"What do you mean by that?" Tang Fei looked at Sheng Xinhua with a puzzled face.
It was deep into the night, he and Little Fatty were safe and sound, and the live video had already been shot and sent to Phoenix for reporting...
What else was there to do?
He was not just any man.
Besides, he and Little Fatty were ready to take a shower and go to sleep.
If they didn’t sleep well at night, how could they have the energy to train in the morning?
Delaying training was a serious matter.
"My meaning? My meaning is that you should warmly and politely invite me inside, thoughtfully open your best red wine for me to breathe, and serve up a few snacks to accompany the wine..."
Sheng Xinhua indignantly said, "After getting off work, I was summoned here by your little lover... I didn’t even have a chance to eat anything, and now I’m so hungry I could eat a horse..."
Tang Fei’s gaze shifted toward Sheng Xinhua’s chest.
Liar, her front could not possibly touch her back...
"Please, come in," Tang Fei invited her as he should indeed uphold the host’s duty, and added with a smile, "I’m not sure which wine is the best, you can pick whichever you’d like..."
Tang Fei remembered what Phoenix had told him when she asked him to buy this courtyard; the previous owner had left all the furniture and had not taken the wine from the cellar.
Owning such a property in this area meant that the former owner was not an ordinary person, and the wine he left behind must be decent too.
Tang Fei and Little Fatty seldom drank wine, and when they occasionally felt like having a taste, it was always baijiu.
To them, red wine was more like grape juice, hardly satisfying...
Besides, when they were in Wasteland, they would sometimes pick wild grapes to make their own wine.
Although it wasn’t as good as the wine here, it had a sufficiently strong kick.
"This is more like it," said Sheng Xinhua with satisfaction, strutting towards the basement.
"You seem quite familiar with this place," Tang Fei commented with a chuckle.
Sheng Xinhua rarely visited their home, and had certainly never been down to the basement before, but now her confident stride suggested she knew the place even better than Tang Fei.
"Nonsense, I was the one who found this house for you," Sheng Xinhua spoke up. "It originally belonged to a professor from our academy. After the professor retired, he wanted to move to the Sea of Ice to spend his later years, so he decided to sell this property..."
"It so happened that Xiu Xue wanted to gift you a house for settling down, so I acted as the intermediary... Do you think I’m familiar with this place?"
"No wonder," Tang Fei chuckled, looking at Sheng Xinhua. "So, you know the good wines we have here better than I do, huh?"
"Of course. Professor Xu and his wife loved drinking. There were a few bottles of very old vintage wines... He wanted to take them with him when he moved, but I told him they might get spoiled on the journey, which would be such a pity. He thought it made sense and decided to leave them here, saying they should go to someone destined to have them..."
"Looks like Mr. Sheng is that destined someone."
"Of course," Sheng Xinhua nodded with an open face, her eyes wide as she stared at the Training Room ahead. "Where’s the wine cellar? It used to be right beside the staircase..."
"I tore it down," Tang Fei said. "I wanted to build a Training Room, so I got rid of the wine cellar."
"You tore it down? What about the wine? Where is it all?"
Subsequently, Tang Fei led Sheng Xinhua to a storeroom.
Sheng Xinhua’s eyes widened at the sight of stacked beverages and asked, "Is this... how you dealt with them?"
"What else could I do? There was nowhere else suitable..."
"Do you even know what these wines are? Do you know how much they are worth? Do you realize... With these vintage wines, once you drink a bottle, there’s one less left?"
Sheng Xinhua, who cherished good wine like life itself, was incredibly distressed to see Tang Fei mistreat her beloved liquid sustenance. "Tang Fei, you idiot."
Sheng Xinhua rifled through the storeroom, then pulled out two bottles marked with a bronze tripod, clutching them tightly and said, "These are the ones, I’ll open them and see... Hopefully, you haven’t ruined them."
Having received many favors from Sheng Xinhua in the past, Tang Fei wanted to return the kindness and said, "If you like them, I’ll give them all to you."
Sheng Xinhua’s eyes lit up, then she shook her head, "No, I can’t take them home. My dad would throw them all out... The old man always thinks women shouldn’t drink, he’s incredibly old-fashioned..."
Sheng Xinhua gazed at the storeroom floors strewn with fine wine, "How about this, whenever I want to drink, I’ll just come here myself... You guys keep them safe for me."
The two went upstairs together, and Tang Fei, noticing a dish of peanuts and some shredded squid on the table, asked Little Fatty, "Didn’t I ask you to prepare a few plates of cooked meat? Where’s the meat? Mr. Sheng hasn’t eaten dinner, how can she fill up on just this?"
Little Fatty sheepishly said, "I ate all the meat... I was a bit hungry after training, so I thought I’d have some meat..."
Tang Fei turned to Sheng Xinhua and suggested, "Have a drink first, I’ll go make something for you to eat."
"Oh, you can cook?" teased Sheng Xinhua.
"Survival skill from living in Wasteland."
"I can’t," said Little Fatty.
Sheng Xinhua looked at Little Fatty’s sturdy build and commented, "That’s because you have a good brother."
Little Fatty grinned broadly, chuckling sheepishly.