Professor Xie, isn't this a case of forcing customers to buy products that don't match the

When Xie Jing exposed Shang Song's deception, he immediately started to act shamelessly.

He stopped pretending.

She raised her chin, adopted a rogue-like posture, and snuggled into Xie Jing's arms, trying to dazzle him.

"Yes! I want to attract attention! Not only do I want to attract attention, I want to flirt with everyone! I want to be covered in honey! And then—!"

He deliberately dragged out the melody, then frantically rubbed against Xie Jing's chest, "and then rubbed myself all over you!!!"

"Well, you've dyed it all filthy! Butterflies and bees are all chasing after you! Let's see how you say I'm a womanizer now!"

He looked into Xie Jing's suddenly deep eyes, his tone both soft and forceful, but his heart was pounding, wondering if Xie Jing would let him get away with it by being cute.

Xie Jing silently looked down at the wriggling little bear in his arms, and all his carefully planned attacks suddenly seemed unnecessary.

He sighed almost inaudibly, and the hand that was covering Shang Song's neck changed from a slightly controlling press to a gentle caress.

With his other hand around Shang Song's lower back, he pulled him closer to his embrace, letting his lover become a soft, warm bundle in his arms.

Then, he finally spoke: "Hmm."

After a cryptic remark, he picked up the book again, opened it, and looked back at the pages, as if the conversation had never happened.

Shang Song: "...?"

Huh?

They were let go?!

He leaned on Xie Jing's shoulder, dazed, and waited a few seconds. Instead of the expected further instruction, he only heard the soft sound of pages turning again.

He secretly glanced up, looking up from Xie Jing's beautifully shaped jawline, and could only see the man's lowered eyelashes and handsome profile.

His expression was one of focused reading, as if he were holding not a teddy bear that had just declared it was going to wreak havoc on the flowerbed, but simply a convenient cushion.

The little bear pillow felt half relieved to have escaped a disaster, and half that it hadn't even had a chance to fully demonstrate its abilities before this happened.

Just as Shang Song was thinking to himself, "Xie Jing is so easy to fool" and "I'll do it again next time," Xie Jing spoke up, diverting his attention:

"At the Lantern Festival banquet, what dishes do your friends prefer, or do they have any dietary restrictions?"

Shang Song's attention was immediately diverted; his head perked up instantly, and his voice became cheerful:

"Ah! Right! We should treat them to a meal!"

"The eldest son grew up in a coastal city! He loves seafood! Lobster, crab, whatever he's offered! We don't need to worry about the second son! His family owns a restaurant! He can eat anything! The third son is from the north and loves noodles, but he's still quite weak. Should we make him something to nourish him? As for Shen Yan..."

He scratched his head. "I really didn't pay attention to what he liked to eat... He seems to eat pretty bland food?"

Xie Jing listened patiently and then suggested, "Why don't we have the kitchen draft a few menus first?"

"This is good!" Shang Song slid off Xie Jing's lap in a flash, so fast that Xie Jing didn't even have time to tighten his arms.

"I'll go to the kitchen to talk!" he said, already slipping on his slippers and running towards the indoor elevator.

This is crucial for him to redeem himself, so he must personally oversee it.

Xie Jing watched his excited back and didn't stop him, but raised her voice to remind him, "Slow down, watch where you're going."

"Okay!" Shang Song's voice came from the corridor, and his figure had already disappeared at the elevator entrance.

The 82nd floor of Genting features a dedicated large kitchen area.

This space occupies half a floor and is divided into several functional areas, including a Chinese food area, a Western food area, a pastry area, and a food processing and storage area.

The three chefs on duty today were somewhat surprised to see Shang Song suddenly rush in, and greeted him respectfully: "Mr. Shang."

"Master Liu! Uncle Wei! Sister Su!" Shang Song's eyes lit up. "In a couple of days, for the Lantern Festival, I'm inviting a few very close friends to dinner on the 85th floor. Xie Jing asked me to decide on the menu!"

The three chefs immediately understood.

