There’s no feast that doesn’t eventually end, and today it’s time for Wang Fan to bid farewell to Director Liu.

"Thank you very much for looking after us these past few days, we’ll be leaving tomorrow."

Although Director Liu felt a bit reluctant, he still smiled and said, "Boss Wang is different from any internet celebrity I know, you’ve become the first idol I want to follow."

Wang Fan replied, "This zoo is different from any other zoo I know, I hope you can keep it going and make it even better."

"Thank you for your kind words."

"Until we meet again."

Seeing the two of them leave carefreely, Director Liu hoped they could always remain so carefree.

Watching Wang Fan crouch down and carry Zhuo Qianqian on his back, he couldn’t help but think of his own wife and children.

It was time to go home and see them today as well.

As for today’s visitor numbers breaking 80,000, that could be a surprise to share with them.

Nanjing has a lot of fun places. As an ancient capital of six dynasties, it boasts countless luxurious scenic spots and monuments.

Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum, Presidential Mansion, Confucius Temple, Niu Shou Mountain, Qinhuai River, Great Bao’en Temple, and more — there are numerous famous tourist spots nationwide.

But Wang Fan chose not to go to those, instead opting for Yuhua Platform.

Yuhua Platform is best known for the Yuhua Martyrs Cemetery, one of the earliest and largest national martyrs’ cemeteries.

The Yuhua Martyrs Cemetery is massive, and while built with solemnity and grandeur, is also a marvel where every step offers a new scene.

Wang Fan and Zhuo Qianqian weren’t in the mood for sightseeing.

Entering from the north gate, you could see nine giant sculptures depicting moments of martyrdom.

The number nine isn’t due to the cemetery having only nine martyrs; there are 1,519 martyrs named here, and countless others who remain unnamed.

The structures within Yuhua Platform all hold special significance.

Built in 1989, the 42.3-meter-high martyrs’ monument commemorates the liberation of Nanjing on April 23, 1949.

In front of the monument stands a five-ton martyr sculpture with shackles in its hand, in front of which is an eternal flame, whose fire was taken from the summit of Mount Tai, a place Wang Fan had visited, symbolizing martyrs’ lives weighing heavier than Mount Tai.

As the two walked holding flowers to the eastern place of sacrifice, they discovered that many other people were there too, and the ground was already covered with flowers. What surprised them most was the presence of many pregnant women and children among the visitors.

The children weren’t putting on a mature demeanor like little adults; instead, they played and frolicked with childlike innocence in the park. Even when the staff saw this, they just smiled and didn’t try to intervene.

Meanwhile, the pregnant women were feeling their bellies and murmuring, "I must find if there’s anyone with the surname Zhao, hoping my baby can inherit your spirit."

"Anyone willing to leave can come into my belly and see the glorious Huaxia you’ve protected and built."

"Anyone willing to come is welcome, the more the merrier, I can raise you all."

Upon hearing these murmurs, Wang Fan and Zhuo Qianqian’s eyes somehow welled up a bit.

An older aunt with a face full of joy didn’t seem like she was there to mourn martyrs, but rather to give thanks.

"Thank you, brothers, for protecting my family’s child."

Later, after hearing a few aunts chatting, Wang Fan and Zhuo Qianqian found themselves torn between laughter and tears.

It turns out, a few days ago, that aunt’s grandson suddenly became listless, and the hospital couldn’t figure out what was wrong. A fortune teller said the child was frightened and needed thousands of yuan to dispel the unclean spirits.

The aunt was not amused upon hearing this; was she being taken for a gullible fool?

In this day and age, who still believes in dispelling unclean spirits through such means?

Without a second thought and ignoring her family’s objections, she took her grandson to the martyrs’ cemetery.

Unexpectedly, the next day the child was already lively and energetic, and he was among the children running around just now.

The aunt proudly proclaimed, "How could a human dispel unclean spirits? Compared to the brothers in the martyrs’ cemetery, anything strange must tuck its tail and flee!"

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After leaving the martyrs’ cemetery, the two hopped on a motorcycle and began to wander around.

Driving around aimlessly with the big RV was inconvenient, and since there was a space for a motorcycle on it, Wang Fan decided to buy one.

It’s undeniable that sometimes a motorcycle has advantages over a car, especially when his girlfriend is riding on the back. The fun of the stop-and-go experience is something you can’t fully grasp without trying it.

Nanjing has lots of delicious food, and the two of them dug in with open stomachs, mainly focusing on snacks.

There were potstickers Wang Fan had made before, old braised noodles from Gou’er Lane, sweet and cool tofu pudding, soup dumplings from Jinghua Soup Dumplings Store, Zhao Ming’s egg pancakes, dry bone ribs from Fuyuan Street, large wontons wrapped with salted egg yolk inside the meat filling...

The various snacks in Fuyuan Street all had unique flavors and a wide range of options. Every stall was doing brisk business, giving Wang Fan the feeling that while big restaurants might be hit or miss, snack stalls never disappoint.

While eating, his taste buds analyzed the other vendors’ ingredients and areas for improvement, quickly absorbing and integrating them into his own menu.

After eating their fill and returning to the RV, Wang Fan suddenly remembered that he seemed to have completed his task.

"Ding."

"Task completed."

"Task reward: Permanent access to ’Three Hundred Ways to Eat Duck.’"

"Special task completed."

"Task reward: Duck Blood Vermicelli Soup recipe (Golden Legend)."

Upon clicking the claim button, Wang Fan felt a shimmering recipe appear in his mind.

After automatically thinking, "Wow, a golden legend," he grabbed hold of the recipe.

This was the first golden level recipe he had ever received, so naturally, he was filled with curiosity.

"Cooking is like being a person. The dish reflects character. Cooking isn’t difficult; what’s challenging is understanding the essence of cooking, blending yourself into your dishes to create truly delicious food."

As soon as he read the first sentence, Wang Fan couldn’t help but suck in a breath of air.

Wow, could it be like those swordsmith masters who have to forge the sword with their own flesh and blood?

Does this mean he should jump into the pot to consecrate the soup when the duck blood vermicelli soup is almost ready?

He quickly turned the page, fearing the next page described 365 psychological states before jumping into the pot and 36 postures for the plunge.

Fortunately, it wasn’t that at all; instead, there was just one big word—Heart!

"Only food cooked with a true heart has the best taste."

Wang Fan nodded; it had the feel of a master chef.

Upon turning the next page, he found various ingredient measurements and methods that didn’t seem much different from some formulas he had seen in his mind.

However, all the methods had particularly strict time requirements, down to the second, which made Wang Fan frown a bit.

He understood that every ingredient is different, so their cooking times would naturally vary. How could anything be cooked by a single standard?

However, he decided to give it a try first.