Old Master Zhang is usually decisive, but this time, he hesitated to nod.
His brows were furrowed, as if he hadn't heard a sound, lost in thought...
After a short while, he slowly came to his senses, looked at the commanders standing in front of him, and made a decision: "Continue the all-out search and rescue of the elite team."
This decision had nothing to do with whether Zhang Jizhou was his grandson or not. Rather, it was because the elite squad was a highly skilled team that the country had invested a lot of money in, and the Northwest Military Region had invested a lot of effort and resources in training. It was a team that could shoulder heavy responsibilities in critical moments.
They will not give up so easily.
Perhaps at this moment, they are in Death Valley, fighting a desperate battle against death.
Those on the periphery should do everything possible to search for and rescue them; they might actually be able to offer some assistance.
In the southwest, a large amount of manpower and resources were invested, and every day they raced against time to enter Death Valley to search for Zhang Jizhou and his group. They were so busy that they didn't even have time to sleep.
In a small county town in the south, Fang Yan was also so busy that she had no time to sleep.
She knew nothing about what was happening with Zhang Jizhou. Anyway, she had made an appointment with him to come back before the Chinese New Year and they would deal with Zhang Laowu together.
After the New Year, she went to the Northwest with him again.
With this agreement in place, and considering that they weren't newlyweds deeply in love, and that making phone calls was inconvenient these days, as was writing letters?
Fang Yan really doesn't have that much time, so they probably won't contact each other again until Zhang Jizhou returns.
Therefore, Fang Yan never thought of calling him again. She simply missed the news from the Northwest and focused on her business.
Do you remember that young man who queued for ages but couldn't buy any braised meat, and then begged his loyal fans to share some with him, claiming he came from the next county?
That day, Fang Yan had almost sold all her braised food when he appeared again.
Accompanying him was a middle-aged man, about forty years old, wearing a Zhongshan suit.
"Boss lady, your business is still booming!" the young man greeted him warmly.
Fang Yan took a moment from her busy schedule to reply, "Thanks to the kindness of my fellow villagers who don't mind my cooking skills, business is doing alright."
"How dare you complain about my cooking? If our county weren't so far away, I would come here to buy braised food every day."
The young man wasn't joking. Last time he brought back some braised food, he managed to snag three pieces thanks to his quick thinking. The taste was so good, it almost made you swallow your tongue.
At that time, he thought it was a pity that the two counties were too far apart and he had to take someone else's tractor to get there; otherwise, he would definitely buy food every day.
The middle-aged man didn't say anything, but stood to the side, quietly observing Fang Yan, occasionally turning his head to look at the queue in front of the stall.
It's almost closing time, and there aren't many people left in line.
The main thing is that when Fang Yan estimated that there wouldn't be enough to sell, she asked Fang Jie to go to the back of the queue and persuade the people who wanted to queue to leave.
This is almost a daily routine.
While Fang Yan was busy, the middle-aged man craned his neck to peek into the large iron barrel.
He certainly wasn't looking to see how much braised food was left in the iron bucket.
Instead, he wanted to take the opportunity to check if there was any braising liquid in the iron bucket.
They all tried the braised food the young man brought back last time, and it was indeed very delicious.
He even had the restaurant's best chef try to figure out Fang Yan's braising sauce recipe from the taste of the braised dishes.
Oh, I forgot to mention, the middle-aged man is the owner of the biggest restaurant in the neighboring county.
His restaurant business was booming. He overheard someone mentioning that there was a street vendor in the county town who sold braised dishes that were more than ten times tastier than the braised meat at his restaurant.
The restaurant owner didn't believe it and originally wanted to buy it himself.
However, the night before I left last time, I got a stiff neck and couldn't stand the bumpy ride, so I asked the restaurant staff to buy it for me.
Eating the braised dishes that the employees had bought back, which were even reheated, the restaurant owner had to admit that the pork offal braised at Fang Yan's small, run-down stall was indeed much tastier than the pork ribs and neck meat from his big restaurants.
The restaurant owner poached a chef from out of town who had an exceptionally good tongue.
It is said that he can tell what ingredients are in any food he has eaten.
The restaurant owner then let him try Fang Yan's braised dishes, asking, "Can you taste her braising sauce recipe?"
The chef's palate was indeed very sharp; he actually managed to discern all of Fang Yan's braising spice recipe, except for the specific weights of each ingredient, from the samples.
However, no matter how he adjusted the weight of the braising ingredients these days, the taste of his braised dishes was still different from Fang Yan's.
They tried not a hundred times, but probably more than ninety times, and not a single one was successful.
Finally, the chef admitted that he was not as skilled as the others, saying, "Boss, I can guarantee that the braising ingredients are all there, but I am not as skilled as the others and cannot make the precise recipe."
The restaurant owner, who had originally intended to steal Fang Yan's braising sauce recipe discreetly, was forced to come to Fang Yan again.
He thought that no one had noticed him peeking into the big iron barrel.
But in fact, not only Fang Yan noticed it, but Fang Jie also saw it.
Ever since these two strange men appeared, Fang Jie felt that they were different from other customers, so he kept a close eye on them and naturally noticed the restaurant owner's actions.
"We're almost sold out. You've come too late. We only have enough for them today."
He thought the restaurant owner was checking how much braised food was left in the bucket, so he offered an explanation.
Fang Yan caught the restaurant owner's shrewd and calculating gaze, but she didn't believe he was checking how much braised food was left in the bucket.
She simply curled her lips slightly without saying anything.
The restaurant owner came to discuss business; he was asking for a favor.
They naturally had to stand aside and wait patiently while Fang Yan sold all the remaining braised food in the bucket.
Fortunately, it was the customers waiting to buy things, not the sellers waiting for customers to come in, so they didn't have to wait long. They saw Fang Yan put the last portion of braised food, along with two large spoonfuls of braising liquid, into the large bowl of the elderly woman at the end of the line, and kindly reminded her, "Grandma, if you can't finish it today, remember to boil the braising liquid again for a while tonight."
"Okay, you're such a good person, I love buying things from you." The old man smiled happily.
After the old woman had walked a short distance away, the young man approached her and said, "Madam, this is our boss. Could we find a place to sit down and talk?"
"What do you want to talk about?" Fang Yan asked indifferently.
The restaurant owner's peeping behavior just now really displeased her, so she was a little unhappy.
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