Qingtuo knew that Wenda had taken the blame for Weiluo, allowing Weiluo to go unpunished, and continued to frame Kelai Restaurant.

Enraged, he went straight to the detention center to find Wenda, wanting to yell at him to vent his anger.

The trial requires procedures, and the court has not yet formally sentenced Wenda, who is being held in the county detention center.

When Qingtuo applied for a prison visit, Wenda saw him and spoke with arrogance: "You've come to ask me for help? I gave you guys a chance to work for me, but you're so stubborn. You brought this on yourself."

Wenda crossed his arms and glanced sideways at Qingtuo: "I'm now a great contributor to Boss Wei. Considering we've been colleagues, I can lend you a hand."

Seeing that Wenda was kept in the dark, Qingtuo's anger turned into pity, and he said sympathetically, "You've been deceived."

Wenda scoffed: "Don't try to fool me."

Qingtuo: "Those who chose to be with you back then have all been fired. Today, Wei Luo poisoned the Ke Lai Restaurant again and has been arrested."

Wenda covered his face and let out a few fake sobs: "You just want to see me get fooled, don't you?"

He lowered his hand and gave a bright smile: "Haha, I won't be fooled by you."

Qingtuo's eyes showed even more pity. After more than ten years of getting along, Wenda realized something was wrong and his smile froze: "You...you're telling the truth?"

"Call and ask yourself."

Wenda was skeptical and applied to call Wei Luo's lawyer.

The other party had previously promised to help him reduce his sentence, and that he would receive a generous reward after the matter was settled.

Unexpectedly, the lawyer answered the phone and refused without hesitation: "Help you? What a joke! Wei Luo himself is in jail, and he didn't even give me the promise he made. What bad luck! Beep beep beep..."

The phone receiver was busy.

Wenda was struck dumb, still gripping the receiver tightly, completely stunned, unable to recover for a long time.

The knuckles of my hands gripped the receiver so tightly they turned white.

It wasn't until the jailer urged him that he realized what was happening and shouted at the jailer, "I want to report this! I'm innocent! I'm taking the blame for someone else!"

Ji Zhidao said, "Wei Luo found someone to take the blame and poisoned people multiple times. The person he poisoned is still lying in a hospital bed. With multiple crimes combined, Wei Luo will not be released for at least twenty years."

He added, "My boss called me today and I told him about it. He said he had already spoken to his superiors, so even if Wei Luo loses all his savings, it won't work."

Zhang Fan said calmly, "Tell Zhao Lin that there's a 70% chance of getting the antidote, and tell him to prepare the money."

Ji Zhi was pleasantly surprised and agreed, his admiration and gratitude for Zhang Fan growing even stronger.

Zhang Fan fell into thought, realizing that having power and money really makes things easier.

Zhang Fan couldn't wait to make money, and when the time came, he would definitely make the rich second-generation heir who bullied him regret what he had done.

Upon returning to Zhangjiapo, Zhang Fan found that the villagers were all gathered under the big locust tree.

The moment they saw him walk in, everyone hesitated, as if they wanted to say something but couldn't.

Zhang Youde beckoned to the two men: "Zhang Fan, Mr. Ji, come here quickly."

Just as Zhang Fan and Ji Zhigang reached Zhang Youde's side, a loud clanging sound of gongs suddenly rang out behind them.

Zhang Youde took out a certificate and held it high: "This is the 'Firefighting Hero' certificate issued to us by the fire department. It is our honor."

"This award is mainly due to the cooperation between Mr. Ji Zhi and Zhang Fan... Let's give them a round of applause!"

The applause rose and fell like waves, one after another, and continued for a long time.

Looking at the beaming faces, Zhang Fan couldn't help but grin and join in the applause.

Zhang Youde's eyes narrowed into slits with a smile. He pressed his hand down, and the villagers understood and stopped clapping. "There's also a 2,000 yuan reward this time. I took the liberty of using the 2,000 yuan to buy some food. It's the specialty dishes from the best restaurant in the county—Kelai Restaurant—so everyone can have a taste!"

Zhang Fan and Ji Zhi exchanged a glance, then looked away without saying a word.

A burst of applause erupted again, followed by a tidal wave of cheers. The crowd was in a frenzy, and the applause continued for a long time, echoing across the open space in Dingjiapo village.

"I heard that the richest man, Zhao Lin, ate at the Kelai Restaurant twice."

"Some people say that after Zhao Lin ate something there, his strange illness was cured."

"Then I'll eat more later, and I'll try today's dishes."

Prices at restaurants in the county town are high; two thousand yuan can't buy many dishes. Zhang Youde only bought a few cheap local specialties: braised pork with preserved mustard greens and braised pork belly.

These are all fatty foods that rural people like.

Although the menu is limited, it ensures that every table has food, and the remaining dishes are prepared by the staff.

In order to have enough to eat, people bought all the kimchi at the Kelai Restaurant to eat with their rice.

As soon as the two dishes were served, they were all picked clean, not even a single piece of preserved mustard greens was left.

The plate was licked clean by the child: "Mommy, this meat is so delicious, I want to eat more."

"Dad, can you earn some money and buy me this preserved vegetable?"

The child, in a tender voice, made his wish and gave high praise to the food at Kelai Restaurant.

After eating the food at Kelai Restaurant, I suddenly realized that what used to taste delicious now tastes bland.

Fortunately, the restaurant had plenty of kimchi, and everyone ate it with gusto, making it impossible to eat the other dishes.

"As expected of Ke Lai Restaurant, even the kimchi is so delicious."

"I wonder if kimchi is expensive. I hope I can have kimchi from Ke Lai Restaurant tomorrow."

Zhang Youde picked up a piece of pickled radish, put it in his mouth, and chewed it with a crunching sound. He couldn't help but say, "Want to eat this? That's easy."

Upon hearing that there was hope, someone quickly asked, "Village Chief, the waiters at Kelai Restaurant said that all the kimchi is sold out, and they're afraid they won't be able to supply it in the short term. What do you think we can do?"

Zhang Youde put down his chopsticks and pointed to an inconspicuous pickle jar in the corner of his house: "Try finding the pickles in that jar."

“Village chief, we’re not trying to criticize you, but I’ve had your kimchi before, and it’s very different from this.”

Zhang Youde: "You'll know once you eat it."

The man took out clean chopsticks, picked up a piece, and put it in his mouth. The perfectly balanced sweet and sour kimchi exploded on his tongue, and his pupils suddenly dilated.

tasty!

So delicious!

It's so delicious!

He couldn't resist reaching for his chopsticks again, but a hand stopped him: "If you want to eat, go buy some from Li Chunyan."

"This... the kimchi that Li Chunyan makes tastes exactly the same as the one from Kelai Restaurant!"

The man looked surprised and ran straight to Li Chunyan: "Sister Chunyan, how much is a jar of kimchi?"

His face was anxious, and his eyes were filled with longing.

Those nearby couldn't resist their curiosity and also picked up a piece with their chopsticks, their eyes shining with delight at how delicious it was.

Li Chunyan was stunned for a moment, but quickly realized what she meant and said the truth: "Two hundred yuan a jar."

The man's eyes lit up: "Give me two jars!"

"I want two jars too!" the people who had tasted the kimchi exclaimed.

A group of people surrounded Li Chunyan, all waiting for her to give them a definite answer.

Li Chunyan said with difficulty, "It's not possible for now, these kimchi have already been pre-ordered."

Who made the reservation?