"Who is that?" Chu Fang stroked his chin, gazing at the short man's retreating figure. "I can't remember."
During his four years of university, he couldn't even remember his classmates, let alone those who had already graduated.
It's quite strange, Chu Fang can clearly remember his junior high and high school classmates, but he can't remember his college classmates.
Since you can't remember, why bother yourself with this trouble?
He put it out of his mind.
Chu Fang then started selling his wolf tooth potatoes, but unfortunately, he had very few customers, mostly fellow villagers from the southwest region.
Even more regrettably, the bald man he chatted with yesterday set up his stall in a different location today.
The pressure of setting up a stall with Chu Fang was one thing, but the even greater pressure came from Zhong Tingyue's presence, causing the bald man immense heartache...
"That kid was playing dumb with me yesterday. He's got ulterior motives; I shouldn't befriend him!"
Chu Fang could only shrug at this: "Is it my fault I'm handsome?"
well!
As a handsome man, he endured a lot of criticism and strange looks...
“Brother Chu Fang.”
Hearing the shout, he came to his senses and saw Wenqing strolling through the night market with her parents.
"Why are you setting up a stall here?" Wenqing asked.
"Just playing around with it because I'm bored." He gave the same answer as always. "Want some wolf tooth potatoes? It's a specialty of Southwest China, and it's really delicious."
Upon seeing Wen Qing nod, Chu Fang prepared a plate of wolf-tooth potatoes. Wen Qing took a bite, and his expression became unusually complex and eye-catching.
With immense willpower, Wen Qing swallowed it down, then, meeting Chu Fang's expectant gaze, asked, "Is it good?"
Wen Qing hesitated for a few seconds: "It's a very special dish."
Wenqing's parents, who were standing nearby, also tasted it. They looked at each other, thinking that there was nothing more heartbreaking in the world than this.
Seeing Chu Fang's disappointed expression, Wen Qing changed the subject: "Brother Chu Fang, when is Rou Rou going back to Shanghai?"
"tomorrow."
Zhong Rou is already a sophomore in high school. Time is of the essence, and she has to make the most of every minute. Summer vacation will only last a few days before school starts again.
"Oh." Wenqing nodded. "Then we'll be going. We won't keep you from doing business."
“Take these wolf-tooth potatoes back with you, and you’ll find they’re a delicacy as you eat them… Hey, why are you running so fast? Wait for me.”
Wenqing and his family of three fled the place with lightning speed.
As night fell, Zhong Tingyue came to the night market again to help pack up the stalls and asked, "Mr. Chu, how's business?"
"Prosperous and thriving".
"I think it's a state of confusion."
Chu Fang said, "I swear, I will win."
Zhong Tingyue covered her lips; "Mr. Chu's oath that there is no punishment for breaking the law does not count as an oath."
"I will definitely win, or may the heavens strike with lightning..."
Rumble...
A loud bang echoed through the night sky, and Chu Fang shrank back, saying, "I'm not posting anymore, I'm not posting anymore."
... ...
The next day in the Central Plains.
Gao Ruoyun tidied up her daughter's clothes and daily necessities, saying as she did so, "Don't be so loud and boisterous all the time, acting like a man. You're a girl, so you need to be mindful of your manners and avoid arguing or having conflicts with your classmates."
"What if my classmate wants to argue with me?" Zhong Rou asked, munching on an apple and running around in her father's wheelchair.
"Bear with it."
"They endured it."
Gao Ruoyun glanced at her youngest daughter: "You just have to bear with it."
If my daughter can't control her temper, she can cause a huge uproar.
Zhong Ping remained calm and composed: "You can't say that..."
He suddenly felt a chill run down his spine and immediately said, "Your mother is right!"
"Tch!" Zhong Rou scoffed at her father.
Since Zhong Ping injured his leg, he has become even more afraid of his wife.
After Gao Ruoyun finished packing her little daughter's things, she told Zhong Ping to behave himself at home, and then took her little daughter to the provincial capital to catch a plane.
"Rou Rou".
"You left again?"
When will you come back?
“... ..."
Zhong Rou has exceptional social skills. She had few friends when she first returned home, but she quickly became close with her old friends and became the core of their group.
Before leaving, many of her friends came to see her off, reluctant to part.
