While the bodyguards looked slightly frantic, Qin Feng and Yapo walked out of the presidential suite with straight postures. One bodyguard asked another, "Do you still remember the exact words the boss gave us?" The latter nodded, saying, "Of course the boss's words are always on our minds. He said, 'Fire, theft, and Qin Feng—never let him have a chance to be alone with the lady. Otherwise, something bad is bound to happen!' So what are we waiting for? Let's go!" The first one started to rush toward the door. The second one stopped him, asking curiously, "How can you be so certain that this gentleman is indeed the Qin Feng the boss mentioned? Maybe he's someone else entirely. I think we should verify this first." "Of course," the first one said, a bit anxious, "Didn't the boss describe Qin Feng as someone quiet and rather dull—almost a ladies' man?" "Yes, but why are you so sure this gentleman is the one?" "Of course! He stepped out of the lady's room, yet we were completely in the dark—some of us climbed through windows, others up the ventilation shafts. Isn't that just plain dull?" "Ah, in the Chinese way of speaking, that's called 'stealing the jade and the fragrance'!" "Stop all this literary fluff! Act like you've got some real knowledge—go after him!" A crowd of people hurried after them, eager and enthusiastic, yet the lady had insisted they not get too close. In Europe, they could have ignored her commands, but here, she was their sole authority. The group of several dozen people split into smaller units, staying at a respectful distance—neither too close nor too far. Yapo got into Qin Feng's car, and the two of them arrived directly at a well-known local restaurant. Given the exceptional popularity of the restaurant, they had to settle for a corner table in the main hall. Yet, with her outstanding appearance and refined grace, the European beauty Yapo quickly became the center of attention for all the guests. Dressed in a princess gown, she looked utterly adorable. Though her Chinese was fluent and she recognized as many Chinese characters as native-born residents of the Chinese capital, she still found herself puzzled by the unusual dish names, which carried strong local flavor. She asked Qin Feng excitedly, "Feng, what is this 'wasps' dish? Is it delicious?" "It's a wild vegetable with a rather unusual taste—okay, it's not bad. You should definitely try it," he replied. "Feng, what is this 'stacked steamed lamb'? And what about this 'zhuang mo'? I know that 'mo' is your northern term for buns, but surely this must be a very large bun, otherwise how could it be called 'zhuang mo'?" The young lady was now asking a hundred questions. All the diners around her were delighted by her curiosity. Qin, the young nobleman, wiped his brow in sweat and said, "I'll take charge of the ordering. I promise you'll enjoy every bite!" "Great! Then I'll be ready to feast with great enthusiasm." She set down the menu, gently patting her small belly with a charming motion, and whispered softly, "Today I'm going to make sure you're well-fed! Finally tasting the legendary Chinese cuisine—yay!" After careful consideration, he selected six dishes that truly represented the essence of the cuisine. One by one, the dishes with exquisite color, aroma, and flavor were served, and even the well-mannered, strictly raised Yishu couldn't help but suppress a few drops of saliva. Qin Dashi politely offered her chopsticks and smiled, "It's your first time using them, so it might take a little getting used to—just give it time!" "Yes, I learned to use chopsticks when I was young," she replied, "though it was taught more as part of etiquette back then. Still, I believe I did quite well." With practiced ease, she picked up the bamboo chopsticks, took a piece of roasted radish with braised beef, and placed it gently on Qin Feng's plate, adding, "And I also know that in your country, it's customary to serve dishes to others!" No wonder she's a daughter from a well-to-do family—her knowledge truly shines. Nevertheless, Qin Dashi corrected, "Dishing out dishes has now become a practice reserved for close relatives—such as elders and juniors—more often seen among couples!" "Ah, got it!" She picked up a piece of steamed carp meat and placed it back into Qin Dashi's plate, taking action to convey her feelings. It wouldn't do to come without going—Qin Feng began dishing out dishes for her, and the two enjoyed their meal immensely. In the second-floor general manager's office, a plump man sat by the window, smiling contentedly at the lively scene below. With the restaurant's business thriving so well, he was truly delighted—so much so that he could wake up smiling just from dreaming. Suddenly, he spotted Yashi sitting in the corner and his heart skipped a beat. There truly are such beautiful girls—European, no less—her skin as white as the finest grade of Hetian jade, her face graceful, her features refined, and her expression endearing. Goodness! She was nothing short of a goddess. He immediately summoned a server and asked, "What's the background of the young woman sitting below? What's the relationship between her and the man beside her?" The server replied, "We're not entirely sure about her background, though she speaks Mandarin exceptionally well—she must be a graduate student or exchange student. The man is also a stranger to us. Though they appear very close, they don't seem to be a couple." "Understood," the fat man said seriously, already plotting something in his mind. "Make sure to attend to them well—don't let them feel neglected." Although Yapo was eating heartily, she was still a young woman and soon finished her meal. If it weren't for Qin Feng accompanying her, she likely would have only taken a few bites and politely announced she was full. Many diners have noticed a curious phenomenon: a constant stream of foreign guests in black suits loitering at the restaurant entrance and by the window displays, while several cars parked across the street remain open all winter long, with foreign guests seated inside. Yashi wiped her lips with a tissue and said to Qin, the young magnate, "Excuse me, I need to use the restroom!" "Go ahead," he replied, still engrossed in his meal. "Such small matters don't require a formal report—ah, you know." He was still eating heartily, and with his appetite, he had only reached about seven-tenths full by now. Since so many dishes had been ordered and the beautiful woman had finished her meal, the remaining tasks naturally fell to Qin, the young magnate, who consistently champions frugality. The fat pig on the upper floor exclaimed, "A food lover!" He felt his moment had arrived, so he straightened up, pushed his belly, and hurried downstairs, then used his broad frame to block the corridor outside the restroom. The corridor was never very spacious, and with someone of his imposing size standing there, others simply couldn't make it past. Not long after, Yasho, having just finished applying her lipstick, stepped out of the restroom and noticed a fat man blocking the way ahead, which immediately caused her to furrow her brow. As she was about to speak to pass him, the man brightened up and, pretending to have been fortunate to meet her, said, "Beautiful lady, you're truly stunning. It's quite a coincidence that we've met here—doesn't that make it a matter of fate? I'm the owner of this restaurant. I'd like to get to know you better. How about that?"