UGB Chapter 303 Lin Zhou Moves Hot Pot Restaurant Home in the Middle of the Night
Chapter 303 Lin Zhou Moves Hot Pot Restaurant Home in the Middle of the Night
Fifteen minutes after the phone call ended, the tranquility over Xishan Fortress was shattered.
The deep, powerful roar of propellers grew louder as three sleek private helicopters pierced the night, their powerful searchlights illuminating the helipad as if it were daytime.
This is not a simple food delivery, but a precise cross-border migration driven by the highest will of the Lin family conglomerate.
As the cabin door opened, a cool breeze carrying the rich aroma of butter wafted out, a mellow and authentic flavor only found in long-established hot pot restaurants.
Several master chefs dressed in pristine white uniforms, carrying sealed copper pots and secret recipes, stepped into this forbidden area—a place so daunting that even the most prominent figures in the capital would avoid them—with trepidation and trepidation, accompanied by the Lin family's secret guards.
"Quick! Be quiet! If anyone breaks a floor tile, they won't be able to afford to pay for it even if they sell themselves!"
Old Chen was giving hurried instructions, completely disregarding the butler's elegance, his forehead covered in fine beads of sweat.
Within minutes, a professional smokeless hot pot area was quickly set up in the center of the spacious and luxurious living room.
The specially designed negative pressure ventilation system operates quietly, ensuring that not a single odor will disturb the sleeping Nuonuo.
On that expensive huanghuali long table, there was now an antique purple copper charcoal pot, with red oil boiling wildly inside.
"Mr. Lin... everyone has arrived, and the food was all freshly killed and taken."
The person in charge of the hot pot restaurant, surnamed Wang, was standing in front of Lin Zhou. Due to excessive nervousness, his calves were twitching slightly.
He stole a glance at Lin Zhou, who was dressed in casual clothes but whose eyes were still cold, and his heart almost jumped out of his throat.
A boss of his caliber is usually someone important in public, but in front of Lin Zhou, he felt he was not even as good as a plate of fresh duck intestines.
Lin Zhou ignored the other person's nervousness; all his attention was focused on the ingredients that had just been placed on the table.
He stretched out his long, slender fingers and casually poked at the plate of tender tripe.
"Bring us the pesticide residue test report. Also, which cow did this tripe come from? Was it slaughtered more than an hour ago?"
Lin Zhou's voice was extremely calm, yet it carried a sense of oppression that could freeze the air.
Mr. Wang, his voice trembling, handed over an electronic document that had just been exported from the randomized laboratory, his tone humble.
"Young Master Lin, rest assured. This is a 'special supply' reserved exclusively for the top elites; every single indicator is perfect."
"This tripe is taken from the Jianhe cattle that are air-freighted back from the grasslands. From the time it is removed from the animal to the time it is put into the pot, it takes exactly fifty-eight minutes."
Lin Zhou carefully checked all the data, especially the tests for sensitive indicators for pregnant women, as meticulously as if he were checking the Lin Group's annual report.
The chilling murderous aura of a top godfather contrasted strangely with the long chopsticks he was holding.
"Thank you for your help, sir."
Lin Zhou turned to look at the somewhat dazed old chef, his gaze softening slightly.
"You can decide on the timing. As long as my wife is satisfied, the Lin family will cover the expansion of the main store next year."
The old chef shuddered, then nodded vigorously, wielding his long ladle rhythmically.
Su Qingge had changed into a light-colored loungewear dress that was comfortable and had a soft, warm texture.
She inhaled the enticing aroma of hot pot in the air, its concentrated flavor filling her eyes with bright surprise.
"Lin Zhou, your efficiency... is getting more and more outrageous."
Su Qingge sat by the hot pot, watching the bubbling red oil, and her whole being was completely revived from that pale state.
"If you want to eat it, I can bring the entire Sichuan Road here."
Lin Zhou sat down next to her with a doting expression, holding specially made serving chopsticks in his hand, and deftly picked up a piece of tripe.
"Come on, let's try this one first. It's going up and down, I'm counting."
Su Qingge opened her mouth and contentedly caught the piece of tripe that was covered in a special dipping sauce and was incredibly crisp.
The intense spiciness and oily aroma exploded on her tongue, instantly calming the hungry and unruly little monster in her stomach.
"Mmm...this is the taste! Lin Zhou, it's absolutely amazing!"
Su Qingge ate until she was covered in sweat, and her originally pale face instantly turned rosy.
Her long-held goddess image was utterly and cruelly shattered at this moment by the spicy hot pot broth.
