Su Qingci had no idea how big a mess she had made, nor did she know that Brother Long and his gang hated her to the core.

She was standing under a tree in front of a farmhouse in Dongcheng, holding a basket and looking up at Song Jingzhou picking yellow-skinned fruit in the tree.

"Bring glory to your ancestors! The ones you harvest are all green, but the ones you shake down are ripe."

"The green ones will turn yellow after a few days. If you like them, we can take them with us."

"I don't want it, I want the yellow one."

"Okay, okay, I'll shake it, I'll shake it."

Song Jingzhou threw down the bamboo pole in his hand, grabbed a tree branch, and started shaking it.

The ripe wampee fruits fell to the ground with a rustling sound.

This wampee tree is three or four meters tall, and it's a wild variety.

It tastes more sour than sweet, and doesn't taste as good as the grafted varieties from later generations.

Su Qingci tried it, and perhaps because it was new, she thought it tasted pretty good.

Seeing that she liked it, Song Jingzhou greeted the host and then climbed up the tree.

Aunt Liu, busy in the kitchen, deftly plucked the chicken feathers, her gaze drifting through the kitchen doorway to Su Qingci outside.

"Master, those two guests look very wealthy."

Liu Datou paused in washing the pot. "Let's just focus on doing our own thing and not worry about the rest."

Aunt Liu lowered her head, seemingly lost in thought, and soon sighed.

"The guests are very generous; they give two catties of fine grains for each meal they cook."

"I remember your specialty dish was that royal secret recipe donkey meat."

"We still have a piece of excellent donkey meat hidden in our house."

"Master, should we ask the guests...?"

...

That evening, Su Qingci finally got to eat the "Farewell My Concubine" that Song Jingzhou praised highly.

The aroma of the wild soft-shelled turtle weighing over a pound and the old hen weighing over three pounds was already irresistible to Su Qingci even before the dish was served.

Song Jingzhou's smile never faded as he looked at Su Qingci's greedy expression.

As soon as the host brought the bowl up, he quickly put a chicken leg on Su Qingci's plate.

"Come on, come on, eat up!"

Su Qingci didn't stand on ceremony and took a big bite out of the small chicken leg, leaving half of it untouched.

Its color is enticing, and its taste is exceptionally fresh and fragrant, with a harmonious blend of flavors that don't clash. The meat is tender yet chewy.

"It's so delicious, so incredibly delicious!"

Su Qingci spoke up when she saw Song Jingzhou constantly putting food on her plate.

"It brings honor to our ancestors, you should eat too, um, it's really, really delicious."

Song Jingzhou looked at her with doting eyes, happier watching her eat than eating himself.

"Go ahead and eat, I've had this before."

"Besides, I said I'd take you out for a good meal, so you should eat your fill first."

"The rest is being eaten by my brother."

The Liu couple huddled by the door frame and secretly watched for a while.

"Honey, it's obvious the young man likes that girl and is trying to please her."

"They don't seem to be short of money, should we ask them?"

"If you're too embarrassed, I'll ask you myself."

After eating voraciously for five or six minutes, Su Qingci finally slowed down.

Seeing that Song Jingzhou hadn't touched his chopsticks, she felt a little embarrassed and quickly put two chopsticks on his plate.

Song Jingzhou was so happy that he developed wrinkles around his eyes at such a young age.

As the meal progressed, the two of them loosened their belts and managed to finish the entire large bowl of Farewell My Concubine.

Before leaving, Song Jingzhou was pulled aside by Liu Datou to promote the Imperial Donkey Meat King.

In the culinary world, there is a saying: "Dragon meat in the sky, donkey meat on the ground."

Upon hearing that it would cost over a hundred kilograms of grain, Song Jingzhou's face turned cold.

So, is he a big spender? Although he certainly is.

But it sounds like it requires all sorts of herbs and takes a lot of time and effort to make, and the other party is offering three pounds of top-quality donkey meat.

Eating it would also have the benefits of replenishing qi and blood, nourishing yin and strengthening yang, and treating impotence. Song Jingzhou immediately nodded in agreement.

He'll be 25 in two years, so he needs to catch up on his studies early.

The little one looks malnourished and won't grow, so he needs some extra nutrition.

It's just a hundred catties of grain; it's not like he can't afford to give it to us.

Song Jingzhou looked at the person not far away who was holding her belly. As long as she was happy eating, the money was well spent.

They immediately took out some money and food coupons as a deposit and arranged to come and eat a few days later.

The two pushed their bicycles back as if taking a stroll, as if to digest their food.

"Have you had a good day?"

"happy."

"Are you tired? Do you still want to shop?"

"I'm tired, I'm full, and I want to sleep."

"Shall we go straight to the North City Guesthouse?"

"I'll take you to the city to play tomorrow."

What are some fun things to do in the city?

"There are so many fun things to do. The city is crowded with people and has many large factories, such as cable factories, shoe factories, wineries, chicken farms, and pig farms."

Su Qingci, who had been listless from playing, suddenly perked up.

"Pig farms and chicken farms too?"

"That's right. The countryside can be self-sufficient. There aren't any dedicated farms for raising livestock. What would people in the city eat?"

"To bring honor to my ancestors, I want to visit chicken farms and pig farms."

"Hey, what are you thinking, you're a girl?"

"When people hear they're going to a big city, the first thing they think of is shopping and visiting factories. Why do you want to see chicken and pig farms?"

"You're not thinking of stealing chickens or pigs, are you?"

Su Qingci rolled her eyes. "You're the one who steals pigs and chickens."

She just wants to change, okay?

To be honest, I'm used to eating the local pork from this era.

Eating the pork from the feed-fed pigs on her farm was an absolute ripple.

The crucial point is that even if she had money and tickets, she might not be able to buy meat at that time.

When Song Jingzhou mentioned that there were chicken farms and pig farms in the city, she became interested.

She doesn't take advantage of others; she exchanges.

After a long day of fun, the two of them were exhausted. They went to the guesthouse, got their letters of introduction, booked two rooms, quickly washed up, and went straight to sleep.

The next day, Song Jingzhou didn't wake up until the sun was high in the sky.

The two went to a state-run restaurant, ate a bowl of wontons, and then headed straight for the city.