From Gotham to Night City, my notoriety is known to everyone

Watching him roll up his sleeves and stand in front of the sink, V paused while stirring the soup pot, "You can do this? A family like yours still needs you to do housework?"

Leo was speechless: "I am an orphan. If I don't do it myself, will the food appear and fly into my mouth?"

"You are so rich, but you don't have servants or something?" V still didn't understand.

Leo didn't know how to explain it, so he simply started working, demonstrating his firm stand as a member of the working people through practical actions.

V didn't say anything else, but just glanced at him quickly from time to time, with a slightly dazed look on his face.

Ding-dong-

After a while, the doorbell suddenly rang.

"It's not even twelve o'clock yet. Who comes so early?"

Leo took a towel and wiped his hands as he walked towards the elevator.

When the security door opened, Jack and Mrs. Wells appeared outside.

"Welcome, Mrs. Wells, and Jack, you're really early."

Mrs. Wells, who had gray hair but was full of energy, smiled kindly and said, "I heard Jack say this was a family dinner, so I thought you would need an old lady who is good at and enjoys cooking for children, so I came early."

"You've been a great help. V and I are just two half-baked people. Please come in."

After entering the door, the rich aroma of food attracted the three of them into the kitchen.

This kitchen template comes with a glass exterior wall, creating a dedicated cooking space in the room.

"Hello, Mrs. Wells."

V seemed a little restrained when he saw Mrs. Wells, but it was not because of shyness, but because of the instinctive respect of a novice chef for the older chef.

Mrs. Wells looked at the ingredients on the chopping board with a hint of surprise in her eyes, but she said nothing. She just walked to the stove and checked the dishes made by V:

"Mexican tomato soup. I could smell it when I walked in. Very good. I'll chop the bell pepper a little finer next time and put a few more cloves of garlic."

"Yes... I haven't cooked for a long time, so I found the recipe online." V said timidly.

"That's pretty good. Let me teach you. Girls must go through the teachings of their grandmothers before they become mothers, so that they can control the stomachs of their husbands and children in the future."

“Huh!? Oh…oh, yeah.”

The Heywood bloodline kicks in, and V is suppressed by his elderly grandmother.

Leo continued to cut fruits and make a universal dish in all countries - yogurt fruit salad.

"You can cook, too?" Mrs. Wells seemed a little surprised to see how skillful he was.

"Well, I used to live by myself, so I had to know a little bit about everything." Leo focused his attention on the chopping board and answered casually.

Mrs. Wells looked carefully at his palms and cheeks, and nodded thoughtfully:

"You are great, all of you. I always heard that Eastern men are family-oriented, and it seems to be true.

Jack, don't just stand there, go set the table. Look at the others, then look at you. Your girlfriend who you grew up with says she doesn't want to date you anymore. How old are you? Will I live to see my grandchildren?"

Jack, who was laughing foolishly at the side, stopped smiling and put on a mask of pain.

The kitchen staff expanded to four people, including an old grandmother, and the aroma of food increased exponentially.

Leo swallowed his saliva while helping, feeling like he would starve to death before the meal was served.

At a quarter past twelve Sasha arrived, greeted Mrs. Wells timidly, and began to help with the chores.

Ten minutes later, Lao Wei and Misty arrived together.

When they stand together, they really look like a father and daughter.

All the people attending the dinner were present, and the introduction process was naturally very lively.

Except for Sasha, everyone present knew each other to some extent. Even if they were not familiar with each other, they had at least heard of some of each other's deeds and soon became familiar with each other.

Leo was worried that Mrs. Wells and Misty would have a conflict, but he didn't expect that the two of them were chatting quite happily.

Mrs. Wells is somewhat confused about Misty's profession and tries to educate her about God's teachings.

Misty responded with another metaphysical idea.

Although the two had different opinions, they respected each other and there didn't seem to be any unpleasantness between them.

