?Mobile reading Qin Feng strolled out of the airport with a suitcase in hand. Taking a taxi—what a fuss! He had already had the embassy arrange a car for him, complete with a dedicated driver. As the son-in-law of the elderly Wei Qingtian and a senior officer in the Internal Security Organization, who could possibly overlook him? "Good morning, Mr. Qin," the driver promptly approached, taking the suitcase from his hands. Qin, the young man, studied him from head to toe and asked, "You must have received specialized training—able to recognize me at a glance, something ordinary people simply can't do!" The driver smiled, "Mr. Qin, you're truly impressive. I graduated from the Special Forces Academy and have indeed undergone rigorous training. However, due to poor performance, I've only just been assigned here to serve as a driver for the embassy!" "There must be some element of humility in that statement, though I don't particularly care how much—it's just that, as long as you make me happy here, I'll go back and tell our leadership to bring you back to China!" "That would be wonderful, thank you, Mr. Qin." The driver became even more enthusiastic. The car drove smoothly along the road. It had to be said that although the people of the Sun Nation weren't exactly outstanding in character, they were generally well-mannered when driving—unlike the people from the Huaxia Nation, where driving styles varied wildly, making the roads truly chaotic. As they approached the city, the driver asked, "Mr. Qin, are you heading to the embassy or to the hotel?" "Which one is arranged for the embassy?" he replied. "The arrangements are entirely flexible, based on your preferences," the driver answered. "We don't have many strict requirements. In fact, even if you were the newly appointed ambassador, you wouldn't typically receive such treatment!" "Heh, I'm just an ordinary guy—well, perhaps I have one advantage: I can make the Sun Nationals feel uncomfortable. Beyond that, I don't really have much to offer." He first gave himself a subtle boost before adding, "Since the Sun Nationals keep boasting about their cuisine around the world, I might as well give it a try now that I'm here!" The driver responded with a dismissive tone: "Their food worthy of calling 'cuisine'? Truly, they know how to paint their own faces with gold. A nation that eats mostly raw fish all day—how is that any different from a tribe that still chews on raw meat and drinks blood? Even if they package it beautifully, it can't escape its essence. With pollution so severe today, I'd feel uneasy about even cooked food—let alone raw!" "Heh, it seems you're deeply dissatisfied with the Sun Nationals. Still, that's the point—since I've come, I should experience it firsthand." He smiled. "But I'll accept your suggestion—no raw dishes for me!" Soon, the driver took him to a venerable restaurant with a history spanning over sixty years, reputedly the most authentic Sun Country cuisine establishment in all of Kyoto, where many celebrities and political figures have dined. Qin's luck once again shone—he usually had to book well in advance to secure a table, otherwise there were no seats available. According to protocol, the driver was not allowed to dine with the guest, and he politely declined Qin's invitation. The restaurant's interior was distinctly traditional, reflecting the Sun Country's heritage. Qin, however, showed little appreciation for the wooden clogs, wooden floors, and the practice of kneeling while dining; he refused to change his shoes and sat cross-legged right away. Two maids in kimono bowed and presented the menus. Though Qin didn't particularly admire the Sun Country people's mannerisms, he had learned their language during his training as a bodyguard and spoke it fluently. He casually flipped through the menu and said, "Just serve me all the dishes except the raw ones." "The male server bent down and said, 'Mr. Guest, you must be our first visitor today. In fact, our restaurant is most renowned for its fish sashimi, salmon sashimi, and wasabi beef...' 'None of these appeal to me,' he interrupted politely. The female server immediately added, 'Mr. Guest, these are indeed our signature dishes—our guests consistently praise them. If you don’t try at least one, you’ll surely regret it!' 'Never mind regret,' he said with confidence. 'Do I need to repeat this? I’ll skip all the raw dishes, and I’ll have one portion of each of the others!' The male server bowed again and said, 'That’s quite a lot—surely you won’t finish them all by yourself!' 'Are you afraid I won’t be able to pay?' He pulled out his bulging wallet, slammed it on the table, and哼med, "Look here— I'm a wealthy man. As long as I'm happy with my meal, I'll settle the bill promptly, and maybe even tip you both!" His tone carried clear disdain. The two servers exchanged glances—uncomfortable, yet forced to maintain a polite demeanor—then stepped back and exited. Outside, the male server pounded his fist against the wall, muttering, "That guest is absolutely unbearable. Though his Mandarin is fluent, his arrogant attitude clearly reveals he's from the Huaxia region!" The female server added, "I feel the same. Our people from the Great Sun Nation are always so courteous. Only Huaxia guests do something so bold—slamming their wallets on the table. You just have to bear with him. After all, he's our guest. You wouldn't want to lose your job over a disagreement, would you?" "The fellow known as Xiao Shan gritted his teeth and said, 'He's simply too rude! I can't bear it!' The female server took his hand and gently tucked it into her kimono, smiling seductively, 'How about we wait until after work? I'll make you feel better, all right?' Xiao Shan quickly ran his hand along the woman's skirt, saying, 'Only a proper facial stimulation will calm me down!' The woman glanced at him with a look of mild exasperation, saying, 'Do whatever you like, but first, you must attend to the guest perfectly—no mistakes allowed!' 'Don't worry,' Xiao Shan replied, 'I'll treat that Chinese guest inside like my own father.' " The conversation between the two was clearly heard by Qin Dashi, who exclaimed, "How about dogs and lovers! The Sun people are truly nothing but animals. How can they stand up straight and claim to be human when they're constantly treated unfairly? They're not only too timid to resist, but they go so far as to treat me like their own father. Don't you dare humiliate me! If I had children like these, I'd rather die than live on!" Soon after, the various dishes began to be served. Aside from their appealing appearances, the actual flavors were truly quite disappointing. Outside, a slender young woman dressed in a Japanese kimono approached with a puzzled expression, asking, "Mori, why are all the dishes served to this guest pre-prepared? Didn't you introduce our specialties to him?"