From Wage Slave to Tycoon novel Chapter 90

Chapter 90: Chapter 90: This Isn’t Illegal to Eat, Is It

"The main course is here!"

With a loud call, Yu Qian entered, leading four young men who were carrying two barbecue racks.

"Huh? Is this... a crocodile?" Sicong recognized it instantly.

He had tried it before while traveling abroad, and it was delicious. Charcoal-grilled and paired with a bit of wine, the flavor... was simply to die for!

Meanwhile, Su Chen’s gaze fell upon the other grill. He studied it for a while but couldn’t make out what it was.

"What’s this? It looks like a lamb."

Sicong glanced over as well, staring at it for a moment before looking up at Yu Qian. "Uncle Qian," he asked, "don’t tell me this thing is wild-caught, is it?"

"How could it be wild? I’m a foodie, but I’m not a monster. I raised these myself. You all saw them on the estate this afternoon!" Yu Qian explained with a laugh.

Sicong thought back to their tour of the horse farm that afternoon. He vaguely recalled seeing something like it on the grounds.

Su Chen, however, was completely baffled. He had no idea what riddle the two of them were talking about.

Instead, it was Wu Jing, sitting beside Su Chen, who cleared up the mystery for him.

"Mr. Su, that’s a sika deer. Old Yu raised it himself!"

"A sika deer?" Su Chen’s face was also filled with astonishment. He never would have guessed.

The sika deer is a Class I protected species in China, and nearly every part of it is considered a treasure. Its meat is known for being low in cholesterol and having anti-carcinogenic properties. It’s highly effective for strengthening the body, and its nutrients are easily absorbed. The purported restorative and virility-boosting properties of its antlers and blood, in particular, have naturally drawn a lot of attention.

Because of these traits, the sika deer farming industry has gradually emerged in recent years, with farms popping up in many places.

But even with so many farms, it’s still not something the average person can afford to eat.

"Come on, eat! It won’t be good if it gets cold!"

As he spoke, Yu Qian picked up a knife and began carving the crocodile and sika deer meat.

As the charred skin was sliced open, the savory aroma of the meat wafted through the air, and Su Chen couldn’t help but swallow.

Yu Qian carved off several of the most tender pieces of crocodile and deer, placing them on Su Chen’s and Sicong’s plates.

Su Chen didn’t stand on ceremony. He pulled on a pair of gloves and dug right in.

"Mmm~ This crocodile meat is crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. It has a faint taste of lemon and a hint of honey. It’s really delicious!"

After his brief commentary, Su Chen picked up a piece of venison and examined it...

The venison had very little connective tissue and a low fat content, which was even lower after being charcoal-grilled. The entire cut looked like pure lean meat.

One bite brought immense satisfaction!

Sicong was also feeling warm from the food. Remembering the Maotai that Su Chen had brought, his eyes lit up. "Wu Jing, how can we just eat meat without drinking? Why don’t you bring out that bottle of Maotai Old Su brought for you!"

A flash of regret crossed Wu Jing’s face. He’d taken a moment that afternoon to examine the bottle of Maotai from Su Chen and had been stunned. ’Holy cow, it’s a top-tier vintage!’ For a man who loved alcohol as much as life itself, it was a true treasure. Without a second thought, he had stashed the bottle in his room.

’I can’t believe Sicong is still thinking about this bottle,’ he thought. ’If I’d known, I would’ve just let Yu Qian serve his own Maotai. What a blunder!’

"Haha! You guys keep eating, I’ll go get it right now!" Wu Jing said before heading upstairs.

"Tsk, tsk. Did you guys see the look on his face when I told him to get the Maotai? That reluctance! He wanted to hide it and drink it all himself. Not a chance!" Sicong said with a wicked grin.

"You just couldn’t help yourself, could you?" Su Chen said, exasperated. "I gave that to him as a gift, and you just had to go and make him open it!"

Yu Qian, listening from the side, was a bit confused. ’Could that bottle of Maotai from Su Chen be something special?’ he wondered.

Soon, Wu Jing returned carrying a gift bag, his eyes filled with reluctance.

With lightning-fast reflexes, Yu Qian snatched the bag from him. The moment he pulled the bottle out, he froze.

He blinked a few times, then turned to Su Chen and Sicong. "This is a top-tier vintage Maotai," he asked, "at least twenty years old, right? And we’re just... going to drink it?"

Yu Qian had three great passions in life: smoking, drinking, and getting his hair permed. He often gathered with a few good friends to drink. As a man with a net worth of over a hundred million, he typically drank Maotai as well.

But the Maotai he usually drank was nothing compared to this bottle. Not even in the same league.

"Drink it," Sicong said. "That’s what it’s for!" He knew what Yu Qian was thinking—he just wanted to save it to show off later.

Yu Qian and Wu Jing exchanged a look, each seeing the same reluctance in the other’s eyes.

Reluctant or not, the bottle had to be opened.

Gritting his teeth, Yu Qian opened the bottle. The rich aroma of the liquor instantly filled the air.

Wu Jing and Yu Qian, two seasoned drinkers, took deep, appreciative sniffs of the fragrance.

"Mmm... Pure, fragrant, and rich. What a fine vintage!" Wu Jing sighed in admiration.

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