Chapter 588: A Caring Tonic Soup
It wasn’t that Will was stingy with the soup; he was just worried it might make the little girl sick.
The main ingredient for this tureen of soup was a donkey penis he had bought at a high price from the countryside. The average person couldn’t get their hands on something like this. He’d had his wife stew only half of it, putting the other half in the fridge for later. This stuff was hard to find; it was usually reserved even before the donkey was slaughtered.
’He had no idea what was going on. Life was getting better and better, so why were men losing their edge?’
"Everyone, drink up!"
Master Feng grew even more displeased. Will was singling him out in front of guests, making him look petty. Even if this pot of soup had been brewed with a hundred-year-old ginseng, he was going to make sure everyone had some today.
Glaring fiercely at Will, Master Feng, intending to assert his authority, ladled a bowl for Adrian Hawthorne and also for the Thorne brothers. By the time it was Clayton Xavier’s turn, the soup was gone, leaving only a few meatballs.
Will’s wife had thought the shape of the donkey penis was rather unseemly, so she had minced it and mixed it with pork floss to make meatballs, which helped reduce its gamey odor. When Master Feng saw it was just a meatball soup, he grew even more furious with Will.
’Even if these were dragon-meat meatballs, it’s no reason to be so damn stingy. Will is being far too petty today. I’ll have to give him a talking-to later, so he doesn’t embarrass me like this again.’
"Go ahead and share the meatballs."
Master Feng divided up the meatballs as well, and Clayton Xavier was lucky enough to get a few. Ellie Ashton, not being a fan of meat, politely refused. And so, a whole tureen of nourishing soup, made with such care, was completely consumed by Adrian Hawthorne and the others, without Master Feng having a single drop.
Will stared at the empty pot, on the verge of tears. ’That was from the most virile donkey in my home village! They said it would even take the jennies by force. None of the female donkeys in the village could escape; that jackass had his way with all of them, filling the place with his offspring. The owner had no other choice but to slaughter him.’
’And what happens? The boss doesn’t get a single bite, and these young punks eat it all. What damn good is it for kids their age to eat that stuff? All my hard work, completely wasted!’
Tang Xiaonan took just one sip of the soup, and the potent flavor almost made her gag. It tasted strange, both fishy and rank, and she had no idea what it was made from. Adrian Hawthorne and the others also wore peculiar expressions, but out of politeness, they finished their soup and meatballs anyway.
Only Jim Thorne didn’t seem to notice anything unusual. He wasn’t a picky eater. After finishing his own bowl, he drank Tang Xiaonan’s as well. Will’s lips twitched. He was a little worried about how the young buck would handle the night. ’Maybe I should send some ice over later.’
After the meal, Master Feng and Adrian Hawthorne went to the study to talk. Clayton Xavier tactfully took his leave. He knew Master Feng was Adrian Hawthorne’s supplier, but he had no intention of prying.
In truth, he didn’t have much ambition for business. All he wanted was to provide a comfortable life for his grandmother and mother. More than commerce, he yearned to live life on his own terms. Lately, he’d been hearing a lot from Mr. Tate about life and customs in other countries, which had ignited a desire in Clayton to go out and see the world for himself.
’If he could, he’d like to study abroad and take the opportunity to see the world.’
「In the study.」
Master Feng and Adrian Hawthorne began discussing the latest shipment.
"It’s a big order this time, so it’ll take a few days to arrive. You should all stay and relax here for a bit."
"Okay. I’d also like some televisions and tape recorders. Radios, too," Adrian Hawthorne said.
"I have all of those in the warehouse."
Master Feng shot Adrian Hawthorne a meaningful look, then decided to broach the subject. "You haven’t gone to see your father?"
"I’ll go in a bit. There’s no rush."
Master Feng chuckled. "You should go see him when you have the time. You may not be in a rush, but someone else is."
He then changed the subject. ’This is already against my principles,’ he thought. ’If it weren’t for that little chubby girl’s sake, I wouldn’t bother meddling in someone else’s family business.’