Super Zoo

In life, eating and drinking encapsulate much of our existences, but if we were to expand on that, we'd arrive at the notion of "food and lust."

The construction of Whisperwind Pavilion was drawing to a close, the major building work had pretty much finished, it simply hadn't opened to the public yet. As a result, the workload of the chief manager, Hong Feifei, had significantly decreased. After some time to recuperate, the wound on her thigh had almost completely healed, which was why Suming often came here to mooch meals.

This was the food aspect.

As for lust, even though he couldn't lay a hand on Hong Feifei, gazing at the beautiful chef was indeed a feast for the eyes. Sitting by the lake, enjoying delicious food while ogling a pretty lady, was one of life's greatest pleasures.

They say two tigers cannot share one mountain, and this holds true for tigresses as well; one beauty and another charmer, when put together, inevitably turn life into a palace drama.

Furthermore, Nangong Yan had a major weak point—her cooking was, frankly, nothing to boast about. Suming had been forced to eat Nangong Yan's dishes a few times, and after each occasion, his worldview shifted dramatically in a short period. He felt a sense of life being unbearable and nearly lost hope for humanity.

On the other hand, the dishes made by Hong Feifei were truly addictive.

Therefore, Suming never brought Nangong Yan to eat at Whisperwind Pavilion. He'd even begun to worry about how he would cope if he ended up marrying Nangong Yan in the future. Surely, he couldn't sneak off to find another woman every time it was time to eat?

Life always seemed to fall short of expectations...

He had just turned a bend around Shuijun Lake when he saw Nangong Huang squatting at the gate, smoking, a litter of cigarette butts around him. Wang Cai and De Fu, who knew when they had arrived, were also squatting beside Nangong Huang, their tongues sticking out in a way that, at a glance, made them look like three stone lions guarding the gate.

Seeing Suming approaching, the two big wolfhounds rushed over happily and stood up to pounce on him. These two had grown to the size of young calves and could reach Suming's shoulders standing up, almost toppling him into the river.

"Hey, hey, hey, don't be impulsive!" Suming quickly rubbed the heads of the two big dogs and turned to ask Nangong Huang, "What are you squatting here for?"

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"I'm waiting for dinner. There's sweet and sour pork on the menu tonight." Nangong Huang had spent more time freeloading at Whisperwind Pavilion than Suming had.

He couldn't bear to mention it, not at all, just hearing him say that, Suming's mind conjured up an image of a plate of sweet and sour pork wrapped in clear crystals, and he could feel his mouth watering.

"Why wait out here? Go inside!"

Suming was about to enter Whisperwind Pavilion with the dogs when he pushed the door and found out that the two lattice doors were locked from the inside.

"Huh?" Suming was taken aback. It wasn't that Nangong Huang wouldn't go in; he simply couldn't.

With mealtime upon them, where had Hong Feifei run off to?

Shopping? That didn't seem to be the beautiful chef's hobby. After getting to know her better, Suming discovered that the chef, who seemed to hold the universe in her hands as long as she had a kitchen knife, was rather home-bound at heart. She did her shopping for clothes and cosmetics online, and whenever she had free time, she'd be cooking. Her passion for the kitchen far exceeded that for the CBD.

As he was pondering, a figure flashed by the door, and with a creak, the door opened.

"Eh?!"

"Ah!"

The people in front of and behind the door both let out an exclamation.

Ding, from Xiankelai, and Hong Feifei were standing shoulder to shoulder at the door, with Suming at the entrance. The three, separated by a doorstep, were locked in a standoff of stares.

"Oh..." Suming let out another meaningful interjection.

Ding Jing maintained her usual aloof and arrogant demeanor, with a stern face, while Hong Feifei, who had thinner skin, blushed a shade of red on her small ovular face under Suming's gaze.

"Mr. Ding, hehe... hello there..." The way Suming said 'hello' was not to greet but to indicate 'nice work.'

Brother, the chef you paid for, that Ding has just come waltzing in, isn't that inappropriate? While it's true leaders shouldn't interfere with their subordinates' love lives, it doesn't mean subordinates can mess around in the office with locked doors during broad daylight. It doesn't look good.

Ding Jing remained silent, but Hong Feifei, somewhat flustered, explained, "Mr. Su, you know, we are about to open, and Mr. Ding was discussing the menu with me..."

Suming almost laughed seeing her failing to hide her agitation and stumbling over her words.@@novelbin@@

Suming didn't expose her. Instead, Ding Jing glared and said to Hong Feifei sternly, "Enough, he's not an idiot! You dummy, you've never been able to lie since you were little!"

"I..." Hong Feifei was nearly brought to tears by her words.

Suming: "..." What's this act? Everyone is well aware of their situation, but no one has ever taken the initiative to bring it into the open. But judging by Ding Jing's demeanor, is she no longer intent on keeping it under wraps?

"Mr. Su, care to come in for a chat?" Ding Jing turned slightly, making way for him.

Suming peeked into Whisperwind Pavilion; there was no one inside.

However, the door facing Shuijun Lake on the first floor was wide open. There was a carved wooden table on the terrace outside, with tea and cakes on it. It seemed he had been mistaken; the two of them were probably just chatting by the table just now.

"Oh!" Suming wasn't sure what Ding wanted to talk about, but just as he stepped in, he suddenly thought of something and shouted, "Nangong Huang, aren't you tired of squatting there? Come in with me."

"The kid doesn't understand anything, let him wait by the door," Ding Jing said.

Nangong Huang defiantly flipped the bird, "Cut it out, what don't I understand? Just some trivial matter between you two, as if anyone is keen to listen. My brother-in-law's just too nice to bother with your nagging. If you ask me, a woman should just stick to her business. I couldn't care less whether you're into yuri or some other nonsense, can't have kids anyway, just busywork. Just don't forget to cook..."

Mr. Su, you go ahead, I'll act like I saw nothing and heard nothing today, and I definitely won't tell my sister that you were alone with these two women..."

Ding was flabbergasted by Nangong Huang's retort, her face turned pale, and it took her a while to process before glaring at him fiercely, "Why don't you go try stand-up comedy?"

"Okay, enough chit-chat," Suming quickly stepped through the entrance. No matter how handsome Nangong Huang was, his sharp tongue and lack of filter meant that if he continued, Ding might just end up ill with frustration.

As soon as they entered, Ding swiftly shut the door behind them and bolted it.

"Mr. Su, let's sit outside. Feifei, go make some tea and start dinner, I have a few words to discuss with Mr. Su," Ding Jing commanded like the head of the household.

"Oh." Hong Feifei, looking every bit the dutiful little wife, bowed her head and swiftly headed to the back kitchen.

Suming was dumbfounded. Truly, you can't judge a book by its cover. Who would have thought that Ding, a renowned beauty in the business world of Yangchuan City, would be like a big man behind closed doors? Or that Hong Feifei, a culinary prodigy, would be ordered around like a little maid with just a few words.

After sitting down at the lakeside table, Ding Jing lit a slim cigarette with her slender fingers and took a deep drag.

"Mr. Su, you must be aware of my relationship with Feifei, aren't you?"