Leo took the opportunity when Jack entered the kitchen to give him a quick look and whispered, "How are you and Misty doing? Haven't you reported it to Mrs. Wells yet?"

Jack's cheek twitched, and he quickly glanced back. Seeing that no one was paying attention, he answered in a low voice: "Don't talk nonsense, we are fine, it's just...I have been going to Lao Wei's for a physical checkup recently, and I feel familiar with him. How did you know?"

Leo smiled mysteriously and was about to say something nonsense, but V, who was listening in, came to his rescue: "Misty and I get along very well, you know? She actually asked about you."

"Is... is that so?" Jack looked a little happy. "Don't spread rumors yet. We have just started. We are not like you two who live together."

The teasing smile on V's lips suddenly froze.

This Jack...why did he repay kindness with enmity...

Jack didn't notice the change in atmosphere and happily took his food and left.

As soon as he left, Leo quickly turned his head to look at V, but he was a beat too late - she had already turned away, not giving him a chance to look at her.

"V, did you hear what he said..."

"The last dish is ready, eat, eat!"

V yelled loudly and walked away with the pot.

Leo had no choice but to go to V's room and move the boxes of wine to the living room.

When these wines with simple bottles but extraordinary quality were poured into the glasses, everyone except Leo and V looked at them in surprise.

Chapter 95: Big Deal (Part 1)

"Sacramental wine...the blood of Christ."

Mrs. Wells picked up a glass of dry red wine, shook the glass gently, and watched the deep red wine flash with a dazzling halo.

Bring it to the tip of your nose, take a deep breath to hold the aroma of the wine, and then exhale slowly after a few seconds.

"Yes, this is 'natural wine', made from real grapes. I haven't smelled such a pure flavor in many years."

She took a sip and closed her eyes comfortably. "This is the taste. It's the wine I drank when I went to church for communion when I was a child. You know, Jack, this is the real communion wine I mentioned. There is nothing added. This is the taste of wine."

Jack took a sip out of curiosity. It tasted sweet and mellow, with an intoxicating fruity aroma. It was good, but not strong enough. It would be better if it was added with a little more alcohol.

Others present also tried it and had good reactions, but none of them were as impressed as Mrs. Wells.

"I think the things on this table are quite rare. Even if you run all over Night City, you may not be able to find so many high-quality ingredients. Especially these fruits..."

Old Wei, the second oldest person at the table, marveled at the fruit basket in front of him. Even he, a high-paid prosthetics doctor, rarely eats fruits of this quality.

The price is expensive on the one hand, and on the other hand it is simply not available.

Such high-quality stuff is basically not circulated outside, and is consumed internally by the upper class.

Seeing that this banquet had achieved the expected results, Leo raised his glass to everyone: "Cheers, and then let's eat quickly. The chat can wait until after the meal. I see that everyone is hungry."

Good brother Jack took the initiative to support him: "That's right, the aroma is so tempting that I can hardly walk. But there must be a reason for toasting, what is it this time? Welcome home?"

Leo looked towards V on his left, then looked around to see clearly the faces of everyone here.

V, Jack, Mrs. Wells, Misty, Old V, Sasha - before he knew it, he had so many acquaintances in Night City.

Thinking back to the time when he first arrived in Night City, he felt like he was dreaming. It was only a week ago, but it seemed like a long time ago.

Fortunately, everything has changed.

Returning to Night City again, he felt nothing but genuine joy. Even the strange smell in the air could not affect his good mood.

“When I first came to Night City, I really hated it. It was full of crime, shootings, and violence. It was completely different from the environment I grew up in.

I thought this was an exile, but unexpectedly I found my family, friends, and things that made me nostalgic here.

Then let’s raise our glass for the fourth time to Night City, this evil, ugly, yet great and glorious city!”

"Night City... is just such a damn place, I followed it." V raised his glass.

"Count me in. In this terrible place, only family and friends can bring a little warmth to people." Jack raised his glass.

"I wouldn't say that...I'll follow you anyway!" Sasha raised his glass.

