After Young Master Li was sent to a nearby hospital for examination, it turned out that the stab to his chest was indeed not serious, and no internal bleeding was found. However, he had lost too much blood earlier, so the hospital nurse transfused 500cc of blood of the same type into him.

Now, when Young Master Li called back, he said he was fine.

This undoubtedly made Young Master Zhou and other playboys even more surprised. They clearly saw the black car driver directly stab Young Master Li with a fruit knife, and now the wound was not a problem at all.

It has to be said that this young man’s medical skills might really be impressive.

This made Young Master Zhou and the others start to take Ye Qiu seriously.

When the duty manager of the villa personally came over to warmly greet Young Master Zhou and the others, he was actually very grateful to Ye Qiu.

If Young Master Li had really died here, even though the villa has backing and connections, it wouldn’t be able to continue operating.

On this point, the duty manager just got off the phone with the real boss above him.

The boss instructed him to treat these playboys well, as well as the young man Ye Qiu.

"Dr. Ye, our boss just said that this meal is on him," the duty manager said.

The consumption here might be high, but what does that matter?

Ye Qiu didn’t say anything.

Young Master Zhou and the others asked the duty manager to bring more delicious food over.

Originally, these playboys were not very enthusiastic about Cao Long, and did not take him seriously before. But now it’s different; this young man invited by the Cao family is indeed different.

Soon, a freshly slaughtered and roasted Mongolian black mountain goat, cooked to a golden brown, was delivered.

It smelled delicious.

Ye Qiu and the others caught a whiff of the aroma.

Ye Qiu picked up the carving knife, cut off a leg of the roasted goat, and was about to hand it to Liu Lingxiu.

This goat leg weighs several pounds, and Liu Lingxiu might not be able to finish it herself.

"Ye Qiu, I can’t eat that much."

"Then share it with Xiaomai."

Cao Ling and Lin Xiang naturally watched this scene.

Ye Qiu still treats his girlfriend better, giving good food to her first.

When Ye Qiu cut off another leg of the goat and handed it to Cao Ling, Lin Xiang pouted even more, feeling inferior to Cao Ling.

A goat has four legs, and after cutting the remaining two, Ye Qiu finally handed one to Lin Xiang.

"You eat too!" Ye Qiu said, looking at Cao Long and Young Master Zhou and the others.

"Dr. Ye, we’re not in a rush; we’ll wait for the next batch to finish roasting."

Actually, they were a bit hungry, having just been hiking and only had morning tea before coming over, and now it was already afternoon.

Ye Qiu directly started eating the roasted goat leg with disposable gloves. The black goat’s meat quality here is indeed excellent, unlike those sheep with too fatty and soft meat, which aren’t good at all. This is the type to eat.

Plus, the seasoning and barbecue sauce here are excellent.

This black mountain goat originally weighed about forty or fifty pounds, and after roasting, there were only about a dozen pounds left. While Ye Qiu and the four women were eating, he seemed casual, while the four women appeared elegant, especially Cao Ling and Lin Xiang, who were strictly educated.

In contrast, Liu Lingxiu and Xiaomai ate slowly, trying not to make any noise while eating.

Not long after, when a roasted suckling pig came over, it was also golden and very fragrant.

"Do you want me to ask the chef to come over and help carve it?" the waitress said.

"No need, we’ll cut it ourselves," Ye Qiu replied.

Having the chef come over to carve it would be the same.

After all, Ye Qiu’s cooking skills aren’t inferior to those chefs.

"Lingshow, Xiaomai, do you want some?"

"Let Mr. Cao and the others eat."

Ye Qiu unwrapped the foil around the suckling pig, cut it into small pieces, and handed it to Cao Long and Young Master Zhou and then tasted it himself.

Now he understood why so many people like to eat at this place. It’s really about the chef’s skill level.

He’s seldom satisfied with chefs, and finding one just passable is already good; now this chef’s level is at least an eighty.

Then, the delicious foods from the villa kept coming over, almost twenty dishes altogether, and Ye Qiu and the others really couldn’t finish them.

At nearly four in the afternoon, just as Ye Qiu was about to finish his meal, suddenly a group of people walked in from outside.

Ye Qiu and Cao Ling looked up and saw that these were the women they had a conflict with earlier at the public restroom at the foot of the Badaling Great Wall.

Those women were so arrogant earlier because they knew some officials in the Capital City. They found those officials and led people here.

Ye Qiu glanced at them and didn’t pay any attention.

As for Young Master Zhou and the others, they just lowered their heads and tasted the red wine, unsure of what to make of it.

"Cousin, this is the guy who hit us over there earlier. Do you know how hard it was for us to come to the Capital City? And yet, we got beaten up by him just for going to the restroom!"

A middle-aged woman said to the man in uniform.

This middle-aged man in a suit seemed to be in his forties or fifties and appeared to work in the urban management bureau.

"Sir, did you just hit my friends?"

The middle-aged man asked.

"I hit them. What do you want to do about it?"

Ye Qiu responded coldly.

"Then please apologize immediately, or come with us to the police station."

"Ha ha, what authority do you have? What do you do?"

Without waiting for Ye Qiu to speak, Young Master Zhou directly asked.

Ever since Ye Qiu treated his arm, Young Master Zhou no longer underestimated him. He did not expect some middle-aged man to want to take Ye Qiu back to the police station.

In the Capital City, under the Emperor’s Rule, it’s hard to tell who holds higher official positions. Many times, a man biking or walking could very well be a minister.

The level of this minister is undoubtedly high.

Generally, for such reasons, in the Capital City, few officials dare to show off.

The middle-aged man was momentarily bewildered; he didn’t quite understand what the young man meant. Actually, upon seeing these young people, he was a little curious about their identities.

"Cousin, you’d better let them handle it. It hurt so much when he hit us earlier. I need a detailed check-up at the hospital, or if there’s any lasting impact, I can’t possibly fly back to the Capital City from miles away for treatment." When this woman finished speaking, the other middle-aged women around her echoed her sentiment.

"Sir, you better come with us to the police station." The middle-aged man repeated.

Ye Qiu still didn’t respond.

At this moment, Young Master Zhou’s friend, Young Master Zhu, stood up, took a bowl of soup, and splashed it in the direction of the middle-aged man and his group.