Chapter 56: Every November 15th, I Want This!

“Come on, don’t be polite, everyone eat!”

Chen Zhiyu led Yu Xueqing upstairs to the second-floor dining room, warmly inviting her to sit, her smile flawless, showing not the slightest hint of rudeness.

The other large and four small crocodiles were taken by the pet park staff to the fish pond for feeding.

“Oh no, you really don’t need to be so generous!” Yu Xueqing protested as she saw Chen Zhiyu ordering, especially when she ordered a whole leg for her little fox—prices on the menu easily ran into hundreds.

Yu Xueqing involuntarily swallowed hard.

Charcoal-grilled ostrich leg (mild), price: 998.

A 998 ostrich leg online could already fetch half the price of a snow fox.

Seeing the pet park owner so generous, Yu Xueqing felt uneasy—she had done nothing to deserve this.

Why not just take one of my kidneys instead? Otherwise I’ll be too uncomfortable eating.

“Really, don’t be polite—we just finished renovating our Changping Mountain Pet Park two days ago, and such a big mistake happened on our watch. I should be the one apologizing.”

After inviting Yu Xueqing to order, Chen Zhiyu smiled helplessly and said, “By the way, I was so busy apologizing I never introduced myself—let me do so now. I’m Chen Zhiyu, of the Changping Mountain Chen clan.”

“Changping Mountain Chen clan?”

Yu Xueqing frowned in thought, feeling she’d heard the name before, but couldn’t quite place it.

“I’m Yu Xueqing, from Zhangxizhen. The little fox beside me is Xiao’an.”

When introducing herself, Yu Xueqing also mentioned her hometown, though her mother was an out-married daughter, so she didn’t add “Chen” to her name.

For some locals, mentioning one’s birthplace during self-introduction isn’t standard—but it can be a gesture of goodwill.

A city has many districts and towns, each with its own stereotypes.

In the early days of the nation’s founding, there was a reclamation policy: anyone who reclaimed wasteland gained usage rights to that land, allocated by the local village committee.

In Jiule City, the Changping Mountain Chen clan’s name was synonymous with owning vast mountains.

They grew tea on their slopes; though the flavor was poor and only suitable for blending, their main business was livestock farming—semi-wild.

Yu Xueqing’s mother’s clan, the Shougou—or Zhangxizhen Chen clan—was famous for tea cultivation.

Whether Changping Mountain Chen or Zhangxizhen Chen, both ran legitimate businesses and were considered prosperous, well-regarded villages.

But Lin Ying’s family, the Qiangzi Lin clan, was a classic example of an overseas criminal syndicate.

Just mentioning the name Lin would make anyone who knew how they built their power shrink back in fear.

“Do you have any Chens in Zhangxizhen?” Chen Zhiyu’s eyes lit up after hearing Yu Xueqing’s introduction.

“Yes, my mom’s from Zhangxizhen Chen clan,” Yu Xueqing nodded.

“Hahaha, great! Then during holidays, when you go to buy tea for gifts, give me a discount! Come on, add two more hearty dishes for our tea shop’s young lady!”

Chen Zhiyu added two more dishes, adding, “They’re not expensive—just chickens, ducks, and geese raised on our own mountain. The menu prices are inflated; in the village, they’re just a few yuan per jin.”

Zhangxizhen Chen’s Dongding Oolong tea wasn’t just famous in Jiule City—it was renowned nationwide and abroad.

During holidays, if you wanted to buy some for gifts, you’d have to run yourself ragged.

“Bang.”

An Sheng sat in his chair, watching Chen Zhiyu with interest, thinking quietly to himself, not interrupting Yu Xueqing and Chen Zhiyu’s conversation.

At that moment, a knock came at the private room door. Two waiters entered one after another, carrying a massive serving tray.

On the wooden tray sat a single ostrich leg.

A leg nearly one meter and sixty centimeters long was placed directly on An Sheng’s small table.

“?”

An Sheng and Yu Xueqing both sucked in a breath upon seeing the massive leg.

“Ying ying?”

An Sheng stared at the leg bigger than himself, then looked at Chen Zhiyu in shock—when it came to treating guests, our Sister Chen really knows how to do it! No need for words—if I just chewed on this, I’d be at it for four or five days.

“Hehe.”

Seeing the fox’s stunned expression and Yu Xueqing’s wide-eyed disbelief, Chen Zhiyu chuckled:

“This leg weighs fifteen jin. Sure, we make a profit on the price, but our pet park doesn’t exploit customers—we rely on the restaurant and selling pet pups for income.”

“This leg? Perfect for a meat-eating pet’s birthday feast—definitely impressive.”

“After dinner, I’ll take you to the breeding and boarding zones—you’ll be amazed.”

Yu Xueqing wanted to try the ostrich leg, but Chen Zhiyu held her hand back.

Meat-eating pets eat differently from humans—the ostrich leg had no seasoning and wasn’t fully cooked, still slightly bloody.

Perfect for pets, but for humans? A diarrhea-inducing meal.

“Ying ying ying—”

An Sheng bit into the ostrich leg, gripping the table with both paws as he tore off chunks. After one taste, he found it bland and looked at Yu Xueqing helplessly, letting out a plaintive “ying.”

“Huh? You want black pepper salt?” Yu Xueqing scratched her head, scanning the table—only sea salt and chili powder.

“What if you mix them together?”

“Ying ying!”

An Sheng reluctantly nodded, patting the leg to signal Yu Xueqing to add seasoning.

Chen Zhiyu slowly raised a questioning eyebrow.

“You two really have great chemistry—but pets’ tastes should be mild, or they’ll shed too much.”

“No problem—if Xiao’an sheds, I’ll just shave him bald.”

Yu Xueqing pulled out her phone, recording a video of An Sheng tearing into the meat, laughing as she replied.

An Sheng glared fiercely at Yu Xueqing.

Last time you cut my fur, I haven’t even settled the score yet, Ah Qing—I rely on my white coat to walk the world.

Touch my white fur, and tonight I’ll go to Lin Ying’s house, buy beeswax online, and smear it all over your limbs.

“Hey, just joking, don’t get mad!” Seeing the fox’s furious glare, Yu Xueqing’s heart skipped—she remembered his little sprinkler—and quickly apologized.

“Ying ying ying!”

An Sheng rolled his eyes, ignoring Yu Xueqing’s video recording, then turned to Chen Zhiyu with confidence and let out a soft “ying.”

Sister, though your Changping Mountain affairs have nothing to do with me, a fox from Zhangxizhen,

I’ll still help you out—for the sake of wish energy. After all… that’s wish energy!

And since you’re so considerate, I’ll reluctantly upgrade your wish and cut in line for you!

Tonight, after I finish filling the water tank at Gao Feng Consulting with herring sauce, I’ll come find you.

But remember this!

Every November 15th, you must treat me to a leg just like this one—with black pepper salt and mustard sauce.

Don’t forget—it’s the business of the Lucky Fox Lord!

“Huh? Is your birthday on November 15th?” Yu Xueqing, after hearing the translation, froze, then beamed with delight: “Xiao’an, you’re amazing—you remember your own birthday!”

(End of chapter)