"Hey, Mr. Xia, I was just joking. Come and visit us when you have time! Your cooking skills are amazing, and I want to try more!"

Zhao Xiaoyang followed and shook his hand.

“I’ll go…”

Guan Yu was dumbfounded. He just wanted to hug Zhao Xiaoyang to celebrate, but now he wanted to cover his mouth.

Do you really think Xia Baoguo is a great chef?

Yang Wei also started coughing awkwardly.

Xia Baoguo smiled softly and said disapprovingly: "Okay, but it's too late today, let's do it another day!"

"I have to go back and check out the venue over at Xiaoguan later. They did a great job with this event, and I'm quite interested."

Fearing that Zhao Xiaoyang might say something wrong, Guan Yu quickly nodded and said, "Yes, yes, Teacher Xia, let's go first!"

This is not the first year of the Yunhai Food Festival. The previous ones were initiated by Guan Yu’s father.

The government also provides strong support. After all, Yunhai Natural Hot Spring is a tourist attraction of Hailing City.

Therefore, Hailing City’s Food Festival has become a popular commercial project in recent years.

Of course, the real attraction of this food festival is that many top domestic delicacies are present, as well as famous chefs.

What makes this festival different from ordinary food festivals is that it is of a higher level, with awards and generous prize money.

It’s no exaggeration to call it a food competition.

Having tasted the sweetness, Yunhai Group has expanded its business today, opening up to the whole country and even inviting several well-known gourmets from home and abroad.

Michelin columnist Yang Wei is a special guest judge that Guan Yu invited through his classmate relationship.

With the participation of Xia Baoguo, the value of this competition has naturally increased greatly!

…

At this time, the village chief Zhao Guozhong was squatting on the ridge of a field halfway up the mountain. Next to him was none other than Zhao Xiaoyang's second uncle Zhao Yuanzheng.

Zhao Yuanzheng was pushing Zhao Baotai's wheelchair.

"Master, would you like a cigarette?"

"Stop, stop smoking."

Just as Zhao Baotai was about to reach out to take it, Zhao Yuanzheng immediately became anxious and pointed at the old man's body and said, "Dad, your bones haven't healed yet. Don't cough or they will break again."

Zhao Baotai licked his lips greedily, but still withdrew his hand.

This man is old and really useless.

When they were young, if anyone in this group didn't smoke or drink, they would become the target of jokes.

However, in recent years, health preservation has become popular.

Zhao Baotai is not afraid of death, but he coughs when he smokes, and he really can't bear the broken ribs.

"Guozhong, what do you want to talk to me about?"

"Hey, sir, look at the cherry trees in our village, they are growing so well."

Zhao Guozhong rubbed his hands and said, "It's just that the market is not good. The price has been pushed down too much this year, so it's hard to sell!"

"yes!"

Zhao Baotai nodded. "Hey, forget about the cherries! Yuanzheng's apples are hard to sell."

“That’s right!”

Zhao Guozhong sighed, "Master, to be honest, my door threshold is almost broken. Many villagers have asked me to think of a solution, but it's a headache for me!"

“Ahem!”

Hearing this, Zhao Yuanzheng coughed and said, "Brother Guozhong, stop beating around the bush! Do you want me to talk to Xiaoyang and help you find a sales channel?"

Well……

Zhao Guozhong smiled flatteringly: "Brother Yuanzheng, you hit the nail on the head. I do have this idea."

Tsk.

Zhao Yuanzheng frowned: "Brother Guozhong, I know you mean well, but you also know how difficult it is to ask others for help these days."

"Xiaoyang has already helped the village so much. We owe him a favor for the tea, right?"

"Yes, yes, of course!"

Zhao Guozhong nodded quickly: "Everyone understands this, so I feel embarrassed to cause trouble to Xiaoyang. But..."

"Hey, it's all because of that bastard Zhao Si who brags around the village every day about how he has a good relationship with Xiaoyang and that Xiaoyang helps him sell goods."

"Then that idiot Liu Ming joined in, and they were practically praising Xiaoyang to the skies, making everyone else itchy."

"Plus, cherries really can't be banned, and everyone's worried. So after much thought, I came to see you, old man. Can you... come up with something?"

Hearing this, Zhao Baotai grinned and glanced at Zhao Guozhong.

"I was wondering, you rarely come to see me, but you suddenly came today. Do you really want me, an old man, to help you ask for this?"

"Hey, old man, everyone respects you. Whenever we encounter any troubles, we always look to you for advice!"

"Go away, you little brat, you've been cunning since you were little, don't try to fool me with that."

Zhao Baotai said he was disgusted, but he was actually very happy in his heart.

The older people get, the more they see things, but they still can't change their habit of liking flattery.

In addition, Zhao Guozhong grew up under his care, and he often traveled around with him and his elder brother Zhao Baoqing. In fact, this village chief has been worrying about the village over the years.

Considered competent.

Thinking of this, Zhao Baotai thought for a moment and said, "How about this? Let's invite Xiaoyang to our house for dinner tomorrow. I haven't been able to get up these past few days and haven't visited him. This is a good opportunity to see him."

"But if I ask him to do something..."

"Don't worry, Master, I understand!"

Zhao Guozhong suddenly perked up: "When we were selling tea, who in the village didn't get a share of the profits? Who didn't benefit from Xiaoyang's help? I don't know how to thank Xiaoyang. I definitely won't make things difficult for him."

"Okay, that's good!"

Zhao Baotai nodded: "I know Xiaoyang. If he knew the difficulties in the village, he would definitely be happy to help."

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