I'm the Culinary God-Chapter 749 - 333: The Pinker the Color, the Harder the Beat! What About Pink Lotus Root Stewed Pork Ribs? [Seeking Monthly Ticket]_2
Chen Yan was in the airport departure lounge, chatting with Wu Kexin.
"The air here is really good. Even the air inside the airport is fresher than in Beijing. No wonder they actually sell canned air from here."
Wu Kexin smiled and asked, "Director Chen, didn’t you buy a few cans of Hulun Great Prairie air?"
"No. Bringing a few empty cans back to Beijing just doesn’t seem like something a sane person would do."
While they were chatting, Chen Yan suddenly noticed a small red dot on her social media app’s moments feed. Her obsessive-compulsive tendency forced her to tap it open.
Then she got a taste of the ’dog food’ her cousin was serving up.
Flaunting their romance first thing in the morning—they truly have no sense of public decency.
She quickly typed back a reply:
"Yueyue, don’t let your foot odor suffocate your husband. If Daktarin is needed, it must be used."
After replying, she didn’t achieve that peculiar kind of self-consoling victory, like Ah Q. Instead, she felt that the fresh Hulun Great Prairie air was now tinged with jealousy.
BOO HOO HOO HOO... I want that kind of sweet love too!
「On the other side, at the Longqi Mountain Scenic Area in Yinzhou City.」
Chen Yuanyuan drove a four-wheeled utility vehicle, carrying Shen Guofu, Han Shuzhen, and their luggage, bumping along all the way from the cliffside hotel to the farmhouse restaurant at the foot of the mountain.
"Uncle Shen, Auntie Han, shall I load this luggage straight into the car?"
The rear door of the nearby Toyota Prado SUV was open; Lin Hongqi would soon be driving it to take the couple to the high-speed rail station.
Shen Guofu snatched the suitcase from Chen Yuanyuan’s hands, saying, "Yuanyuan, put that down and let me. While I’m here, how can I let a young lady like you do heavy work?"
The mountain morning was a bit chilly. Han Shuzhen clutched her shawl tighter and took Chen Yuanyuan’s hand, asking, "Yuanyuan, are you really not coming with us today?"
"Not today. Perhaps in a few days, after the National Day holiday rush subsides, I’ll head to Beijing. The scenic area is too busy right now; I can’t get away."
Seeing Chen Yuanyuan reminded Han Shuzhen of her own daughter and niece. But Yuanyuan was far more sensible—not only efficient but also diligent.
"Old Shen," Han Shuzhen sighed to her husband, "if our daughter were like Yuanyuan, wouldn’t that be wonderful?"
Whenever Han Shuzhen thought of her exasperating daughter, she felt a mix of amusement and annoyance.
Shen Guofu loaded the several suitcases into the vehicle, closed the door, and said to Chen Yuanyuan, "When you get to Beijing, you can pick either Lin Xu’s company or Chen Yan’s. If you want to experience the atmosphere of a publicly listed company, you can come to mine too."
The last time Lin Xu left, Chen Yuanyuan had thought about leaving Yinzhou to see the wider world. But back then, she was the only person at the ticket office and simply couldn’t leave.
Now that the scenic area was expanding and several new people had joined the ticket office, Yuanyuan’s desire to go to Beijing grew even stronger.
"Thank you, Uncle Shen."
"Thank me for what? We’re family. Saying ’thank you’ is too formal between us."
The three of them arrived at the restaurant, where breakfast was already prepared.
Chen Meijuan said with a smile, "The day Lin Xu and Yueyue went back, I made this same spread of dishes. It’s the same again today. I hope it suits your tastes."
Shen Guofu smiled and greeted the elderly matriarchs of the Chen and Lin families before saying, "We absolutely will! Ever since we arrived, everything has felt so familiar and welcoming. It’s as if I were a Yinzhou native in a past life, and this time I’m bringing my wife home to visit her folks."
Mrs. Lin chuckled. "Beijing folks certainly have a way with words! Shuzhen, when you get back, make sure Guofu eats less meat and more vegetables. As long as you’re all doing well, we old folks can rest easy."
"I will, Auntie. You take good care of yourselves too. When we’re not so busy, we’ll come back to visit you." 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂
In Yinzhou, the relatives were very cordial. Han Shuzhen felt that calling the two elderly women just ’Auntie’ was a bit too formal given their kindness, so she adopted a more affectionate term of address, one that conveyed a deeper sense of family. This pleased the two elders greatly.
After they were seated, Chen Meiliang also arrived.
Shen Guofu took a sip of his wild vegetable congee. "Once I’m back, the first tranche of funds will arrive within a week—it should be no less than fifty million. Second Brother, you can go ahead and get started. If you need me to arrange for anything, just let me know."
Chen Meiliang took a bite of a fried spring roll and said seriously, "I don’t need much before construction begins. Just have a good car with Beijing license plates shipped over."
Hearing the request for a good car, Chen Yuanyuan’s mother started to grumble, "Why are you always asking for things? Guofu asked you to help manage matters, and things haven’t even gotten off the ground yet you’re already making demands... Even the local militias before Liberation weren’t this grabby!"
Chen Meiliang chuckled. "There are quite a few people interested in that plot of land. A car with Beijing plates will make them unsure of our backing and discourage them from acting rashly..."
Before he could finish, Shen Guofu asked, "What about that G63 Lin Xu drove last time? He doesn’t use it anymore; it’s just sitting idle."
"That’ll do. Let’s go with that one."
The people here were busy. Plus, they subconsciously still saw Lin Xu and Shen Baobao as children, so no one brought up the matter of investing in the Horse Farm with them.
Naturally, Lin Xu and Shen Baobao didn’t reveal they had bought a house either.
They were both afraid that if they mentioned it, they’d be ordered to move into the villa.
Living in the villa would be nice, sure, but how could it compare to their own cozy little nest!
The two of them and a cat, a happy little family of three—just thinking about it felt perfect.
When Lin Xu and Shen Baobao—she of the infamous (and failed) ’husband assassination attempt’—arrived at the restaurant, Dou Wenjing, Zeng Xiaoqi, and Brother Feng, the legal advisor they’d met before, were already there. They were all heartily tucking into mutton soup and crispy pancakes.
