Urban Most Awesome Dad - Chapter 43

Chapter 43 Good Food and Drinks Arrangement_1

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As Zhonghai’s wealthiest man, Lu Chennong naturally had several high-level chefs in his household.

These were the top chefs from the hotels under Lu Chennong, and only those with over thirty years of experience could enter his household to personally cook for him and his wife.

Zhang Lijuan asked everyone about their preferences and then picked up the phone on the table to call the kitchen and order the dishes for lunch.

Several renowned chefs in Zhonghai began bustling about in a kitchen not far from the villa.

A few minutes later, the doorbell rang, and several servants in uniform brought the meals in elaborate sealed boxes.

The dining table was already set, and as everyone took their seats and arranged the food on the table, they began a lavish lunch.

Tongtong sat next to Xu Fan, his big eyes fixed on the exquisite dishes; he almost drooled, but his arms were too short to reach the food on the table. He could only gaze at Xu Fan with a pitiful look, pouting slightly.

“Baby Tongtong, which one do you want to eat? Tell daddy,” Xu Fan said affectionately as he picked up his chopsticks and asked Little Tongtong.

“Daddy, I want this one, and this one, and this one, and this one, and this one…,” Tongtong shook his head, pointing one by one, nearly covering every dish on the table.

No one could blame Tongtong, as the dishes made by Lu Chennong’s chefs were indeed full of color, fragrance, and flavor. They not only looked appetizing but also filled the room with their aroma, tempting the little foodie Tongtong, whose eyes spun with desire.

“Tongtong, eat whatever you want,” Zhang Lijuan said, looking at Tongtong’s adorable expression, feeling as if her heart was melting. She pushed the plates a bit closer to Xu Fan.

“Sister-in-law, no need to be polite, I can reach them,” Xu Fan said with a light smile. He reached out, picked up a piece of crispy yet tender ribs, and set it on Tongtong’s small plate.

“Oh yeah, Tongtong is going to have some meat,” Tongtong exclaimed with his little spoon, ready to take on the rib in his plate.

Xu Fan gently held Tongtong’s little hand and used his chopsticks to pick up the rib, carefully blowing on it several times to make sure it was cool enough to not burn his mouth, before gently placing it on Tongtong’s little dish.

“Daddy is so nice,” Tongtong said with his big eyes twinkling, sweetly speaking to Xu Fan. Then, picking up his little spoon, he began earnestly gnawing on the rib.

Everyone smiled as they watched Tongtong’s cute way of eating.

The lunch went on amid everyone’s laughter and chitchat.

Lu Chennong brought out several bottles of premium wine from his cellar, treasures that had been stored for many years, including thirty-year-old Moutai, Wuliangye, and 1982 Lafite Rothschild.

Xu Fan and Lu Chenbing opened a bottle of Moutai, while Lu Chennong and his wife, as they were preparing for pregnancy, only opened a bottle of red wine, pouring just a little for each without overdoing it.

Xu Fan and Lu Chenbing initially insisted the couple not drink, but they felt joyful for having eliminated the cold poison from their bodies and so just symbolically poured a little.

“I propose a toast to Elder Xu,” Lu Chennong raised his glass to Xu Fan. “Elder Xu, you are truly my savior!”

Zhang Lijuan also raised her glass, full of gratitude.

Lu Chenbing, with his glass held high, was from a military background and excelled in drinking. He said to Xu Fan, “Elder Xu, I, Lu Chenbing, have been in the army since I was eighteen, for more than twenty years, and I have never been submissive to anyone. You are the first. Let’s drink to your ability to eliminate the poison from my brother.”

Xu Fan raised his glass, filled with about two ounces of liquor. He smiled slightly and said, “Being able to help Elder Brother Lu is fate, and we’ve already thanked each other countless times. After this drink, let’s not mention it again.”

“Alright, I, Lu Chennong, will always keep it in my heart,” Lu Chennong raised his glass of red wine high.

Then the four of them clinked glasses together.

“Wait, what about Tongtong?” Tongtong was also a little rascal who loved to join in the fun, raising her own cup filled with juice. Because it wasn’t high enough, the little one stood on a stool and, holding onto the table, finally clinked her glass against the others’.

“Come on, let’s drink with our little beauty,” Lu Chennong laughed heartily.

The five glasses touched lightly.

Then, the four adults drained their glasses in one go.

Tongtong could only drink half her cup before she struggled with it, put her glass down, with plenty of juice still smeared around her mouth, her face looking like a little kitten.

With a pang of tenderness, Xu Fan picked up a napkin and gently wiped the corners of Tongtong’s mouth.

Tongtong shook her head side to side, enjoying the pampering from her dad, a contented smile playing on her lips.

“Brother Xu, come, I’ll toast you once more. This time, to your impressive Martial Dao cultivation at such a young age. I, Lu Chenbing, have toiled for decades and still can’t match your youthful achievements. So, this cup is for you,” said Lu Chenbing, having refilled his two-ounce cup, and topping up Xu Fan’s glass as well.

If this scene had been witnessed by others, they probably would have been stunned.

Although Lu Chenbing hadn’t been in Zhonghai for long, he’d already overseen several major cases, earning the reputation of ‘Zhonghai City’s Fierce Police Tiger.’ A figure of such high rank and authority personally pouring wine for Xu Fan was almost unbelievable.

But Xu Fan wasn’t at all uncomfortable with it. As the Five-Direction Heavenly Emperor, he had the Fairy Yaochi serving him wine. Back then, when some bootlickers in the Cultivation World learned of it, they went mad with envy and exploded in a fit of cultivation deviation.

Therefore, with Lu Chenbing personally pouring him wine, Xu Fan didn’t make a big fuss and calmly lifted his glass, saying to Lu Chenbing, “Big Brother Lu, the path of Martial Dao values not only talent but also greatly depends on opportunities. Big Brother Lu mustn’t belittle yourself. Who knows, you might encounter fortune and soar to the Grandmaster Realm.”

“Brother Xu, I think if there is such an opportunity, it’s eight times likely to come from you,” Lu Chenbing laughed whole-heartedly and clinked glasses lightly with Xu Fan.

“Haha, if there really is an opportunity, I’ll definitely do my utmost to help Big Brother Lu raise his Martial Dao Realm,” Xu Fan nodded and emptied his glass.

The two had only clinked their glasses twice, and a thirty-year Moutai bottle was already emptied.

“Come on, let’s open another bottle,” Lu Chenbing said grandly, picking up another ancient-looking Moutai bottle and effortlessly popping the cap with his fingertips.

Xu Fan smiled slightly, thinking he wasn’t afraid to keep up, and placed his empty glass on the table.

“Brother Xu can really hold his liquor; you are such a hearty fellow,” Lu Chenbing said while filling up the glasses again.

Clink, clink, the two chatted and toasted, and in no time, they had downed four bottles of Moutai.

“Xu… Xu… Brother Xu, in the future… if there’s… there’s… anything, just come to your brother Lu… Lu… Big Brother Lu.” After a quart of liquor, Lu Chenbing was starting to show signs of drunkenness, his face flushed and his gaze unfocused, his speech slurred.

“No problem, from now on in Zhonghai, I will still be counting on the help of two big brothers,” Xu Fan said with a sober expression and a smile.