After the typhoon passed, all that was left was a mess, with garbage and fallen leaves scattered on the streets. However, the air was filled with a sense of freshness, and the sky was unusually clear and blue.
The typhoon was like a violent cleaner, roughly washing the area in a harsh way. Although there was a mess everywhere, it didn't feel dirty or chaotic. The streets, houses, and roadside trees all looked brand new.
"It's starting to look like a miniature world," Wang Bing said with a smile as he went out to sweep fallen leaves in the morning.
Chen Yang stretched and said, "It does look quite promising."
These residents, accustomed to living in the micro-world, rarely want to go out. Even though the worst of the smog has passed, HZ is still shrouded in gray, with blue skies only appearing around typhoon times.
The typhoon didn't significantly affect the construction of the New Micro World Inn; only a few auxiliary scaffolding pieces collapsed, nothing serious. The workers, however, were a bit disappointed, as they wouldn't be receiving the triple wages they'd received before the typhoon.
Mr. and Mrs. Yun, along with Grandpa Yun, arrived early in the morning. They only learned about the Yun family's support later. Wang Bing knew that they couldn't help much during the typhoon, so he didn't tell them for the time being.
"Chen Yang, thank you so much this time. No need for many words. If you ever need me in the future, I will definitely not hesitate to help you," Yun Hu said to Chen Yang.
“Brother Yun, given our relationship, you wouldn’t even frown. Your words lack sincerity.” Chen Yang smiled and then added, “Yun Shi is building an inn for me. If something happens, how can I explain it to you and the old man?”
Yun Hu paused for a moment, then burst into laughter: "That's right. What kind of relationship do we have? There's no need to be so polite with you. It's good for Yun Shi to have this kind of experience once."
After examining Yun Shi's body, Grandpa Yun said, "It seems I still need to train his skills more. His reaction is too slow and his emergency response ability is insufficient."
Yun Shi's face immediately fell. He had never had the talent for martial arts, and his grandfather hadn't forced him, thus sparing him a childhood of arduous training. Yun Hu wasn't so lucky; he trained for over ten years before his grandfather gave up on him. Mom, Yun Hu cried his heart out then, it was hard to tell whether it was the sadness of being abandoned or the joy of no longer having to practice.
After confirming that Yun Shi was alright, Yun Hu invited Chen Yang to dinner at a famous restaurant by West Lake to express his gratitude. Other Jie Min who knew the news and had time also came.
With the typhoon approaching, Weijie Inn is closed for the next two days, and we have no guests today, so everyone has some free time.
When Guo Zifeng found out, he secretly regretted not seizing the opportunity. Everyone was eager to treat each other to a meal at this rare gathering. However, Guo Zifeng was quite clever; he immediately brought out two bottles of his treasured vintage wine.
His best offering was tea, but it wasn't appropriate for this occasion. Besides, everyone was used to drinking good tea and it wasn't anything special.
On the contrary, people still find alcohol quite rare.
It's no wonder the drinks they brew in the micro-world aren't very good. Whether it's wine, fruit wine, barley wine, or ale, they're all inferior to the average quality in the real world, only slightly better than mass-produced goods, far from being premium.
Winemaking requires very high-quality ingredients. Wild ingredients are not necessarily good. Otherwise, all those estates would have been working in vain for so many years. The varieties developed through generations of research are definitely much better than those found in nature.
Hou Yu's family, Hong Gui and Li Sen, Zhang Jian, Lin Ke, Xia Yue, Yu Xuan, and others—everyone who could come did. Even Mo Xi canceled a meeting and drove all the way from Shanghai. Those who lived too far away had to regretfully miss it.
Yun Hu was overjoyed and booked the best private room in the restaurant.
Everyone arrived one after another, even Yu Xuan took a taxi. Just a month ago, Yu Xuan wouldn't even take the bus, let alone a taxi. Having just escaped poverty, Yu Xuan had no idea that he would become very rich and continued to live frugally.
"Yu Xuan, how about we collaborate on a colored sculpture next time?"
Zhang Jian and Yu Xuan arrived at the restaurant at the same time. Zhang Jian greeted them warmly. In his mind, Yu Xuan was an artist like him, and they were two rare artists in the micro-world. Of course, they should get closer to each other.
Yu Xuan was somewhat flattered. He had heard of Zhang Jian's reputation before, and he was genuinely surprised to see Zhang Jian after entering the Micro Realm.
"No problem, I have no problem at all," Yu Xuan quickly replied.
"What is it?" Hou Yu walked over at this moment, with Li Ye silently following behind him.
"We plan to collaborate on a colored sculpture."
“That’s great! Show me when you’ve carved it. By the way, Yu Xuan, could you carve a Totoro for me? My Li Ye loves Totoro the most.”
Upon hearing Hou Yu's words, Li Ye's eyes lit up, and he stared at Yu Xuan silently, his eyes filled with eager anticipation.
"Yes, yes, it's no trouble at all, I'll give it to you," Yu Xuan said.
Hou Yu patted Yu Xuan on the shoulder and said, "No need to give me anything. You're too generous for your poverty. That's not a good habit."
Yu Xuan scratched his head. He felt that Hou Yu's words made a lot of sense, but he didn't know what to do.
“Your wooden head is really good at carving wood. How about this, Zhang Jian’s next art exhibition and your sculpture exhibition are held together? Aren’t you carving European Emperor’s wood carvings? You can also bring them out to display. You can also borrow the sculptures that you sold to Yun Hu to display. He can’t wait to show them off.”
Lin Ke told Yu Xuan that she was an expert in selling artworks.
More and more people arrived. Lu Lin, who had just finished a business trip in Kyoto, immediately took her private jet after hearing the news and was currently on the plane. She estimated she would arrive when everyone was halfway through the meal. Ding Qihan and Weng Ji were giving a joint speech abroad and wouldn't be able to return for the time being.
This restaurant has a great reputation, and its head chef is a very famous veteran chef, much better than Wang Bing and Li Su'er, who are not professional chefs after all. Yun Hu specifically requested that the head chef cook for him personally.
Of course, having the head chef cook comes at a very high price, but Yunhu doesn't mind at all.
As one exquisite dish after another was served, everyone's appetite was whetted. Guo Zifeng also opened the wine he had brought, and the aroma of the wine immediately filled the air.
The group didn't discuss business; it was purely a gathering, so everyone had a great time chatting. However, since it was a public place, everyone tacitly avoided mentioning anything related to the micro-world.
"This chef's cooking skills are good, but unfortunately the meat quality is still not as good as what we eat," Wang Bing sighed with some regret.
“That’s right, the beef from our own cattle farms tastes much better,” Hou Yu said.
They were just chatting casually and didn't mention the Micro World. Although it was related, no one would have guessed they were discussing another world.
A waiter carrying dishes past the private room overheard this and told the chef in charge of purchasing the ingredients, who then told the head chef.
The head chef frowned and immediately became displeased. As a chef, especially one in his position, he was confident in his dishes and always used the best ingredients.
“We selected Australian beef. They’re so arrogant, thinking they’re raising Kobe beef. I’d like to see what they’re all about.”
After finishing his work, the head chef took off his chef's hat and strode out of the kitchen. The chefs and waiters looked at each other in surprise and quickly called the boss.
When the head chef gets angry, no one can stop him except the boss.
(End of this chapter)
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