Zhao Guo'an saw the little girl's appearance and couldn't help but feel a burst of satisfaction. He sneered, "If you're going to be a fan, you should be rational about it. Otherwise, you might end up in tears."

Xiao Feng and the others glanced at him, feeling that Zhao Guo'an's gloating expression was really asking for a beating.

As for the little girl, was she the type to suffer losses?

Sure enough, the little girl wasn't pleased at all. She put her chopsticks on the table, stood up, and rolled up her sleeves, "Come on, let's step outside and exchange a few moves."

"A gentleman uses his words, not his fists," Zhao Guo'an firmly refused. Don't be fooled by the little girl's petite appearance; he couldn't help but feel apprehensive at the thought of a real fight.

"And you call yourself a gentleman!" The little girl put her hands on her hips, dissatisfied, "I don't get what's so great about you that you're proud of. Even if I cry, I can cry in brother Xiao Feng's arms, and if I lose a fight, my master will back me up. What do you have?"

"..." Zhao Guo'an looked at Xiao Feng, then at Lin Zhiyan, and finally didn't dare to say anything. Damn it, this is bullying when you're outnumbered and outpowered.

At this moment, a fat man wearing an apron came over, holding a bowl of noodles without much oil.

Seeing him, Xiao Feng couldn't help but recall a sketch line: a big head, thick neck, if not a tycoon, then a cook.

It seemed this man was both the innkeeper and the cook of this place.

The fat man walked up to the old man, thudded the bowl onto the table, and said indifferently, "Eat up."

The old man looked up at him, his eyes filled with unspeakable disappointment, but he said nothing and started eating with his chopsticks.

Everyone paused their actions. The little tiger had just called the old man grandpa, so this fat guy should be the old man's son. How could a son treat his father with such an attitude?

Moreover, even if he's just an employee, the meals shouldn't be this poor, right?

But everyone held back their comments. Family matters are the hardest to judge; outsiders have no idea what really goes on inside. Meddling would only cause trouble for oneself.

Unexpectedly, the fat guy came over directly, showing a very enthusiastic smile and asking, "Did you all enjoy the appetizers our place provided?"

"They're alright," Xiao Feng replied, neither warmly nor coldly.

The fat guy wasn't bothered by Xiao Feng's attitude and continued, "Meeting is a chance of fate. How about we have a few drinks? It's winter, so let's warm ourselves up."

Xiao Feng and Zhao Guo'an exchanged a glance, starting to speculate about the fat boss's intentions. Either he wanted them to spend more money on drinks, or he was trying to drag things until nightfall so they'd rent rooms.

It certainly couldn't be out of kindness. He treated his own father with such an attitude, let alone strangers like them.

"Sure, let's have a few drinks. But let's make it clear first. We'll drink your wine, and you'll eat our food; fair and reasonable," Xiao Feng said with a smile.

The fat boss was momentarily stunned, seemingly not expecting Xiao Feng to be so straightforward, but quickly regained his smile and said, "You've really misunderstood me. I just want to make friends with you young folks. Being cooped up in the kitchen all day is suffocating. It's nice to have someone to talk to."

With that, he pulled out two bottles of wine from the liquor cabinet, brought them over to the table, and said cheerfully, "Today, the wine's on me. Drink as much as you like."

Pouring the wine for Zhao Guo'an and Xiao Feng, the fat boss held up the bottle and looked at everyone.

The girls all shook their heads, indicating they wouldn't drink, while Fujiwara Keiaki glanced at Su Yuzhuo, then brought his glass over, "Half a glass is enough for me."

The fat boss didn't insist, pouring half a glass for Fujiwara Keiaki, then raised his glass with both hands, "Let me introduce myself. I'm the owner of this place. My name is Miao Ruifeng, and I toast to everyone with this drink!"

After saying this, he downed two shots in one go, even flipping the glass to show everyone, looking quite straightforward.

Xiao Feng smiled and did the same, as if he were drinking water.

"Looks like you're quite the drinker. We brothers must really drink it up," Miao Ruifeng said cheerfully as he refilled Xiao Feng's glass.

Zhao Guo'an, however, felt uncomfortable, looking at the wine in his glass as if it were poison.

"No worries, drink less if you can't handle it. It's all about having fun; no need to push it," Miao Ruifeng said to ease the tension.

Zhao Guo'an looked at him gratefully, then drank a third of his glass and immediately chased it with water and food to counter the alcohol's spiciness.

"Come, let's have another drink!" Miao Ruifeng raised his glass to Xiao Feng.

Xiao Feng had already figured out that the boss definitely had an agenda, but he was eager for him to reveal it, so he played along without refusing.

"Quite the drinker indeed, there aren't many like you," Miao Ruifeng continued to pour wine for Xiao Feng.

They kept drinking, one glass after another. In less than ten minutes, the two bottles were emptied. Miao Ruifeng already showed some signs of drunkenness, but Xiao Feng looked unaffected, as if he had been drinking water.

"Bring two more bottles over," Miao Ruifeng slurred as he called to the old man, "Meeting someone from afar is not easy. I've got to drink well with this brother."

The little girl covered her mouth, snickering. "Trying to drink my brother Xiao Feng under the table? You couldn't even if you drank yourself dead three times over."

The old man furrowed his brows and brought over two more bottles, "You really should stop. If guests come later, how are you going to cook for them in that state?"

"What do you know!" Miao Ruifeng snapped, opening the bottles, and refilling his and Xiao Feng's glasses.

"Come brother, what's that saying again…" Miao Ruifeng scratched his head, then slapped his forehead and said, "Oh right, I remember—wine is father, food is mother; dying from drinking is better than being shot!"

Hearing this, everyone's expressions became quite colorful. Is this guy a cook or a comedian?

However, after hearing this, the old man clutched at his chest, pointing at Miao Ruifeng with a trembling hand, "You... you..."

But he couldn't get any more words out, as if something was stuck in his throat.

The little girl and Lu Yao quickly stood up to support the old man, while Zhao Guo'an reflexively hurried over to check the old man's pulse.

Miao Ruifeng gave the old man a sidelong glance and sneered, "Ignore him, he's good at acting. There was a film crew shooting in my place before, and he even had a bit part. The director praised him for having a talent for acting."

Lin Zhiyan suddenly turned to Miao Ruifeng, her voice cold, "How can you call yourself a son, treating your father like this? Even if you don't respect him, saying such heartless words, aren't you afraid of divine retribution?"

"Ha, you say I'm his son?" Miao Ruifeng pointed at the old man, who was being helped into a chair, looking amused, "Is he worthy of being my father?"

Lin Zhiyan's eyes sharpened, and she was about to lose her cool, but Xiao Feng stopped her with a look because his instincts told him that things were not as simple as they appeared.

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