I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2277 - 1448: What a Blood Guanyin (Part 2)

Can mere scale alone separate the good from the bad?

Does vast benevolence qualify as good, yet minor ones fall short?

This idea delves quite deep, exceeding the narrow grasp Youmao holds. She definitely cannot unravel such notions or fathom the deep social wisdom embedded in her lady's straightforward remark, though she grasps one truth: her lady cut off her mockery of Song Chaoge, so she should halt right away.

Arguing behind closed doors with her lady poses no issue, yet in public, total submission to her is mandatory.

Naturally.

All except around Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen crossed her mind, prompting a hidden sigh from Youmao.

What's that fellow doing right now?

Somebody's already beginning to overshadow him~

A bird's nest soup with snow frog rests within a lotus-carved winter melon bowl, dragon well shrimp arrives in a blue-and-white lotus-patterned lidded bowl, and the truffle egg white steamed giant grouper graces a bespoke Jun kiln celadon fish dish.

When the server removed the ornate gilded lid, an intense truffle scent blended with the pure notes of five-year-aged ham wafted up. The giant grouper rested atop custard steamed in scallop broth, adorned with ultra-thin Iberian ham slices. Hot oil poured over by the waiter made the ham sizzle into shimmering golden veils. In the dainty side bowl, matsutake alongside termite mushrooms peeked through a proprietary sauce, while the Tenmoku tea bowl's glaze shifted hues with the heat...

Who claims there's no paradise right here on earth?

Beyond the window, bamboo fronds danced, and the copper deer chime by the rockery tolled abruptly, shattering the moon's image in the pond as koi stirred ripples.

Regardless of her views on the host, Youmao remains impartial toward fine cuisine. Dishes kept arriving under her watchful eyes, which sparkled while her mouth watered, even forcing an unconscious swallow.

"Jin Se, are you truly treating her harshly?"

Song Chaoge joked.

"I already explained, my lady works tirelessly, pulling overtime daily and surviving on takeout. Not everyone gets to indulge like you do."

The opulent spread barely boosted Song Chaoge’s ego.

Reprimanded once more by Youmao, Song Chaoge displayed no irritation. Not many grasp it, but reaching that level, possessing someone bold enough to speak candidly can truly be... a blessing.

"So shouldn't you thank me then?"

"Thank you for what?"

Youmao raised her eyes from the feast, confusion swirling in them.

"Without my invitation, you'd probably still be munching takeout now."

This... holds true indeed.

Youmao’s mouth twitched yet she held back any comeback. "The lady had a crucial meeting scheduled today, but it got delayed."

The visitor turns host.

It rings.

As if the other side should feel privileged.

"Really."

Song Chaoge laughed lightly, "Meetings can shift, but prime cuisine and drinks don't wait around daily."

Youmao agreed with a nod, unexpectedly aligned for once, conceding the point amid their differences. "True enough."

"Every dish is here now, please dig in."

The staff then retreated.

"Need more dishes?"

Hosting as Young Master Song did, he proved lavish and forthcoming, his earlier remark mere banter.

In truth, extra courses weren't necessary. Eight or nine entrees for three diners formed a bountiful array, silencing even Youmao's gripes.

"Something great happen to make you this open-handed?"

Song Chaoge grinned, "When did I ever require a reason to treat you and Jin Se to dinner?"

The mood thickened.

Such unexpected warmth from Young Master Song startled Youmao, pulling her briefly into old recollections.

Back then, wariness toward him was absent for sure.

Hard to pinpoint the onset.

Maybe that's maturity.

Unnoticed, creeping in quietly.

"It's merely dinner, no need for theatrics—are we filming a romance series?"

Snapping back, Youmao swiftly shattered the vibe he built.

The past can't be dwelled upon.

What was that verse?

No regrets for bygones, pursue what's ahead with insight. The strayed road isn't lost forever, know now's right and yesterday's misguided.

Hmm.

From a multiverse angle, history unfolded in another realm, with versions of you, me, them alike yet worlds apart from this one.

Sigh.

Hanging with the young master always teaches something new.

Youmao cleared her mental fog, grabbing her utensils, "Miss, let's eat."

The host stayed silent, but she took the lead.

Young Master Song welcomed the takeover, smiling as he nodded, "Yeah, time to dine."

Cao Jinse grasped her genuine ivory chopsticks.

"Youmao looks fine, but you appear unwell. Overtime work is inevitable, yet health must not be overlooked. In other areas maybe not, but for diet, Jinse, don't push yourself too harshly."

Youmao remained silent.

Such strategies were far too simplistic to make any difference, sparking no alarm.

Meanwhile,

Should her lady actually heed the advice, it would still prove advantageous.

She wasn't stubborn by nature, and with resources available, why endure hardship? Life passes quickly, swapping takeout for fine dining merely reduces opportunities to savor, not some fraud or scheme; lavishing money carries no shame.

"Ignore the chatter from that little rabbit."

Though meals had been quite "informal" lately, Princess Cao never skimped. Oranges priced at hundreds per kilo were purchased readily; her approach to spending differed from her brother's. Invest where it counts.

Hmm.

No faulting Cao Xiugo for excessive thrift.

Consider, after all, the limited earnings of a teacher?

"You truly don't seem well."

Song Chaoge eyed Princess Cao, offering further counsel with clear concern, "Health forms the foundation of any revolution, and with the cause unfinished, you can't fall first."

Silent as she was, Youmao listened intently, every phrase registering. At those words, her brows flickered subtly.

Outwardly, it appeared mere routine worry, yet it carried a hidden edge?

Ah.

Right!

Little Song had surely picked up on rumors.

He was the "Master of All Things," naturally.

Particularly regarding her lady's affairs, extra vigilance was expected.

"My constitution isn't so fragile."

Cao Jinse gave a faint smile while picking up some dish.

Clay pot black pepper crispy eel.

Lacking pure Jiangsu flair, yet perfectly to her taste.

True affection shows not in honeyed words, but quiet gestures.

"Even steel suffers fatigue over time. Youmao might complain, but her condition likely surpasses yours."

The act begins.

What caliber.

Viewing her as mere instrument.

"My build doesn't match Miss's."

Youmao shot back promptly, "Miss weighs more than I do."

Does robustness hinge on body mass?

Song Chaoge laughed skeptically.

Youmao chewed her chopsticks, "Why does it seem like you're wishing ill on her? Eager for her to break down from fatigue?"

"You believe that's likely? Should she falter, what gain for me? I'd end up at her bedside in hospital."

A true expert.

Youmao longed to counter, yet no reply came.

Little Song lived up to his name.

Masterful in seizing moments!

He had to have observed from shadows, poised to strike; else, such swiftness wouldn't occur, akin to a scavenger diving at the first whiff of weakness.

"Appreciated. Hospitals rank lowest on my list of places to visit, so rest assured, no burden on you."

Cao Jinse replied smiling, utterly poised.

Youmao grasped her lady's layered meaning perfectly.

Precisely.

That's the spirit!

Petty concerns demand no focus from little Song.

Jinhai amounts to little.

Besides,

Her lady refuses to be "ensnared by feelings"; problems spotted are swiftly handled.

Youmao peeked at Song Chaoge, wondering at any chagrin, only to see him relaxed, almost gratified.

"That eases my mind."

"Best you stay untroubled."

Youmao whispered.

Song Chaoge pivoted, grin emerging as he nodded "Mm," grabbing a bite but unable to restrain another outburst.

"Now that's a Blood Guanyin."

Blood Guanyin?

Youmao stared in confusion, utterly lost.

Cao Jinse dined in peace, face tranquil.