Landlord in the Arctic

Chapter 346: Chapter 270: Party

The pounding music at the party was deafening, as if trying to set the entire world of ice and snow ablaze.

Demi and Erica, lost in their own world, held each other close as they danced with abandon to the rhythmic music.

The more they danced, the more spirited they became, even excitedly shrugging off their jackets. Dressed only in their skimpy underlayers, their bodies swayed to the rhythm as they occasionally struck intimate poses.

The sight of the two girls—so youthful and sizzling—riled up the surrounding crowd. People raised their beers and shouted strange, hoarse cries, cheering them on and making the atmosphere even more feverish.

Meanwhile, in the middle of the crowd, Old Liu and two of his buddies stood there, scrutinizing the two dancing women with wide, critical eyes.

"Morals are decaying by the day. Two young women, hugging each other like that... it’s just improper," Old Liu said, frowning and shaking his head with a grave expression.

"Exactly. Wearing so little in this freezing weather. Aren’t they worried about catching a cold?"

Old Li chimed in, his tone tinged with some concern, but mostly with disapproval of their attire.

"Still, you gotta admit, these foreigners are built differently than the girls back home. Too bad Old Zhang’s had a stroke, he’s missing out on the view," Old Zhao muttered under his breath, his eyes unconsciously scanning the two girls’ figures.

Though his words were critical, he was still more than a little curious about their sizzling curves.

After saying it, he seemed to think better of it and quickly glanced around, as if afraid someone had overheard him.

Just then, Feng Mountain arrived at the party with North, who had changed into a fresh set of clothes.

North had regained some of his energy by now, though his face was still a little pale.

Feng Mountain casually grabbed a bottle of hard liquor from a table and shoved it into North’s hand. "You can’t drink beer right now. Drink this."

"I’m a Puritan. I can’t drink alcohol," North said, looking troubled as he eyed the conspicuous logo of a beautiful woman on the bottle.

’I just drank hard liquor without even knowing it.’

’That was already a violation of my faith.’

"Forget it. Come with me," Feng Mountain said, shaking his head. freewёbnoνel.com

’You have to respect other people’s beliefs. Since North’s faith forbids him from drinking hard liquor, I can’t force him.’

So, he led North through the bustling party to find Old Zhang, who was intently grilling skewers.

Old Zhang stood before the grill, his practiced movements inspiring confidence in anyone who watched.

The beef skewers on the grill sizzled, dripping with juices, and their rich aroma filled the air. A crowd of people stood around, eagerly waiting to taste the delicacy.

"Elder Zhang, do you have any soup to warm us up? This guy here almost froze solid a minute ago," Feng Mountain said as he walked up, pointing at North.

"You think I’m your private chef? I’m a celebrated culinary master! If my peers back home heard I was grilling skewers for you, they’d laugh me to death," Old Zhang grumbled, speechlessly grabbing a handful of beef skewers and sprinkling them with chili powder as he ranted. freēwēbnovel.com

’I’m a man of some renown in the culinary world back home, after all.’

’Coming all the way out here to grill skewers at some foreign party is already beneath my talents. Now he wants me to make soup? That’s just too much.’

"Put some more on, I like it spicy!" Feng Mountain hadn’t heard a word. "So, uh, is that beef blood and vermicelli soup ready? Add extra black pepper, it’ll ward off the cold!"

"Believe it or not, I’ll stew *you* into beef blood vermicelli soup right now!"

Now Old Zhang was truly furious. Huffing with rage, he raised the skewers in his hand and pretended he was about to hurl them at Feng Mountain. The onlookers couldn’t help but stifle their laughter.

Seeing the situation, Jenny, who was standing nearby, sprang into action without a word.

She turned, walked briskly to the ingredient station, and grabbed a handful of sliced beef blood, dropping it into a nearby pot of boiling water. The moment the blood hit the pot, it began to tumble in the rolling boil.

Next, Jenny quickly grabbed some vermicelli noodles and gently shook them into the pot to cook with the beef blood. Before long, steam was billowing from the pot, and an enticing aroma began to fill the air.

When it was nearly cooked, Jenny deftly removed the pot from the heat. She took two empty bowls and filled them in succession with black pepper, salt, and vibrant green cilantro leaves.

Her movements were seamless, a clear sign of a Chinese-trained chef. It was obvious Old Zhang had been teaching her a thing or two over the past couple of days.

"It’s ready, go on and try it!" Jenny said with a smile, her face full of anticipation.

"Elder Zhang, you sure picked a good apprentice!" Feng Mountain said, a grin of praise spreading across his face. He took the bowl from Jenny, immediately passed it to North, and added, "Drink up. It’ll warm you."

After speaking, while Old Zhang was still processing, Feng Mountain casually snatched a handful of sizzling, fragrant beef skewers from the grill. Then, before Old Zhang could blow his top, he greased his heels and beat a hasty retreat.

"You little brat! Don’t let me catch you again!" Old Zhang seethed as he watched Feng Mountain’s retreating back, unable to stop himself from shouting a threat in his direction.

Then, Old Zhang turned to look at Jenny, his expression instantly softening into a kind and amiable one. He offered a reminder in his Chinese-accented English.

"Xiaozhan, stay away from Feng Mountain. That boy is no good."

"Okay, Chef!" Jenny didn’t quite understand Old Zhang’s oddly accented English, but seeing his kind expression, she nodded obediently.

Unaware that he was being bad-mouthed behind his back, Feng Mountain was in a great mood. He pulled North over to a couple of empty chairs, and they sat down.

North was now cradling the steaming bowl of beef blood and vermicelli soup, its heat wafting straight into his face.

He blew on it gently before taking a sip. The beef blood was incredibly smooth and tender, feeling as if it were gliding down a slide on his tongue.