Chapter 82 Digestion

The chefs at Zhou Mansion were indeed outstanding. Even without the help of a side dish chef, they still managed to prepare a large table full of dishes within the allotted time. The aroma was irresistible and received unanimous praise from the guests present.

The carvings were so beautiful that several staff members even took photos and posted them on their social media. Seeing their amazed expressions, the chef walked to the table with his head held high.

He gave a deep 90-degree bow and said, "Young Master Xia, my mission is complete."

The guests all gaped in astonishment, and Xia Mian was so startled she almost fell off her chair: "Uh, no need to be so polite, get up quickly."

The chef stood up as instructed: "Alright. Are you satisfied with the dishes?"

"Satisfied, very satisfied."

The chef then gave a deep 90-degree bow: "Thank you for liking my work."

Damn, Xia Mian was completely stunned by his words—it really is a melodramatic story! Zhou Pingchuan actually likes to play the master-servant trope!

He took a deep breath, barely managing to suppress the urge to roll his eyes, and stood up to bow to the chef: "No, no, no, I should thank you instead, thank you for coming to help."

The esteemed guest bowed to him, but oh dear, that was unacceptable! The chef then bowed even more deeply, at a 145-degree angle: "It is my honor to serve you."

"......"

Xia Mian dared not say any more to him.

If we keep talking like this, won't we have to kneel on the ground and kowtow to each other?

He smiled and saw the oddball out of the house as quickly as possible.

After what had just happened, the guests inevitably looked embarrassed, but all of that embarrassment vanished the moment they tasted the food.

Even Xia Mian was so surprised that she almost cried. Waaah, it's so delicious!

Zhou Mansion, forever a legend!

Because she had eaten too much, after seeing off the guests and the production crew, Xia Mian patted her round belly and decided to go out to find a gym and do some serious weightlifting.

He started the car and called Zhou Pingchuan at the same time.

Zhou Pingchuan was playing golf with Secretary Liu from the provincial government, and his phone was with Yu Heng. Yu Heng saw the caller ID, thought for a moment, and then whispered, "Chairman Zhou, it's Mr. Xia on the phone."

"Yes," Zhou Pingchuan said succinctly.

Yu Heng answered the call, switched to speakerphone, and a lazy male voice came through: "What's wrong with your chef?"

This statement was full of questioning. Secretary Liu, Yu Heng, and even the caddies present all paused for a moment—who dared to challenge this big shot?

Zhou Pingchuan's tone was quite calm: "What did he do to offend you?"

"It's outrageous! They kept calling me 'Young Master'! And their cooking was so good that one meal made all my month's worth of fitness efforts go down the drain, forcing me to go for a walk to digest."

Based on Zhou Pingchuan's understanding of Xia Mian, Xia Mian's "stroll" most likely meant a walk in the mall, a reminder to him: This baby is going to spend money again.

Zhou Pingchuan chimed in, "Buy more, it'll help you digest faster."

Xia Mian retorted guiltily, "I didn't say I wanted to buy anything! I just wanted to go out and exercise."

Very few people would speak to Zhou Pingchuan like that. Secretary Liu was quite curious about the person on the other end of the phone and interjected, "Young man, if you're interested, you can come over and play ball with us."

Which type of ball should we play?

Zhou Pingchuan: "Golf."

Golf courses are windy and sunny, and summer hibernation doesn't like this kind of slow, unexciting sport...

But he and Zhou Pingchuan never exercised together.

After hesitating for a while, Xia Mian said, "Okay, send me your location."

Golf is a gentleman's sport, and the attire is very particular; one must wear a collared and sleeved shirt.

Xia Mian glanced down at her loose-fitting T-shirt. Luckily, they hadn't left yet. She got off the bus, went back to her apartment, and changed into a polo shirt.

The golf course wasn't far from Xinghai International, and Xia Mian arrived quickly following the navigation. The caddie was waiting for him in the equipment room. He led Xia Mian to the innermost room and opened the safe: "Mr. Xia, these are Mr. Zhou's golf clubs. Please choose a set first."

His father had taken him to play golf a few times before, but he found it boring and gradually stopped going. He wasn't very good at the sport, so he asked the caddie, "Where's Zhou Pingchuan?"

Perhaps because he hadn't heard of the name of the Third Master Zhou in a long time, the caddie took a moment to realize who it was: "...Mr. Zhou is playing ball."

"Let him choose for me, I don't know how to choose."

Golf etiquette is also reflected in social manners. Players must arrive early before the match begins, and during the match, they should try to remain focused and respect their opponents in order to have a pleasant competition.

The caddie thought to himself, "These clubs are all good stuff. I can just grab any set and use it. Why bother Jay Chou with such a small thing?"

This big guy is a long-time member of his club. Everyone at the stadium knows his temper—he seems polite on the surface, but if you offend him, the stadium owner will have to fly over to apologize the next second and kick the troublemaker out.

However, he couldn't figure out the relationship between Xia Mian and Zhou Pingchuan, so he still returned to the arena as instructed and relayed Xia Mian's words to Zhou Pingchuan verbatim.

Strangely, the large Buddha statue, which was always unpredictable in its expression, actually didn't get angry!

While swinging, he thought seriously for a few seconds: "His wrists are thin, let's get that Honma set."

Honma cues are handcrafted by workers, combining functionality with a great feel.

The caddie responded and walked towards the equipment room, silently wondering to himself: How did Jay Chou know that Mr. Xia's wrists were thin?

After picking up their golf bags, the caddies took Xia Mian on a shuttle bus to the golf course.

Summer hibernation arrived late, and the course was already halfway through. Zhou Pingchuan had played thirteen holes, with only five holes left.

Because of the recording, the boy wore a light layer of makeup today. His skin was clear and bright in the sunlight, and his lips were red and his teeth were white. He walked over slowly, like a sight that was hard to ignore.

Zhou Pingchuan glanced at him, swung his club and putted the ball into the long hole, saying calmly, "Secretary Liu, how about we change opponents?"

Secretary Liu felt the young man looked very familiar, but couldn't place him. He laughed and said, "So handsome, of course I'd be interested!"

The wind was strong on the field, and Xia Mian couldn't hear what they were saying. She only saw Zhou Pingchuan turn his head and beckon to him with his finger.

The previous times Xia Mian had met Zhou Pingchuan, it was always on formal occasions, and he was mostly wearing a suit. This was the first time she had seen him in sportswear.

Strangely, it doesn't seem out of place at all; its shape is bright and smooth, like a promising young college student. Upon closer inspection, one can even detect a hint of arrogance.

What's going on? I'm not a kitten or puppy, why are you calling me that?

Xia Mian pouted and reluctantly went over.