Zhou Yang transmigrated to a parallel world.
He also obtained a system called the 'Unconventional Gourmet'.
Thinking that having a system is better than not having one, he embra...
"What a bunch of useless trash, disgusting!"
Seeing their disheveled state, Zhou Yang spat and said disdainfully, "Don't mess with me next time, or I can't guarantee your hands and feet will be alright!"
"Yes, yes, yes, I'll avoid you from now on. Please let us go!"
Xu Shengnan and the thugs both begged for mercy.
Zhou Yang clapped his hands and got back into the car.
He started his car and drove off gracefully through the group of men groaning on the ground.
Inside the car, Xu Yao looked at Zhou Yang with a mixture of lingering fear, admiration, and a hint of worry.
"Zhou Yang, you...you beat them all up like that, the Xu family won't let this go, will they?"
Xu Yao asked in a low voice.
Zhou Yang drove with one hand, a hint of disdain on his lips.
"Don't worry, he's just a clown. He can't cause any trouble. If you dare to mess with me, you'd better be prepared to bear the consequences."
Putting everything else aside, the "Alternative Gourmet System" gave him the skill of picking flowers and leaves, which made his physical abilities far exceed those of ordinary people.
Even the best soldiers in the army might not be able to compare to him.
Even if he went to extremes and committed murder, Zhou Yang believed he still had the ability to escape; he just didn't want to break the law.
...
Four days later, Zhou Yang's stall was still packed with people.
"Boss, we're sold out of balut again today? It's so popular!"
"Yes, Mr. Zhou, your cooking is amazing! What delicious food are you planning to sell next week? Give us a hint!"
A regular customer asked with a hopeful look on his face.
Zhou Yang wiped his sweat and smiled mysteriously: "The dishes for next week will be a secret for now, but I guarantee they will be something new and exciting for everyone. Please look forward to it!"
After seeing off the last group of guests, Zhou Yang stretched and pondered in his mind.
This week's stall-setting task is successfully completed. When will I receive the reward...?
Just then, the system's familiar electronic voice echoed in my mind:
[Congratulations, host, on successfully completing this week's mission. The mission reward, a garden, has been sent to your account. Please check your account.]
[Ding! Please proceed to Chentian Mansion immediately to claim your exclusive garden!]
"Holy crap?!"
Zhou Yang's eyes widened suddenly, almost thinking he had misheard.
Chentian Mansion?
Isn't that the Ming Dynasty garden of over 30,000 square meters that Du Zhe mentioned before?
It still doesn't have an owner, and I never expected to be rewarded by the system!
Putting aside everything else, this garden has a rich historical background, and with its vast area, it could easily easily reach 10 billion yuan.
Moreover, this is only the apparent value. In reality, the most important thing to own this garden is status and background!
Zhou Yang's heart pounded wildly, and his face lit up with uncontrollable elation!
It's out! It's out!
Without saying a word, he packed up his stall, grabbed the clueless Xu Yao, and sped off towards Chentian Mansion.
"Zhou Yang, where are we going? Why are you being so secretive?"
Xu Yao asked curiously.
Zhou Yang grinned: "Go and receive a big guy! You'll see when you get there!"
Soon, the car stopped in front of the magnificent gate of Chentian Mansion.
The place is heavily guarded, and the security guards at the entrance all exude an extraordinary aura.
Xu Yao looked at the luxurious garden in front of her and became even more puzzled.
"Zhou Yang, why did you bring me here? We can't get in."
"Hehe, you'll find out soon enough."
Zhou Yang, however, remained calm, as if he were simply returning to his own home.
He walked straight to the huge, ornately carved wrought iron gate, large enough for two carriages to drive side by side, and calmly pressed the intercom button.
"Sizzle..."
After a slight static sound, there was no questioning from the intercom. Instead, the heavy iron door slowly opened to both sides with a low creaking sound.
An elderly man, dressed in an indigo-blue Tang suit with dark patterns, with gray hair that was neatly combed, a gaunt face, and exceptionally bright eyes, walked out of the door with steady steps.
His gaze swept across Zhou Yang's face, and his previously calm expression instantly turned into one of barely suppressed excitement. He quickly stepped forward and bowed deeply.
"Sir! You've finally returned! This old servant has been waiting for you for a long time!"
The old man's voice trembled slightly, and his eyes were filled with respect and eagerness as he looked at Zhou Yang, as if he were welcoming a long-lost master.
"Holy crap?!"
Zhou Yang was also slightly startled.
This system is awesome!
He thought he would have to prove something, but he didn't expect that they would go straight to the point and even arrange for a butler.
This service is absolutely top-notch!
He remained expressionless and nodded slightly: "Yes, I'm back."
Xu Yao watched in astonishment, her mouth slightly agape, almost big enough to fit an egg.
Sir? Old servant? This...this is a TV drama filming?
Who exactly is Zhou Yang?
She felt like her brain wasn't working properly.
"Sir, madam, please come with me."
The old man stepped aside to make way and gestured for the elderly man to proceed.
Zhou Yang, pulling Xu Yao who was still somewhat absent-minded, stepped into Chentian Mansion.
Upon entering the gate, the view suddenly opens up before you!
Pavilions and towers, carved beams and painted rafters, small bridges and flowing water, winding paths leading to secluded spots.
Exotic flowers and rare herbs vie for attention, while ancient trees reach for the sky, lush and verdant.
Every detail exudes a simple and elegant charm, and the air is filled with a faint fragrance of grass and trees and a sense of historical depth.
"Oh My God……"
Xu Yao couldn't help but let out a soft gasp. She felt as if she had traveled through time and space and found herself in a flowing scroll of a classical Ming Dynasty garden.
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