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At the foot of Tianrong Mountain, on the outskirts of River City.

Far from the bustle of the city, the air was filled with the fresh scent of earth and vegetation. A sprawling farmhouse retreat, built against the mountain and beside the water, lay hidden amid dense bamboo groves.

This was no cheap roadside eatery with a shed thrown together at random. It was a high-end private farmhouse retreat designed specifically for River City's wealthiest elites, those who had grown tired of delicacies from land and sea and wanted a taste of rustic, unspoiled charm. Without an introduction from an acquaintance, one would not even be able to find the entrance.

A black Rolls-Royce Phantom came to a steady stop in the farmhouse's flagstone courtyard.

The door opened, and Su Bai was the first to step out. Then the person in the back seat got out as well.

"Uncle Liu, we're here," Su Bai said with a smile.

Liu Chenhu emerged from the car, dressed in a casual traditional Chinese outfit and looking vigorous and sharp. The moment he stepped out, his gaze was drawn to the large iron pot simmering over firewood in the courtyard, steam bubbling from within, as well as the free-range chickens roaming the bamboo grove nearby.

"Good place! This is truly a fine place!" Liu Chenhu took a deep breath of the air scented with firewood, an immensely contented smile appearing on his weathered face.

As River City's renowned real estate magnate, what top-tier restaurants had Liu Chenhu not visited in his lifetime? Three-star Michelin establishments, Private Clubs, even chefs who prepared state-banquet-level cuisine—he had sampled them all. But at his age, he had long grown sick of exquisitely refined Western food, sea cucumbers, and abalone.

Deep down, what he missed most was this kind