It was fortunate that Withers frequented Chinatown and ate at Liu Yishou's establishment regularly, thus he was quite familiar with some of the dishes.
He ordered whatever he knew was good.
After ordering, Withers handed the menu to the waiter and said, "Serve the dishes as quickly as possible, and bring out the Thousand Year Drunk wine!"
Thousand Year Drunk again!
Cheng Xiaofan thought to himself, Tu Fengzi's Thousand Year Drunk had made quite a name for itself overseas!
He should mention to his mother when he got back about expanding the winery's scale and making more money from foreigners. After all, the various enterprises in Zhuxi Village were flourishing under the leadership of their White Goddess.
However!
It would be best to let the White Goddess arrange this matter!
At present, his status at home was not as influential as the Goddess's; his mother listened to her about everything.
Before long, the waiter brought out the dishes, a table laden with food, a veritable Manchu Han Imperial Feast.
Cheng Xiaofan said, "Withers, you ordered so many dishes, can you finish them all?"
Withers quickly replied with a smile, "Immortal Cheng, if I can't finish them, I'll pack them to take home!"
In reality, he had his own calculations. If he couldn't finish them, he could pack them home and have something to brag about to his friends, proof that he had eaten with Immortal Cheng.
He knew that the incident from that morning must have been filmed and uploaded online, becoming a sensation.
The fact that he had become friends with the legendary Eastern Immortal was something to be extremely proud of.
Just bringing back the leftovers could fetch a considerable sum.
Who wouldn't want to taste the saliva-laden food of an Eastern Immortal!
Cheng Xiaofan glanced at the aura emanating from Withers and immediately understood the little scheme brewing in his mind.
He didn't expose him, but smiled and said, "Let's start eating when Master Liu arrives!"
Withers instructed one of his underlings, "Go down and invite Master Liu!"
After the underling left, Cheng Xiaofan again cautioned Withers, "From now on, don't call me 'Immortal'. Just call me Mr. Cheng, like Master Liu!"
He disliked the title of "Immortal," as it made him sound like a charlatan.
Withers immediately nodded subserviently and said, "Alright, I will refer to Immortal Cheng as Mr. Cheng, Mr. Cheng!"
Not long after, Liu Yishou arrived with Withers' underling.
Liu Yishou rubbed his hands together and smiled, "My apologies for keeping Mr. Cheng and everyone waiting for so long!"
Cheng Xiaofan smiled and asked, "Master Liu, when I arrived at your hotel, I noticed there were quite a few customers. Are you very busy?"
Liu Yishou chuckled, "I'm not busy. The specific operations in the kitchen are handled by my son; I only offer occasional guidance from the side!"
Cheng Xiaofan commented, "It seems your son has fully inherited your mantle. Judging by their appearance alone, these dishes are exceptionally well-prepared!"
Liu Yishou smiled, "Mr. Cheng, I wouldn't dare to boast in front of you, the God of Cookery!"
Withers' eyes widened. So Mr. Cheng was also a God of Cookery?
Then, he thought, this person was an immortal being, capable of flying through the sky with someone on his back. Was there anything he couldn't do in this world?
Cheng Xiaofan smiled, "Master Liu, come, let's drink and chat!"
A subordinate of Withers quickly picked up the wine bottle and said, "I'll pour wine for everyone!"
Cheng Xiaofan, Liu Yishou, and Melina drank and ate, chatting about the upcoming chef competition.
Liu Yishou stated, "Mr. Cheng, when you participate in the chef competition tomorrow, it's safe to say there will be no suspense. The championship will undoubtedly be yours."
Cheng Xiaofan chuckled, "I am very confident in this regard. I intend to win the championship directly and leave.
As for the second and third places in the culinary world, let those participants continue to compete amongst themselves!"
Liu Yishou burst into laughter, "Mr. Cheng, you are truly magnificent! Those without true skill would never dare to speak such words!"
At this moment, Withers finally seized an opportunity to interject, "Mr. Cheng, where is this chef competition being held? I'd like to come and cheer you on tomorrow."
Cheng Xiaofan replied, "The competition will be held in front of the archway in Chinatown. If you wish to attend, you are not allowed to cause any trouble.
Even if someone insults me, you must not utter a single harsh word!"
He knew that when he competed tomorrow, if he aimed to win the championship immediately, it would surely provoke opposition and even curses from many.
Especially since the participants this time were all young rising stars in the culinary world, none of whom were willing to concede to others. Some excessive remarks would be considered normal.
Moreover, they were all Chinese. Even if they fought physically within China, they must not give outsiders a reason to mock them abroad.
This was Cheng Xiaofan's bottom line!
Withers immediately nodded subserviently, "Mr. Cheng, please rest assured. When I go tomorrow, I will be as obedient as your grandson and will absolutely not cause any trouble!"
Cheng Xiaofan rolled his eyes at him and said, "I'm not married yet, so I don't have a grandson as old as you. Don't insult me!"
Withers laughed, "I apologize, my analogy was too inappropriate. Please don't be angry!"
The meal concluded quite quickly, finishing in less than an hour.
Liu Yishou proactively asked Cheng Xiaofan, "Mr. Cheng, do you and Miss Melina wish to rest for a while this afternoon? I can arrange rooms for you!"
Cheng Xiaofan smiled, "I was just thinking of resting, it would be even better if you have rooms here!"
Liu Yishou replied with a smile, "There are rooms on the sixth floor of my hotel. I will have a waiter open a room for you immediately."
He took out his phone and made a call. Soon, a waiter arrived.
As Liu Yishou left, he said, "Mr. Cheng, you and Miss Melina go and rest, I won't disturb you!"
Cheng Xiaofan waved his hand and said, "Master Liu, you go and attend to your business. After Meili and I rest, we won't say goodbye when we leave!"
Liu Yishou replied, "No problem!"
At this moment, Cheng Xiaofan noticed Withers busy packing the dishes on the table, so he didn't say goodbye. He and Melina followed the waiter and took the elevator to the sixth floor.
Withers and his few underlings finished packing all the leftovers on the table when they realized Cheng Xiaofan had already left.
"Damn it, how could I forget to ask Immortal Cheng for his contact information again!" Withers slapped himself on the forehead.
One of the underlings suggested, "Mr. Withers, why don't we ask the waiter which room on the sixth floor Immortal Cheng is resting in, and go ask him for it!"
Upon hearing this, Withers slapped the other person's head again and shouted, "Are you trying to get yourself killed? Immortal Cheng is resting with Miss Melina, and you dare to disturb them?"
"If you ruin Immortal Cheng and Miss Melina's good time, can you bear the responsibility? Aren't you afraid of divine retribution?"
"Ah, I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare!" The underling's face turned ashen with fear and he said.
Withers declared, "Immortal Cheng is participating in the chef competition here tomorrow. I'll ask him for his contact information then!"