Zhong Rou put her hands on her hips and said, "How can a real man linger in the arms of a woman? Why are you acting like such a child?"
One of the sisters said, "Rou Rou, why don't you take us to Shanghai? We also want to see the prosperity of a big city."
"Yes, I want to go to a star concert, go to a bar, and go clubbing."
Zhong Rou sternly asked, "Do you have money?"
“Your brother-in-law has money, let him give it to you, and then you can give it to us,” another sister said.
“Does he have money to hang out with me? Do I have money to hang out with you guys?” Zhong Rou spoke bluntly. “As a man, you should always rely on yourself, not on others.”
Several friends lowered their heads.
Zhong Rou got into the car, then waved goodbye. As the car drove out of their sight, they looked at each other and said, "We're not men, we're women."
... ...
Zhong Rou boarded the plane, took a nap, and arrived in Shanghai. Stepping off the plane, she spread her arms wide and exclaimed, "Shanghai, I, Zhong Rou, am back!"
"I, Zhong Rou, will conquer you and trample you under my feet."
Passerby: "... ..."
It's quite shocking to hear these words from a high school girl.
As Zhong Rou walked out of the airport, she saw Zhong Tingyue waiting for her at the exit. She rushed over and tugged at Zhong Tingyue's arm, saying, "Sister, I missed you so much."
Zhong Tingyue felt a pain in her chest, as if she had been hit by a train, and it took her a while to recover.
"Sister, are you going to die?"
"I will definitely take you with me before I die."
The two sisters then left the airport and headed towards the Tanhua residential area.
Inside the car, Zhong Rou crossed her legs and asked, "Sis, where's my brother-in-law?"
"To become an apprentice and learn a skill."
"ah?"
... ...
These past few days, Chu Fang's business has been very slow, with very few customers. With half the time already gone, he started to get anxious.
They spent all day researching and improving all sorts of wolf tooth potatoes—spicy, sour, and mixed flavors—but none of them sold.
Chu Fang preferred to admit that his cooking skills were inadequate rather than that it was the houttuynia cordata that caused the problem, so he specially went to consult a Sichuan cuisine master at a high-end hotel.
In the kitchen of the upscale hotel, many chefs, waiters, and the hotel manager stopped working and watched Chu Fang fry potatoes.
"Who is this manager?" a cook nudged the hotel manager's arm.
"I don't know," the hotel manager said in a low voice, "but he's very capable. Our boss personally instructed us to take good care of Mr. Chu and not to be negligent in the slightest."
"No, if he's a distinguished guest, why would he come to fry wolf tooth potatoes?"
The hotel manager thought for a moment and replied in a deep voice, "I'll think about it."
"think?"
“Yes,” the hotel manager said. “It is said that rich people have many quirks. Some like to smell car exhaust, some like to take advantage of others, and some like to cross-dress. This Mr. Chu probably likes fried potatoes.”
"Oh... ...the lives of rich people aren't all that great, huh?"
"Don't speak."
Chu Fang fried the wolf-tooth potatoes, then added his own secret seasoning and served them to the chef. The chef took a bite and a hesitant look appeared on his face.
Needless to say, he knew that his attempt had failed.
"Master..."
"Mr. Chu, you can just call me by my name," the chef said.
"Master, tell me, how can we add houttuynia cordata to wolf tooth potatoes, so that customers from other places can taste the fishy flavor, and still eat it and want to eat it again?"
Chef: "... ..."
Can you listen to what you're saying? Don't you feel any contradiction?
The reason why customers can't eat houttuynia cordata is because of its fishy smell. You have to make customers taste the fishy smell and also make them think it tastes good.
Don't you find it difficult?
The chef felt quite conflicted.
He has served as head chef for decades, receiving numerous honors and widespread acclaim. This is the first time he has encountered someone as stubborn as Chu Fang.
"Sigh!" Chu Fang sighed. "Never mind, I'll think of another way."
He pulled off his apron and said to the hotel manager, "I'm sorry to have bothered you today."
"No, it is our honor that Mr. Chu has come to the hotel."
The hotel staff escorted Chu Fang to the door. Once the car disappeared into the bustling traffic, they looked away, exchanging speechless glances.
... ...
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