata, stir-fried three-stranded vegetables, stir-fried pork slices with bamboo shoots, fried pork and bamboo shoots, preserved egg and lean meat porridge, and Luo Wenyuan's favorite crab meat dumplings.

With so many delicious dishes, naturally, fine wine is indispensable to accompany them. Qingshan has more than a hundred jars of top-grade wine that are not enviable. They have been stored in the cellar for fifty or sixty years. If they are sold on the market, they will surely be sold at a sky-high price of more than two hundred thousand per jar.

In the past year, the dividends from Buxianxian medicinal wine alone amounted to 60 million. Moreover, as time went by, Buxianxian became more and more famous. In the future, the price of high-end Buxianxian will definitely increase exponentially. Therefore, Qingshan did not plan to sell this batch of top-grade medicinal wine and kept it for his family to drink.

Each jar of medicinal wine holds three kilograms, and Zhou Dabao and Luo Zhentian, two wine-drinking masters, can make it in one meal. Qingshan counted the remaining top-quality medicinal wine in the space and felt that it was time to make another batch.

The family was sitting around the dining table, getting ready to eat. A red light flew in from the window like a drunk and landed on Qingshan's shoulder.

"Master, the Lun family is back, Nirvana!"

Qingshan reached out and touched Hong Deng's carapace, which was covered with intricate patterns, and praised him: "Good boy, you knew to come back early. I'll reward you with a crab roe soup dumpling later!"

Qingshan's xiaolongbao (dumplings) have thin wrappers, generous fillings, and a delicious, rich broth inside—Hongdeng's favorite. Once, Qingshan made a whole basket of them, but Luo Wenyuan couldn't even finish two without the soup. He thought his wife's cooking skills had declined, but then he discovered that Hongdeng, the naive little brat, had stolen the soup. Furious, Luo Wenyuan dangled his "savior" from a string and swung him around like a yo-yo for twenty minutes.

"Master, the Lun family has done something great. You have to reward them with two big buns to suck the soup from the Lun family!"

Qingshan raised his eyebrows and asked curiously, "What big thing have you done?"

"Hehe, there was a group of people trying to throw fireballs into our backyard, but they got chased away by the Lun family—!"

Qingshan was shocked, and his mind raced as he recalled what Liu Jun was whispering to Liu Tianyou when he came in. It turned out that he was plotting something bad here. It seemed that the price of Ren Zhong Huang would have to go up.

"Xiao Qian, after dinner, go check out the hillside in the backyard. Hong Deng said someone was lying in ambush there. I think they were recruited by Liu Jun. They're up to no good!"

"What? This prodigal son of a scoundrel actually dared to seek revenge. How shameless! Zhou Dabao, tell your third son to be strict with his subordinates from now on. People with low ideological quality like Liu Jun will not be considered for promotion!"

"Okay, I'll call the third brother later to deal with this grandson!"

Zhou Yanshen, the third among the "wise and brave" ones, happens to work in the capital's municipal government and is the head of Liu Jun's department. It would only take a word for him to make things difficult for Liu Jun.

Luo Wenyuan scooped a bowl of black chicken soup and placed it in front of Qingshan, then asked in a low voice, "Do you need me to come forward?"

Qingshan took a sip of chicken soup and said with a smile, "No need. It was just an attempted arson anyway. I'll include the bill for it in his medical expenses later!"

Luo Wenyuan nodded, but still a little worried: "I think you need to arrange some anti-theft measures in the backyard of your clinic. This time it was an attempt, and you may not be so lucky next time. Otherwise, how about I arrange a few team members to take turns to stand guard?"

Qingshan shook his head. "Qilin is China's sharp sword. How can he be working as a security guard at a clinic? It's not suitable! I'll have someone raise the backyard wall and plant my specially cultivated caltrops on top of it. I'll sprinkle some anesthetic powder on it. Anyone who dares to tear down our wall will be blacked out for forty-eight hours first. It's really torturous!"

Family members at the table: ...Going against a doctor who knows how to use poison is a dead end!