I started by watching videos, and I chose 10,000 combat power.

The next morning, Luo Fei woke up in the bedroom of the new house.

Sunlight streamed in through the gaps in the curtains, landing warmly on his face.

He rolled over, triggering the system in his mind.

[Today's divine choice has been triggered.]

Option A: Receive one "future message" (details will be displayed after selection)

Option B: Obtain one "Ming Dynasty Antique" (blue and white porcelain vase, estimated value of approximately eight million Chinese Yuan).

Without hesitation, Luo Fei chose the future message.

[Future message: Three days later, at 4 PM, at Jiangcheng Railway Station, several terrorists disguised as passengers will break through security with machetes and storm the waiting hall to carry out indiscriminate attacks. They are strapped with homemade bombs, which will eventually detonate, causing hundreds of casualties. The incident stems from the fact that Longguo has captured a drug cartel leader at the border. His younger brother—the second-in-command of the drug cartel—planned this attack in an attempt to coerce Longguo into releasing his brother.]

Luo Fei suddenly sat up.

He lived in Jiangcheng for many years, and the Jiangcheng Railway Station has always been one of the places with the highest passenger flow.

Hundreds of people were injured or killed...

He quickly swiped his phone screen, found Zhou Mingyu's number, and dialed it directly.

The phone was answered after ringing twice.

"Little Luo?"

Zhou Mingyu's voice carried a hint of surprise. It was early in the morning, and Luo Fei rarely called him on his own initiative.

Without any further pleasantries, Luo Fei simply repeated the news about the future.

After listening, Zhou Mingyu remained silent for three seconds.

Is the news reliable?

Luo Fei said with certainty, "One hundred percent."

Zhou Mingyu didn't ask any more questions, only saying "I'll handle it right away" before hanging up the phone.

Luo Fei sat on the edge of the bed, holding his phone. After thinking for a moment, he dialed another number.

It was Yang Zhenguo, the commander of the Special Operations Brigade.

When the call connected, I could hear running chants coming from the other end; he must be on the training field.

"Brigade Commander, busy?"

Yang Zhenguo chuckled, "No rush, no rush, go ahead."

Luo Fei said, "My family is moving to a new house today, and we'd like to invite our relatives and neighbors for dinner tonight. Are you free? If it's convenient, please bring the political commissar and Chu Yue along to join in the fun."

Yang Zhenguo paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "Sure, I don't have any plans today. What time do we start?"

Luo Fei said, "Around five or six in the afternoon, just come at the right time."

Yang Zhenguo agreed, then asked, "Have you hired a cook? Should I take a few soldiers from the mess hall to help?"

Luo Fei thought about it and realized that he would have a hard time on his own. His parents needed to entertain guests and couldn't help much either.

"That's wonderful, thank you, Brigade Commander."

"Don't mention it, see you tonight."

After hanging up, Luo Fei called the class monitor. He learned that Su Wanqing's grandmother was critically ill and that she and her family were at the city hospital. Su Wanqing apologized to Luo Fei, and Luo Fei expressed his understanding.

After hanging up the phone, Luo Fei got up, washed up, and left the room.

Li Xiulan was already busy in the kitchen.

Luo Weidong was watering the flowers in the yard; the rose bushes he had just planted were looking exceptionally fresh and vibrant.

Luo Fei walked to the kitchen door and asked his mother, "Mom, how many people are we having dinner with tonight?"

Li Xiulan thought for a moment and started counting on her fingers.

She counted for over a minute and finally said, "About seven or eight tables. Because the booking was done in a hurry, many young people were out and couldn't come back, so most of the people who came were elderly people and children."

Luo Fei nodded: "Okay, I understand."

After finishing his porridge and eating a steamed bun, he said goodbye to his parents and drove off.

After driving out of the village, Luo Fei stopped the car in a secluded spot.

He stored the car in his ring, and then, with a thought, activated teleportation.

The next second, he was standing on the deck of the yacht in Lushi.

The yacht rested quietly in its berth, deserted, with a sea breeze carrying a faint salty smell.

He didn't linger. He walked to the parking lot, parked his car, and drove straight to the largest seafood market in Lushi City, following the navigation.

The market was bustling with noise, filled with the fishy smell of seafood and the shouts of vendors.

He found a stall that looked relatively clean. The stall owner was a middle-aged, plump woman who was busy cleaning fish, and the scales on her hands shimmered under the light.

"Boss, do you have a wide variety of seafood?"

The plump woman looked up at him and said, "There are plenty. What do you want?"

Luo Fei said, "I'm going to host a banquet, about seven or eight tables. I'll bring a little of everything, as long as it's fresh."

The fat woman's eyes lit up. She put down the knife in her hand and wiped her hands.

"Seven or eight tables? That's quite a lot."

She led Luo Fei around the stall, explaining in detail the prices and quality of various seafood.

Luo Fei doesn't know much about seafood.

"Give me twenty catties of shrimp, twenty sea bass, ten catties of scallops, fifty catties of oysters, ten catties of razor clams..."

The plump woman quickly calculated the bill and finally quoted a total price.

Luo Fei paid, and the fat woman helped him pack the seafood into several large styrofoam boxes and added ice to keep it fresh.

Luo Fei loaded the box into the car and closed the trunk.

Then he found a secluded corner and put all the seafood into his ring.

He then drove to another market and bought pork, beef, chicken, eggs, vegetables, and various seasonings—everything he could think of.

After buying his things, he found a secluded spot, put the car back into his ring, and then teleported back to the section of road outside the village.

I released the car and drove it home.

It was almost noon when I got home.

Li Xiulan was picking vegetables in the yard; they were freshly pulled greens from the ground, still carrying the fresh scent of the soil.

Luo Fei walked over, squatted down, and helped her pick them.