"This is destiny, it shines because of the intersection." Misty said something difficult to understand metaphysics.

The two elders didn't need any toasts, they just raised their glasses with a smile.

Ding--

"Cheers to Night City!"

After clinking glasses, we started eating to our heart's content.

The dishes that V made under the guidance of Mrs. Wells were full of the taste of home, and combined with high-quality ingredients and seasonings, they blended into a delicacy that left everyone speechless.

Eat like crazy,

Chew and chew wildly.

The dinner came to an end half an hour later when everyone's stomachs were so full that they ached.

When the yogurt fruit salad was served, Leo made a plan in his mind and began to guide the conversation, preparing to get down to business.

He laid out six bottles of wine on the table and looked at Mrs. Wells.

The old lady who had run the Wild Wolf Bar for decades understood what he meant without him saying anything.

"Is this the big deal you were talking about?"

"Yes, I opened a smuggling channel that can transport all kinds of things from the east directly into Night City. This is my first batch of goods, what do you think?"

"Very good, especially this one."

Mrs. Wells picked up the bottle of dry red wine and gently stroked the bottle.

"God's love for all things in the world flows into the cup and becomes the Eucharist wine. I know this is just a religious metaphor. But it is undeniable that every one of God's people would like to drink such a cup of wine during the Mass."

A devout Catholic.

Leo tagged the old man.

"I also considered this when choosing wine. Now the thing is, I brought a lot of wine, enough -"

"Cough cough." Lao Wei coughed twice deliberately.

When Leo looked over, the middle-aged man shrugged exaggeratedly: "Nothing special, but if we want to talk about business, shouldn't Misty and I leave first? This is a business secret after all."

Leo smiled and shook his head: "No, in fact, our team is about to make a fortune, so we need a trustworthy and highly skilled dedicated prosthetic doctor. Guess who is the first... no, the only candidate we thought of?"

Lao Wei also laughed: "Me? Sure, why would I refuse a good thing that can make me rich?"

"What about me?" Misty tilted her head slightly.

Leo thought for a moment and said, "Our dedicated fortune teller helps us predict good or bad luck before we do any big work."

"If this can soothe your soul, then fine."

Misty didn't know what she was thinking of, and suddenly glanced at Jack, and happened to meet his eyes.

After keeping everyone here, Leo continued, "I brought a lot of wine, tens of thousands of bottles, and this smuggling channel is not a one-time thing. I can bring in at least two batches of goods every month. So, I plan to find a few buyers, distribute the goods, and make money together."

Then, he talked about the positioning of the six types of wine.

Mrs. Wells picked up the six bottles one by one and nodded. "The goods are fine. These are all good wines that can be sold at a high price. The problem is that the Wild Wolf Bar is only a medium-sized bar. At most, we can help you sell low-end goods.

And... to be honest, your low-end wine is not low-end at all. The price of Night City craft beer and Six Street Gang's private brewed bourbon is only 150, which is not even enough for your wholesale price. "

"It's okay, this is just an appetizer before the big deal." Leo smiled confidently, "Mrs. Wells, I am willing to provide you with these wines at the lowest price. Low-end wine is 100, mid-range wine is 200, and high-end wine is 500. I believe you can make a lot of money by reselling them."

Mrs. Wells looked at him deeply and said, "I believe what you said. Apart from anything else, the price of a bottle of this low-end wine will not be less than 200. If you sell it by the glass or as a base wine in a bar, you can increase it by 100. The wholesale price you sell it at should not be less than 150, child."

Just based on the fact that he was able to raise the price instead of bargaining, Leo knew that this old man was capable.

"Don't worry, my purchase price is low enough and I still make a profit. I am willing to provide you with the quantity you need. As an additional condition, I hope you can help me to discuss this transaction with the priest in person."

Chapter 96: Big Deal (Part 2)

"Sebastian Ibarra..."

Mrs. Wells uttered the name with a look of nostalgia on her face.