The Shiwei Garden Hotel, owned by the Mogwin Company.
"Quick, quick, quick! Bring up my treasured bottle of '43 Fimu Wine from Farnsi!"
"Huh? Head chef, didn't you say we weren't to touch that bottle under any circumstances?"
"Enough chatter! These are Sasha's friends!!" Niccolo barked orders at the bustling kitchen staff.
"Oh, and serve five hundred kilograms of pork, beef, and lamb today! Better too much than too little!"
"Yes, head chef!"
After issuing his orders, Niccolo hurried back into the kitchen. He was determined to show Sasha's friends that she had the happiest stomach of any woman in the world.
At the hotel entrance.
A bald old man with a deeply weathered, aged face shuffled in with a cane, coughing as he walked.
"A hotel designed by a woman really is different. What a beautiful place."
"This way, Minister Pixis. Let me help you." A pretty hostess stepped forward to support him.
"Thank you, lovely young lady," Pixis said with a smile.
"Commander!!!" A thunderous roar erupted behind him.
Pixis's expression changed at once. "Quick! Get me inside!"
The hostess paused in surprise, then continued helping Pixis forward at a quicker pace.
"Stop! I'll take it from here." Anka rushed up with a wheelchair, stopped the hostess, and pushed Pixis into the seat.
"Commander! You sneaked out of the hospital again! You can't go running around in your condition!" Anka scolded.
"Anka, just let me come. I heard that selfish brat Niccolo is finally bringing out his treasured bottle this time. I've never had so much as a sip. One taste of that wine, and I could die without regrets," Pixis pleaded.
Anka was utterly helpless when it came to her commander and his love of wine.
"Let him go, Anka. This old fellow probably doesn't have much