When Grandpa Ding saw that there was another flying boat to ride, he couldn't stop smiling. "That's a great show of bravado, we all love it."

Feng Yu laughed and said, "You're always so talkative. Let's hurry up and get on the flying boat!"

In a relaxed and cheerful atmosphere, the airship took off.

In a hilly area on the outskirts of Beijing, Wu Zhengsong's villa is nestled amidst mountains and water.

This place is really nice, with beautiful mountains, clear water, and a great environment. But what can you do? People of his rank here can act all high and mighty.

Now that it's the end of the year, no one dares to bother him. He received an invitation to this international culinary event, but he simply threw it into the trash can.

He would usually disdain attending such grand events. In fact, he was not old, not even fifty, but he had already settled into a semi-retired, secluded life.

He was taking a nap in the lawn greenhouse. He was in a bad mood today because he had just had a fight with his wife, who had taken their youngest son and gone back to the city in a huff.

Suddenly a golden boat appeared on the lawn, and he thought he was seeing things.

More than thirty people disembarked from the boat, which startled him so much that he jumped up from his deckchair.

"Where did you... come from, you unreasonable people? Do you think you can just barge into my mountainside retreat?"

He was very fierce in words, but he was insecure in his heart. These people were obviously bodyguards, and they all looked menacing.

Xiaoxi and her group deliberately let the bodyguards lead the way, to first establish their presence and prestige.

The bodyguards automatically lined up in two neat rows on both sides. Xiao Xi walked over with a smile and looked Wu Zhengsong up and down.

It turns out that Wu Zhengsong's short stature perfectly matched his surname; he was just like Wu Dalang (a character from Journey to the West).

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Wu?" Xiaoxi decided to start by speaking in a friendly manner.

"Please leave, or I'll call the police." Wu Zhengsong didn't give Xiaoxi a friendly look and completely ignored her words.

"Mr. Wu, I need your help today," Xiaoxi said directly, stating her purpose.

Wu Zhengsong's face turned even colder.

"I think you're a clueless little girl. Who do you think you are? Why should I help you? I don't have time!"

He was already very impatient, so he grabbed the phone and called the police.

But the phone wouldn't go through. "Damn it, no signal! How can there be no signal? Aunt Wang, you deadbeat! Get these people out of here!"

Wu Zhengsong's mountainside residence is not a place he usually stays for long, so he has few servants. There is only Wang Ma, who cooks and takes care of his daily life, and an old man named Lai, who is both a gardener and a gatekeeper.

But no matter how loudly Wu Zhengsong shouted, neither Wang Ma nor Old Man Lai appeared.

What he didn't know was that, as was customary, he would take a nap in the greenhouse at noon, so Wang Ma and Old Man Lai were having sex in the servants' room.

The villa is secluded, and usually only the two of them live there; they've been hanging out together for a while now.

Wu Zhengsong then panicked a little. He knew his usual temper was like a rock in a toilet—stinky and hard—most likely because he had offended someone, and now that person was coming after him.

His tone softened slightly.

"What is your purpose in coming to see me?"

"I just want Mr. Wu to do a national chef certification for my brother, just sign and stamp it, it's very simple!"

Whenever his profession is mentioned, Wu Zhengsong's hair stands on end, and he looks like he is determined to defend his professional field to the death.

"Since that's the case, then forget it! Don't you know the testing is done every autumn? Please come back next year!"

Wu Zhengsong adopted a fearless demeanor, puffing out his beard and glaring at the powerful.

When the Feng family bodyguards saw that Wu Zhengsong was being unreasonable, they tried to step forward.

But Xiaoxi stopped him with a gesture.

Feng Yu and Mr. Ding had reached an agreement with Xiao Xi beforehand that they would not participate in the discussion today and would simply observe from the sidelines.