Ning Fengzhi was immensely interested in Oscar.
Although Oscar and Shrek had helped keep his secret, and even Ning Fengzhi's precious daughter had joined them, no wall under heaven was truly airtight.
By investigating the restaurant Oscar had opened in Suotuo City, Ning Fengzhi's agents had discovered that the food he cooked was exceptionally delicious and possessed all sorts of special effects.
Thus, Ning Fengzhi suspected that Oscar's martial soul was unlikely to be as simple as a sausage. It was probably some other food-type martial soul never seen before.
Of course, this was only speculation. For various reasons, Ning Fengzhi had not approached Oscar immediately. Now that they had happened to meet, he intended to get to the bottom of it.
"No need to be so nervous. You're all Rongrong's friends. I won't do anything to you."
Ning Fengzhi adjusted his glasses and spoke to Oscar and the others with cultured generosity.
"That's right, Oscar. It's an honor that Uncle Ning has invited us for tea. We ought to treat him with proper courtesy." Tang San sat beside Oscar, opposite Ning Fengzhi, helping ease Oscar's pressure.
"But just drinking tea and chatting is a little dull. Do you know how to play chess?" With practiced ease, Ning Fengzhi took a Martial Soul Chess set from beneath the table. The Moonlight Pavilion was an elegant establishment, so supplies for music, chess, calligraphy, and painting were never lacking.
"Of course, but Martial Soul Chess is a two-player game. With the Second Prince and Senior Bone here as well, it might not be suitable," Tang San said.
"Oh, come now. These old bones of mine can't handle such refined games. Don't mind me." Gu Rong raised his hands in mock surrender, then bent slightly as he left the main table and went