She sniffed her nose playfully, her slightly disheveled yet adorable appearance captivating Lin Zhou.
"Eat slowly. Old Chen, bring another bottle of chilled soy milk. Warm it up a bit, don't make it too cold."
Lin Zhou gently wiped the fine beads of sweat from Su Qingge's forehead while carefully observing her expression.
Seeing Su Qingge eating with a beaming smile, Lin Zhou finally felt a huge weight lifted from his heart.
His originally stern profile softened at this moment because of the warm, homey atmosphere.
It was in this harmonious and warm atmosphere of the late-night diner.
The specially made dark gold phone on the table suddenly emitted a low and rhythmic vibration.
That vibration signal was unusual.
That was an emergency long-distance communication system exclusively for overseas agents, activated only when a major event occurred that could shake the Lin family's global foundation.
Lin Zhou's eyes narrowed instantly.
The doting smile vanished completely in a very short time, replaced by a dangerous coldness born of professional instinct.
He looked at Su Qingge, who was engrossed in eating and completely absorbed in the world of tripe, and his eyes struggled for a fraction of a second.
He reached out and gently ruffled Su Qingge's hair.
"Qingge, take your time eating. I'm going to take this annoying transoceanic phone call."
Su Qingge didn't even look up, and waved her hand vaguely.
"Go ahead, go ahead, don't let your 'international conspiracies' stop me from enjoying my meal."
Lin Zhou chuckled and steadily walked towards the terrace not far away, phone in hand.
Pushing open the French windows, the cold autumn wind rushed into his collar, instantly clearing his previously warm mind.
He deftly pressed the answer button and disappeared into the shadows.
"I am Lin Zhou. You'd better give me a reason not to throw you into the Indian Ocean to feed the fish."
A piercing static came from the other end of the phone, followed by a hoarse and anxious male voice.
"Boss... something's happened with the Grammy committee. The list we helped Miss Su with was intercepted by a mysterious force."
Lin Zhou's brows furrowed sharply.
The violent aura generated by extreme displeasure instantly made the guards on duty around them feel intense unease.
"Intercept? In Los Angeles, who dares to intercept my list, Lin Zhou's list?"
Lin Zhou lowered his voice, his tone filled with a cruel sneer.
The person on the other end of the phone swallowed hard, their voice trembling.
"It's not a confrontation over capital. It's said that... they have some secret videos about Miss Su's time in the Su family. They're using these to blackmail her into permanently removing her name from this year's Grammy list."
Lin Zhou's fingertips gripped the white marble railing tightly, and a tiny crack spread out.
"Video? Interesting. Looks like I've been away from Los Angeles for too long, and those rats think I've become well-behaved again."
He turned his head and glanced at Su Qingge, who was happily eating in the living room. The tenderness and murderous intent in his eyes intertwined to the extreme at that moment.
"Have you found out who the other party is?"
"Currently, all we know is that their code name is 'Shadow Company.' They say... we can talk, but you must personally return to the United States."
Lin Zhou sneered and slowly exhaled a breath of cold air.
"Go back in person? Sure. Tell them that I, Lin Zhou, am indeed planning to go to the Grammys."
"However, we're not going to talk. We're going to close the net."
He hung up the phone decisively, standing in the night like a cold sculpture.
What should have been a heartwarming honeymoon trip seems to have been overshadowed by a dangerous shadow because of this phone call.
But when he turned to look at Su Qingge, all his ruthlessness and decisiveness quickly disappeared into the deepest recesses of his heart.
"Lin Zhou, why did it take you so long? Come over and help me cook the shrimp balls!"
Su Qingge's coquettish voice came from the living room.
Lin Zhou took a deep breath and a lazy smile returned to his lips.
"Here it comes, Your Majesty. Don't rush, the shrimp paste will be served to you right away."
He strode back, but in his mind, he had already neatly added a new name to the list called 'Death'.
"Honey, what do you think about us going to Los Angeles to see the red carpet show tomorrow?"
"Why would you suddenly want to go there?"
"It's nothing. I just feel that you owe me a proper explanation."
Lin Zhou held a strainer, his eyes fixed intently on the bubbling red oil in the pot.
"Old Chen, get the private jet warmed up."
"Young Master, why the rush?"
"Someone wants to teach me at the Grammys. I have to go and teach them what the Lin family education is all about."
Su Qingge put down her chopsticks and looked at him suspiciously.
"Lin Zhou, tell me honestly, are you planning to cause trouble again?"