After sending Lu Fei to his residence, Liu Yifeng drove his father and they quickly arrived at Old Master Zhao's house.
Tongtong had already finished school and was playing chess with Old Master Zhao. The old man and the young boy were in perfect harmony.
Liu Yifeng and Liu Chunsheng entered the living room, not interrupting their game.
Although Liu Yifeng didn't know when Tongtong learned to play chess, in his eyes, Tongtong was already an omnipotent being, so him playing chess was not surprising at all.
He glanced at their game and saw that Old Master Zhao was checkmated by Tongtong. No matter which move he made, it would be a dead end.
Zhao Dewang pondered for a while, and finally had to admit defeat: "Tongtong, Grandpa Zhao concedes, you win."
"Grandpa Zhao, don't be discouraged. I just got a tiny bit luckier than you. Actually, your chess skills are much better than mine," Tongtong quickly comforted, fearing that Grandpa Zhao would be upset.
Hearing Tongtong's comfort, Zhao Dewang burst into laughter: "Hahaha, Tongtong, Grandpa Zhao is not a sore loser.
Although it's a bit embarrassing to be beaten by a little kid like you, as the saying goes, the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead. The future of our country relies on you to inject fresh blood."
"Grandpa Zhao, don't worry, I will definitely serve the country when I grow up," Tongtong said with determined eyes.
Zhao Dewang's eyes showed relief. Tongtong was a genius among geniuses, and he couldn't imagine his capabilities when he grew up.
His vow to serve the country was not just idle talk; it was something that would definitely be realized.
"Dad, Grandpa, you're here!" Tongtong's eyes lit up with joy as he saw the two men behind them.
Liu Yifeng patted his head: "Tongtong hasn't been causing trouble here, has he?"
"This child is very well-behaved. Why are you in such a hurry to pick him up? I wanted to play another game of chess with Tongtong!" Zhao Dewang said, looking at Liu Yifeng.
"Mr. Zhao, Tongtong has bothered you for the whole day today, and it's time for you to have some peace," Liu Yifeng said with a smile.
"Stay for dinner today. My son just called and said his friend air-freighted some 'Tomahawk steaks' from abroad. I'm not interested in this stuff, so you guys can try it."
"This is too kind..."
"Don't be so polite with me. It's settled then." Zhao Dewang didn't give Liu Yifeng a chance to refuse.
Liu Yifeng found it hard to refuse: "Then thank you, Mr. Zhao."
"Oh, the 'Super Brain' program team called me. The show is about to be recorded soon.
The contestants and special guests will have a few videos filmed in advance. You should have received a call, right?" Zhao Dewang suddenly remembered something.
Liu Yifeng nodded: "I did. The director will bring the special guest to my house tomorrow for filming."
"That's good. I'll be waiting for the official recording of the show, watching Tongtong shine." Zhao Dewang's eyes gleamed with excitement at the thought of Tongtong dazzling everyone.
As they were chatting, Zhao Shubo returned, holding a white foam box, which looked quite heavy.
Seeing this, Liu Yifeng quickly went to help, and they carried it into the living room together.
Then, Zhao Shubo found a pair of scissors and opened the box.
Inside were several Tomahawk steaks, their meat looking very tender and fresh.
"Mr. Liu, these are 4A Tomahawk steaks my friend air-freighted to me. That cow alone is worth over six hundred thousand yuan. The quality of each piece of meat is incomparable to ordinary beef.
As soon as the cow was slaughtered, my friend immediately air-freighted it to me. Since your whole family is here, let's all try it together," Zhao Shubo said.
Liu Yifeng was a little surprised that a cow could be sold for over six hundred thousand yuan. Indeed, in the world of the wealthy, money was just a number.
Zhao Dewang, listening nearby, snorted: "I see you have money and nowhere to spend it. Is this cow made of gold to cost six hundred thousand? I can buy a piece of beef with better quality from a random beef bone in the market."
Zhao Shubo felt both amused and helpless: "Dad, you don't understand.
There's a reason why this cow is expensive. The feed they give it is very specific, and it's even fed individually by hand."
"I don't understand. No matter how delicious beef is, it's still beef. Could it taste like dragon meat?" Zhao Dewang, displeased at being looked down upon by his son, retorted directly.
"Fine, I can't argue with you. I'll let you taste the beef later and see why it's so expensive."
To avoid wasting such good Tomahawk steaks, Zhao Shubo had even invited a Michelin three-star chef, who was a professional at making them.
The chef soon arrived and took the premium Tomahawk steaks to the kitchen.
"Mr. Liu, let's sit and wait to eat," Zhao Shubo beckoned Liu Yifeng to sit down.
"Dad, I wonder if Uncle San has fed Da Bai and Da Hei today. Could you call and ask him?" Liu Yifeng was concerned about the two dogs at home.
Liu Chunsheng picked up his old flip phone and called the third son. After asking a few questions, he hung up.
"Your third uncle said he feeds them every meal, so don't worry," Liu Chunsheng returned to his seat.
Hearing the father and son's words, Zhao Shubo chuckled: "Mr. Liu is quite attentive to his pets. I'm not like that. I feed them three meals a day if I remember, and if I'm busy, I forget to feed them for a whole day. It's suffering for them to be with me.
Later, I gave away my Alaskan Malamute."
He looked a little embarrassed as he said this.
"Mr. Zhao's business is so big, it's normal to forget when you're busy. But why didn't you look after Mr. Zhao? That way, Old Mr. Zhao would have a companion."
Before Zhao Shubo could speak, Zhao Dewang immediately said: "I don't like keeping dogs, they're too noisy."
"So, I had to give it to a friend," Zhao Shubo shrugged helplessly.
They chatted in the living room for about forty minutes, and the chef finished preparing the Tomahawk steaks. He had also placed rosemary on top to remove any gamey smell and enhance the aroma.
Tongtong smelled the aroma of the Tomahawk steaks from afar: "It smells so good!"
"Let's go, Uncle Zhao will take you to eat steak. Eat more later; who knows when you'll get to eat such good steak again!" Zhao Shubo said, taking Tongtong's hand to the dining room.
There were five steaks on the table, cooked to medium-rare, which greatly preserved the beef's fresh aroma and flavor.
If it were overcooked, it would not only lose its nutrients but also affect the taste.
Even at medium-rare, there was still visible red blood in the center. For Zhao Shubo, who often ate steak, this was perfectly normal.
However, Liu Chunsheng and Zhao Dewang found it difficult to swallow the undercooked beef.
But Liu Chunsheng was a guest, and since they were being treated to such expensive steak, he couldn't afford to be picky.
Zhao Dewang, however, was different. Looking at the uncooked steak, his face immediately fell: "This steak isn't even cooked. How are we supposed to eat it?"
The chef immediately explained: "Mr. Zhao, this is the only way to prepare the steak to retain its nutrients and achieve the best taste. You can try it first."
"Dad, people abroad eat their steak at medium-rare, and some even eat it raw. If it's cooked any more, it won't taste good," Zhao Shubo added.
"Abroad is abroad. They've been eating like this since childhood, so their bodies have built up immunity.
Are you asking an old man like me to eat uncooked beef and deliberately give me diarrhea?
And you talk about abroad. If it's so good abroad, why don't you eat it raw like foreigners? You even have to ask someone to do all this for you," Zhao Dewang put down his knife and fork, looking displeased at his son.
His words left Zhao Shubo speechless.