"Mom, I've prepared all the dishes for dinner, so don't worry about it. You and Dad can just focus on entertaining the guests."

Li Xiulan glanced at him: "Can you manage all this by yourself?"

Luo Fei smiled and said, "I've hired some help."

He didn't say who his helper was, for fear that his mother would ask him.

Around 2 PM, Luo Fei began preparations.

He took the ingredients out of the ring and piled them on the kitchen counter.

Then he took out twenty cases of Moutai liquor and neatly stacked them in the corner of the living room.

He also took out several large barrels of soybean oil, which was non-GMO and traditionally pressed, with a deep color and rich aroma.

Li Xiulan went into the kitchen to get something and was stunned when she saw the pile of wine and oil.

"Where did this wine come from? There's so much of it!"

Luo Fei said, "It was a gift from a friend, and it comes in handy today."

Li Xiulan walked over, picked up a bottle of Moutai and looked at it. She opened her mouth, but in the end, she didn't say anything.

Luo Fei drove to the county town again, bought dozens of plastic chairs and ten folding tables and had them delivered to his home. He also bought hundreds of sets of tableware, disposable tablecloths, paper cups, and so on, filling the trunk to the brim.

When he returned, he set up tables and chairs in the living room and yard, ten tables and eight chairs for each table.

We also prepared two extra tables, just in case.

Around 4 p.m., the cooks arrived.

A military green truck stopped at the village entrance, and five people got out. They were all dressed in civilian clothes, but their gait indicated they were soldiers.

The leader was a kind-looking man with a square face, dark skin, and a bright white smile.

He walked up to Luo Fei and instinctively wanted to salute, but then remembered that he was wearing civilian clothes, so he lowered his hand.

"Mr. Luo, we were sent by Brigade Commander Yang. You can just call me Lao Zhao. These four men behind us are from our mess hall."

Luo Fei shook hands with each of them and said, "Thank you all for your hard work."

Old Zhao waved his hand: "It's no trouble at all. The brigade commander said that I will follow your command tonight."

Luo Fei led them into the kitchen.

The five people's eyes lit up when they saw the mountain of ingredients piled up.

Old Zhao rolled up his sleeves, washed his hands, and began assigning tasks.

"Xiao Li is in charge of washing the vegetables, Xiao Zhang is in charge of cutting the meat, Xiao Wang is in charge of cleaning the fish, and Xiao Liu is in charge of assisting. I'll be in charge of cooking."

The group responded and immediately took their positions, and the kitchen quickly became busy.

Luo Fei stood by and watched for a while, then, realizing he couldn't get involved, went to the yard to continue tidying up the tables and chairs.

Around 5 o'clock, guests began to arrive one after another.

The first to arrive was Luo Yumei, who brought Zhao Lin with her.

As soon as Zhao Lin entered the door, she called out "Brother!" and ran over to tug at Luo Fei's sleeve, chattering about the interesting things that happened at school.

Luo Fei patted her head and said, "You've grown taller again."

Zhao Lin smiled, revealing two small tiger teeth.

Next came a neighbor from the village, Aunt Wang, who brought a basket of eggs, saying they were from her own chickens, and insisted that Luo Fei accept them.

Li Xiulan declined a few times, but eventually accepted it and took it to the kitchen.

Then came several distant relatives, including uncles, paternal uncles, and paternal aunts, all carrying large and small bags of gifts, some containing fruit, some milk, and others homemade pickled vegetables.

Luo Weidong greeted the guests warmly at the door, his smile never fading.

Yang Zhenguo arrived around 6:00.

He personally drove a black SUV, and three people got out of the car—himself, Political Commissar Zhang Qiming, and Chu Yue.

Chu Yue wasn't wearing her training uniform today. Instead, she wore a light blue shirt and dark trousers, and her hair was down, draped over her shoulders. She looked completely different from usual.

Yang Zhenguo was carrying two bottles of wine, Zhang Qiming was carrying a box of fruit, and Chu Yue was holding a bouquet of flowers.

Luo Fei went up to them, took the things they brought, and said with a smile, "You've come all this way, why bring gifts?"

Yang Zhenguo patted him on the shoulder: "Moving to a new house is a joyous occasion. What kind of talk is it to show up empty-handed?"

Chu Yue handed the bouquet of flowers to Luo Fei and whispered, "Congratulations."

Luo Fei took it; the fragrance was delicate—it was a lily.

He said "thank you" and placed the flowers on the coffee table in the living room.

As more and more guests arrived, the courtyard became bustling with activity.

The elderly sat chatting in chairs, while children chased and played in the yard, their laughter and shouts mingling together, creating a festive atmosphere like the Chinese New Year.

Luo Fei went to the kitchen and saw that the cooks were working up a sweat.

Old Zhao was cooking at the stove, the spatula flying as flames leaped high, and a fragrant aroma wafted through the air.

"Old Zhao, is it almost time to serve the food?"

Old Zhao glanced back and said, "Almost there, in twenty more minutes. Let's serve the cold dishes first."

Luo Fei nodded, turned around and went out to arrange for the dishes to be served.

He first had the cold dishes brought to the table.

The liquor was also laid out, two bottles of Moutai for each table.

A sharp-eyed customer spotted it and whispered, "This is Moutai, and it's even 20 years old."

Someone nearby chimed in, "This Xiao Fei is really going all out."

Luo Fei heard this, but just smiled and didn't say anything.

As darkness fell, the lights in the courtyard came on, casting a warm yellow glow on everyone's faces.

Luo Fei stood at the kitchen door, looking at the familiar faces in the yard, and felt an indescribable sense of peace welling up in his heart.

In the kitchen, Old Zhao shouted loudly, "The hot dishes are ready! Serve them!"