Chapter 100

Zhuang Yaosheng's wedding was a great success, receiving high praise from both families and friends. Especially after seeing the thick envelope containing the substantial dowry, Liu Mei's family finally felt completely at ease. How could their son-in-law, who knew so many wealthy people, not do well?

However, just in the evening, when Wang Yong and Fatso were about to go and play pranks at the newlyweds' room, Wang Yong received a call from Dawei and had to regretfully leave early.

Shanhai Airport is about twelve kilometers from the city center. The main runway is over 2,600 meters long and 50 meters wide, capable of accommodating medium-sized aircraft such as the Boeing 737, MD-82, and Airbus 320. It is a standard international 4C airport.

This was one of the first airports activated after the founding of the People's Republic of China, initially established as a military airport to protect the capital. During the September 13th incident, a famous marshal fled from here by plane.

After parking his car in the airport parking lot, Wang Yong checked his phone and saw that it was still early. He got out of the car and decided to take a look around the airport, which he had never visited before.

Dawei called, saying he and Uncle Zhang would be flying directly to Shanhai Airport that evening. This made Wang Yong have to give up his plan to play pranks with Fatso and drive here to wait for them, feeling a bit regretful.

After wandering around for a while and waiting for about half an hour, the airport finally announced the arrival of their flight. Soon, he saw Uncle Zhang walking out of the exit, followed by Dawei pushing a luggage cart.

"Did you wait long?" Uncle Zhang asked with a smile, looking not at all tired.

"No, I'm here for the first time, so I was quite curious and wandered around a bit," Wang Yong said, helping Uncle Zhang walk out while ignoring Dawei, who was pushing the luggage alone.

Seeing Wang Yong follow his master out of the hall with empty hands, leaving him to carry the luggage alone, Dawei was furious. He grabbed Wang Yong's collar and started lecturing him, complaining about how hard he had worked and how ungrateful Wang Yong was for not even saying a word after arriving.

"Alright, alright. Wang Yong was just joking, right, Wang Yong?" Uncle Zhang smiled and comforted his young disciple.

"Okay, look at you. Let's go. Your Wang Jing called earlier, asking you to call her as soon as you got out of the car," Wang Yong said, which immediately stopped Dawei's complaints. He happily handed the luggage cart to Wang Yong and took out his phone to chat with Wang Jing.

By the time the three returned to Banship Village, it was already late at night. The village was already lit up, and the dogs barked incessantly as the car drove in.

Many villagers came out of their homes to see what was happening. When they saw Wang Yong's car, they greeted him. When they saw Uncle Zhang and Dawei in the car, they became even more enthusiastic, greeting them with many words.

After dropping Dawei off at his family's supermarket, Wang Yong drove straight to Grandpa's house. When he arrived, the lights were still on, indicating that the two elders were still awake.

"Grandpa, Grandma, we're back," Wang Yong called out as he got out of the car.

"Welcome back!" Grandma's voice came from the yard, and then she and Grandpa came out to greet them, helping Wang Yong carry the bags and packages Uncle Zhang had brought.

"Wang Yong, hurry back. Your godmother has a foreigner at home. He's a winemaker, and you should go see him," Grandpa said, which surprised Wang Yong. His godmother hadn't told him.

Confused, Wang Yong returned home and saw a real blonde, blue-eyed foreigner, about thirty years old, chatting with his godmother.

"Godmother, I'm back."

"Welcome back. Have you eaten? Do you want me to make something for you?" Godmother asked with concern.

"No, I've already eaten," Wang Yong said, giving his godmother a look and pointing at the foreigner.

Godmother was taken aback, then smiled and poked Wang Yong's forehead, saying, "You! Come, let me introduce you. This is Shawn, a famous French winemaker at my winery. Shawn, this is Wang Yong, my child."

"Ah! I know you, Super Vegetables," the foreigner said, extending his thumb and speaking in fluent French-accented Mandarin.

"If you like it, you can eat it every day here. By the way, an elder who is a chef came back today. Tomorrow, he will make you some dishes using Super Vegetables as the main ingredient. After you taste them, you'll understand the true charm of Super Vegetables," Wang Yong said confidently.

Of course, this required translation from his godmother. At this moment, Wang Yong understood why his godfather wasn't there. Chatting with someone who spoke broken Chinese and was proud of it was really unbearable!

After chatting for about ten minutes, Wang Yong couldn't take it anymore and hurriedly said goodbye, escaping to his room to sleep.

The next morning, as soon as Wang Yong got up, Shawn came over, asking Wang Yong to take him to the elder to make some dishes. This guy was a foodie! Wang Yong couldn't help but roll his eyes. Foreigners were so straightforward, they couldn't even understand polite talk!

