CHAPTER 886: CHAPTER 975: PUT ON A SHOW ALL THE WAY—COOK A SUMPTUOUS DINNER TO MAKE THEM DROOL

Although Old Zhou hadn’t seen much of the world, he acted well. At least now he seemed to think everything was ordinary, and he even smiled at Mama Has and said:

"No choice, my daughter has been spoiled since childhood, she’s not used to things outside, has to bring her own when going out."

So, how well did he act?

Look at those idiots behind him, looking like bumpkins who’ve never seen the world, they can’t even act well in their roles.

Ahem.

The group toned down their performance, quickly getting into their acting mode.

Mama Has awkwardly laughed. He just thought Miss Zhou was showing off wealth, but he was wrong; turns out Miss Zhou really disdained the things here.

Jing Shu was quite delighted. Back in her country, she always had to keep a low profile, and couldn’t show off. These things she snatched back from the United States had been hidden in a dark space for so long they were nearly getting moldy.

Now, finally, there’s a chance for them to see the light of day.

And this time, she could do so openly and brightly. After all, these things snatched from the United States were officially acknowledged, back then she packed bags and bags, dragging Hao Yunlai along, desperately trying to protect these things.

So, with legitimacy, no one dared to question. If anyone did, even the higher-ups would convene a criticism session. After all, these were the spoils of war she snatched from the United States, bringing glory to the country, and they should even present her with a banner.

Of course, in all honesty, these things looked indeed precious, but after all, they were items, not valuable resources like food, so in the eyes of the Bodyguard Team, maybe they weren’t a big deal.

Jing Shu thought there wasn’t much difference, but Nannan, this woman, saw it clearly; there were many top-notch luxury items here, foreign goods.

After Masi left, Nannan started complaining in front of everyone: "Oh dear, Old Zhou, Captain Jing Shu’s showing off all these nice things is overstepping the rules. You might not understand, these are certain items from the United States. I suspect she might have some connection with those people, not that I’m doubting her, just that—"

Jing Shu laughed, that little b*tch Nannan, never missing a chance to badmouth her.

Someone in the team was displeased, "Nannan, Captain Jing Shu is letting us use good stuff, which is nice already. Why are you complaining? You should be grateful to enjoy the benefits."

"Exactly, I’m counting on Captain Jing Shu for dinner tonight."

Nannan sneered seeing the others like this, "What benefit am I getting? All those things were hauled into her Presidential Suite, why should she alone live in a room over 500 square meters while I stay in a 10-square-meter room?"

"Well, Captain Jing Shu said there’d be a grand dinner in the restaurant tonight, as a maid you’d surely get a good meal, isn’t that a benefit?"

Nannan snorted, "I’m not like you who can be bought over just for a meal. I want to be a righteous hero, exposing the darkness."

Old Zhou coughed, "Let me say a fair word, all these things of Miss Jing have been legitimatized and reported to the authorities, she seized them from the United States with the Zhennantian Yangyang Team, every piece of furniture is marked with a number. Check them out yourselves, these are personal spoils, and the state awarded Miss Jing with a first-class Merit for them."

"No way, such a big Diamond Lamp, indeed has a mark on it."

"This gold mirror also has a stamp."

"Captain Jing Shu is awesome, managing to snatch so many things from the United States."

Nannan never thought she’d try to expose someone’s flaunting, but instead, she ended up highlighting Jing Shu’s heroic deeds, causing the Bodyguard Team to admire and envy Jing Shu even more.

To be honest, if these were Jing Shu’s own things, these competent bodyguards wouldn’t be jealous, but if they were looted, the bodyguards would truly be envious.

It’s like, if you originally had billions, I wouldn’t envy, but if you picked up a lottery worth ten million on the street, it would hurt me as if I’d lost money myself.

Jing Shu waved her hand, "Low key, low key, this time we’ve come to the Middle East, surely we can get even better stuff. Let the state lead us all to prosperity, good luck and prosperity."

"Prosperity together!"

"Good luck and prosperity!"

The atmosphere was hyped, the dinner needed to be grand.

The hotel hall at night was booked by the Huaxia Business Group. There were especially many people at the hotel today, most came to gather information, trying to see just how rich this fat sheep was.

Unexpectedly, in the restaurant, they saw Miss Zhou with her hands on her hips commanding, with the maid (Nannan) trailing her dress behind, and someone specifically feeding her fruit, holding towels ready.

Miss Zhou replaced all the restaurant items with her own, those silk-like tablecloths, entirely silver and gold utensils, comfy sofas, and she even put various brightly colored blood-red vines around.

Then dishes after dishes came up as if they cost nothing, filling the whole table.

At this moment, Jing Shu, Old Zhou, and his sons sat at the main table, the others at the side tables.

The food on the main table, needless to say, was all carefully selected by Jing Shu, the kind that smelled so good it could spread for miles; like the aroma of a simmering chicken soup, the aroma when the ribs are stewed, and the smell of roasted sweet potatoes, simply mouthwatering.

Of course, there was a pot in the middle, constantly boiling meat broth, bubbling and steaming, leading the fragrance outside, making drool uncontrollable for those outside.

Nannan drooled repeatedly, wiping it again and again. Since she claimed she didn’t care for Jing Shu’s dinner, going through the motions meant she could only trail behind with her dress while watching the table being set.

Of course, Jing Shu knew what to flaunt and what not to flaunt. The food, well, it just smelled good, actually on the big table, aside from the pot in the middle boiling chicken soup and the sweet potato roasting on the side, there weren’t many extravagant dishes.

However, today’s meal standard was still very good; everyone had a large piece of fragrant synthetic meat, a bowl of egg custard, and a big piece of roasted sweet potato, the table was filled to the brim.

After these were eaten, the rich brewed chicken soup had already tantalized those outside for two hours, and even those inside.

After finishing the table’s food, a constant sound of swallowing filled the room.

However, constrained by Old Zhou’s authority, everyone could only eagerly watch Jing Shu, just waiting for the time, where she’d serve smooth handmade noodles, drench them in rich chicken soup, and add finely shredded chicken.

Then sprinkle with fresh green chives, and that little taste just burst forth.