Two days later, at the Su family.
Outside the wing room next to Ziwei Pavilion, Su Changhe personally led Wen Wushang in front, introducing with a smile: "Director Wen, this is Ziwei Pavilion. It just so happens that this wing room next to it is empty. It is quiet and peaceful, perfect for resting."
Before he finished speaking, Su Yao returned from afar with a leisurely pace.
Seeing this, Su Changhe smiled and said, "Su Yao, you're back just in time. We have a distinguished guest at home."
He paused, then looked at Wen Wushang with a smile. "This is the richest man in Yaocheng, Mr. Wen Daben, Director Wen. Five years ago, he funded your father's Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital to develop medical projects, investing 100 million. When you are at home, you must entertain Director Wen well and never neglect him."
Su Changhe turned his head and said to Wen Wushang, "Director Wen, I have trained Su Yao as the future head of the Su family. During your stay at the Su family, if you need anything, you can tell Su Yao."
He paused, his face solemn. "I have an emergency patient to see, so I need to rush back to the Su's Chinese Medicine Clinic immediately. I hope you can forgive me."
Wen Wushang smiled slightly, his demeanor elegant, his deep blue eyes deep and calm: "Please make yourself at your own pace, Grandpa Su. You're welcome. I will definitely treat you like I'm at home, no need to be formal."
Su Changhe nodded with a smile and left quickly.
Watching Su Changhe's back disappear, Su Yao stared at Wen Wushang coldly, with a hint of sarcasm in the depths of his purple eyes.
"What's going on? The richest man also needs to live in the Su family?"
A faint smile appeared on his cold and evil handsome face. He took a step forward with his long legs and stood shoulder to shoulder with Su Yao. "I'll watch you and collect the fragments of your spiritual consciousness as soon as possible."
Su Yao sneered: "What? Summon the dragon after gathering them all?"
Wen Wushang curled his lips, his blue eyes curved slightly, and his voice was low and hoarse: "Summon the God of Freedom."
She shook her head, her eyes cold: "You are really paranoid. Obsession is not advisable."
"If you fight me soon, I won't bother you anymore."
At this moment, Fu Bao suddenly appeared. Seeing that Wen Wushang seemed to be harassing Su Yao, he frowned and was about to drive him out of Ziwei Pavilion, but in the next second, Wen Wushang gave him a cold look, and he was hit hard and was suddenly knocked more than ten meters away.
With a bang, Fubao almost hit the wall, but fortunately, Liu Yuting, who was quick-eyed and quick-handed, caught him steadily. He held his waist with his palm and gently pulled him to the side.
His green eyes darkened slightly, and he whispered, "Fubao, you are no match for him. He is Wen Wushang."
Fu Bao's eyes flashed with surprise, and he gritted his teeth and whispered, "He is Wen Wushang?!"
After all, the former Lord of the Demon Realm always wore a mask, and Fubao had never really seen his true face.
At this moment, Qingcheng and Bai Ze also quickly appeared. The aura around them instantly tensed, their eyes as cold as knives, firmly locking onto Wen Wushang.
Su Yao glanced lazily at everyone, his tone sarcastic but calm: "Everyone, relax. Mr. Wen is my father's major shareholder in the Chinese Medicine Hospital. Grandpa said that we can't offend this 'distinguished guest'."
Although the words were spoken lightly, they contained an obvious implication: there was no need to be an enemy of Wen Wushang at this moment.
Everyone looked at each other and suppressed their murderous intent at the same time.
Wen Wushang raised the corners of his lips slightly, his blue eyes revealing a playful and cool look: "I hope to live in peace with you all in the future. I am only Director Wen now, no different from your Director Su, just an ordinary citizen."
His words sounded like a huge joke to everyone. Who would believe him?
At this time, Zhu Yan came from the kitchen with a tray of food.
She held a plate of delicious dishes in each hand, and the aroma was so fragrant that it made people salivate.
Zhu Yan made Su Yao's ten favorite dishes today: spicy boiled beef, braised lion's head, mapo tofu, pan-fried fish fillet, glutinous rice lotus root slices, sweet and sour pork tenderloin, garlic shrimp, Kung Pao chicken, fish-flavored shredded pork, and a pot of steaming spicy hot pot, which was filled with the aroma of butter and had a mellow spicy taste.
The bottom of the pot is bright red and rich, and the edge of the hot pot is filled with extremely thinly sliced mutton rolls, fatty beef slices, yellow throat, and tripe, paired with a green vegetable platter and golden crispy fried meat. It is full of color, aroma and taste, and the aroma is so rich in the steam that it makes people salivate.
Wen Wushang's blue eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a hint of interest, and his tone was nonchalant: "I've heard that Master Suzaku's cooking skills are first-class. Today I'm lucky enough to be able to taste his food."
As soon as he finished speaking, he sat down without any hesitation, his manners elegant and natural, as if this place was his territory.
Su Yao smiled faintly, too lazy to care, and sat down casually.
Seeing this, Liu Yuting was not willing to be outdone. He took a step forward and sat down on the other side of Su Yao with a calm expression.
The subtle triangle relationship is filled with a smell of gunpowder in silence.
Qingcheng, Bai Ze, Fubao and Zhu Yan who were present looked at each other, thinking that something was wrong, and quickly made excuses to leave, fearing that they would be accidentally swept into this Shura field with undercurrents and get covered in blood.
Inside the Ziwei Pavilion, three people sat quietly. The atmosphere was subtle yet strangely peaceful.
All that was left was curling smoke, lingering fragrance, and steaming heat.
Su Yao remained calm and composed.
Wen Wushang and Liu Yuting, one evil and unruly, the other cold and arrogant, both competed secretly with a calm attitude, just waiting for the opportunity to determine the winner in one fell swoop.
The steaming hot pot exudes an enticing aroma, and the ten famous dishes carefully prepared by Zhu Yan are delicious and mouth-watering.
Wen Wushang picked up a piece of braised lion's head with chopsticks, his movements graceful and natural, and placed it in Su Yao's bowl. His tone was lazy but sharp, "This lion's head dish originated in the Jiangnan region during the Qing Dynasty. It pays attention to the combination of fat and lean meat, the meat is tender, and the soup is rich. In the early days, it was a tribute. Director Su, you might want to give it a try."
Not willing to be outdone, Liu Yuting picked up a pan-fried fish fillet and whispered, "The art of pan-frying fish originated in Chu. The fish is scaled and cleaned, marinated with a light salt, and then pan-fried over low heat. It's crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, and the aroma is everywhere. It's said that Qu Yuan's hometown was famous for this skill."
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