Chef Liu, who specializes in Chinese cuisine, said with a smile, "Mr. Shang, you've come at the perfect time. General Manager Lin has already instructed us that you and Mr. Xie will be hosting a banquet for the Lantern Festival. A few of us are just about to call some other people over later to draft a few menu proposals for you and Mr. Xie to review!"

This kitchen team consists of more than twenty people, each with unique skills, but they rarely have the opportunity to truly showcase their abilities.

Although Xie Jing is particular about food, he usually eats very simply and almost never entertains guests. After Shang Song came, he was even easier to take care of and would eat anything.

This Lantern Festival banquet was the first time Shang Song had hosted his friends as a host, making it a very meaningful event.

As soon as the news spread, there was a lot of activity in the kitchen, with everyone wanting to show off in front of the two owners.

Now that Shang Song has suddenly come down to order the menu, the three of them are on duty today, so they have a great opportunity to be in the spotlight, but they don't dare to monopolize this chance to shine, otherwise their other colleagues will definitely gossip about them behind their backs.

Upon hearing that a meeting was needed to finalize the menu, Shang Song scratched his head: "Huh? Another meeting? Isn't that a bit much? Actually, it's just me, Xie Jing, and four friends, not many people..."

Chef Liu pointed to a large screen displaying the monitoring data and personnel movements of various areas on the 82nd floor. The screen showed small dishes representing different chefs moving towards them. "Mr. Shang, you see, several colleagues have already heard the news and are rushing over..."

When Shang Song looked at the screen, good heavens! Various kitchen staff members dressed in snow-white uniforms were charging towards him with serious expressions. He counted at least ten of them!

Shang Song felt a chill run down his spine. He just wanted to treat his brothers to a meal and show off their love; he never intended to launch the "Genting on the Tip of Your Tongue" filming project!

"Wait, wait, wait!" Shang Song waved his hands repeatedly, "There's no need for that!"

The three chefs looked at him with suspicion.

Shang Song hurriedly explained, "Could you please list a few of your signature dishes? No need to worry about pairings, just choose seasonal and delicious ones!"

"Then I sent photos of these dishes to my friends and let them order! Finally, we just added a few combinations based on what they ordered, and we're all set, right?"

The three chefs looked at each other in bewilderment after hearing this.

This method is indeed good. Firstly, each family already has pictures of their signature dishes. Secondly, there's no need for meetings and arguments, and everyone has a chance to showcase their dishes. In the end, the customer decides, so no one can blame anyone else.

Old Wei, who mainly cooks Western food, was the first to agree: "Great idea! I think it will work."

The Lantern Festival is a traditional festival, and he was worried that his skills would be eliminated by his colleagues due to style issues. He thought that if he submitted his skills separately, he would have a better chance of success.

Chef Su also said, "I think that's fine. Besides, there are only so many seasonal fresh ingredients available in the first month of the lunar calendar. Letting everyone suggest a few dishes to choose from will prevent any issues with the timing of the ingredients."

Seeing that his two colleagues had agreed, Chef Liu naturally had no objection. Mr. Shang hadn't specified how many dishes to propose; there were many Chinese dishes, and he could submit several for consideration—surely one would win. "Hey! Mr. Shang's idea is brilliant! This saves us from arguing and ensures our guests are completely satisfied!"

Soon, Chef Liu relayed Shang Song's plan through internal channels. The chefs who were originally heading towards Shang Song paused for a moment, then changed direction and quickly returned to their workstations or rest rooms.

Less than twenty minutes later, Shang Song's phone rang.

The kitchen staff compiled the signature dishes submitted by each chef, generated an electronic document, and sent it to Shang Song's mobile phone.

The document states that the "Taste of Genting" competition has officially begun.

Cold dishes, soups, main courses, seasonal vegetables, staple foods, snacks, desserts... each category has anywhere from seven or eight to more than twenty options.

These are all delicacies made with top-quality ingredients, perfect for the Lunar New Year.

Shang Song was dazzled and dumbfounded. Fearing that his indecisiveness would flare up again, he quickly forwarded the document to the "Four Pests Gathering Place".