Godmother just laughed at Wang Yong, not helping to explain. She even held back her godfather, whispering something in his ear, making him laugh at Wang Yong and Shawn.

Wang Yong finally managed to make Shawn understand that breakfast included a dish made by a master chef. He asked Shawn to try it first, and the main meal would be at noon. Then he served Shawn a bowl of white porridge and pushed a plate of pickled vegetables in front of him.

Wang Yong pointed at the pickled vegetables and said, "Eat, eat!"

Shawn looked at the strange dark red strips of unknown vegetables and asked, "Is this pickled vegetables?"

Ah! Wang Yong slapped his forehead. This foreigner wasn't easy to fool! But Wang Yong's mind quickly came up with an idea. He pointed at the pickled vegetables and said, "This is Super Vegetables, got it?"

To his surprise, Shawn's response was quite peculiar. He said, word by word, with perfect pronunciation, "I, am, not, a, ghost."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Godmother and godfather laughed so hard they were in tears, looking at the stunned Wang Yong.

Wang Yong looked at Shawn, wondering if he was playing a trick. But seeing Shawn's serious expression, he hesitated.

Fortunately, Shawn took a bite of the pickled vegetables. His eyes widened, and he couldn't even speak, drinking two large bowls of porridge and finishing half a plate of pickled vegetables. Fortunately, Uncle Zhang's pickled vegetables weren't too salty, or Shawn might have turned into a bat, a scary creature that locals often used to scare children.

After breakfast, Shawn was taken by Godmother to inspect the area. Wang Yong, now free, went back to sleep for a while, waking up around ten to wash his face and go to Grandpa's house with his godfather. They were going to have a meal together, ostensibly to celebrate Uncle Zhang's return, but Wang Yong thought everyone was just hungry, at least he was.

Around eleven, Godmother and Shawn returned. They told Wang Yong, to his surprise, that the latitude of their hometown was the same as the main wine-producing regions in France. This meant that the climate, sunlight, and rainfall were very suitable for growing wine grapes. Even more surprising, at a local winery, Shawn tasted a wine that amazed him.

Wang Yong looked at Godmother helplessly. He had listened to Shawn for half an hour and still didn't understand what was going on. By the time Li Jianping started serving the dishes, his patience was exhausted.

"Uncle and I went to a winery near our village. There, a national-level winemaker, Mr. Zhang Xiang, is the chief engineer. After tasting a wine made by Mr. Zhang, Shawn was amazed. They talked a lot, and on the way back, Shawn kept telling me he was surprised to meet a true winemaker," Godmother explained.

"Really? A winemaker respected by a Frenchman, it seems Mr. Zhang has real talent!" Wang Yong was also surprised.

In China, there were many so-called "masters" and "professors" who were just famous in name. It was surprising to find a true master right in their midst, one who could even impress a foreign colleague.

"What's Mr. Zhang's background?" Wang Yong asked curiously.

"Mr. Zhang used to work for Haiwang Group in the county, starting as a technician, then becoming the head of the technology department, workshop director, factory manager, chief engineer, and vice president. In the early 1980s, as the deputy leader of the Chinese dry red wine research team, he participated in the development of China's first bottle of dry red wine," Godmother said, clearly excited to meet such a renowned figure in the domestic wine industry.

In recent years, Godmother's main work had been promoting wine culture in China. Meeting a local winemaking master was a great source of excitement for her.

Especially when Mr. Zhang told her that there were already hundreds of wineries of various sizes in Port City. Licheng County, known as the "Dry Red City," had dozens of wineries scattered throughout, producing wines that were sold nationwide.

What made Godmother happiest was that Mr. Zhang told her that Port City was planning an international wine festival to promote its wines. It was said that the festival would be on a large scale, with wineries from all over the country bringing thousands of varieties of dry red, dry white, and rosé wines to exhibit.

"Godmother, are you going to participate in the wine festival?" Wang Yong asked deliberately, knowing that she would definitely want to participate given her current excitement.

"Yes, I'll call my friends in France this afternoon to see if we can invite some famous French winemakers and sommeliers to come," Godmother replied.

"Have you contacted the city government? Don't want to be the only one enthusiastic about this if they don't agree," Wang Yong reminded her.

"I've already contacted Yuan Yuan's uncle. They are eager for it, so they won't disagree."

"That's good. Let's eat. Look, Shawn is drooling," Wang Yong said, pointing at Shawn, who was sitting at the table with Grandpa and Grandma. (To be continued.)