But there are only so many dishes, and if so many people buy them, there is no guarantee that everyone will be able to grab one.

The chefs, who had just harvested the last bit of potatoes, were now picking the vegetables they wanted in the back hills.

Mu Mingqian is no exception.

The cell phone in his pocket rang over and over again. He hung up, and the other party called again. He hung up, and the other party called again.

Mu Mingqian looked at the familiar phone number, resisted the urge to block it, and picked up the call.

"Chef Mu, we are from the production team of Peak Kitchen. We are calling to communicate with you and confirm the specific filming time of the program. We have scheduled it for the day after tomorrow. When can you expect to arrive? The production team will arrange a car to pick you up."

Mu Mingqian tried to negotiate: "I discussed this with you guys a few days ago. Can't we postpone it for a few days?"

"Chef Mu, it can be postponed, but all the staff are waiting." The other party said in a gentle voice.

Wow, this is just like “Don’t worry, everyone is waiting for you.”

Then, the other party reminded him politely: "Chef Mu, it's all written in the contract."

The compensation for breach of contract is a small matter, but everyone is waiting for the first sentence, so Mu Mingqian doesn't have the nerve to talk about postponing it for a few days.

A program is never just his thing, it is everyone’s thing together.

My selfish desire is just that I don’t want to leave Fuwang Farm. I want to stay here and cook for a few more days.

For chefs, cooking with such good raw materials is a natural enjoyment.

Moreover, after staying like this for a few days, Mu Mingqian felt an unprecedented peace of mind.

He looked up at the blue sky and white clouds above his head, listened to the birds singing not far away, and responded: "Okay, I'll give you an answer later."

He looked down at his apprentices who were excitedly picking vegetables in the vegetable garden, and followed the wild magpies jumping up and down in the melon field one by one, and announced mercilessly: "The Peak Kitchen production team called and said that the program will be recorded the day after tomorrow. We have to go back today."

The disciple who was holding a bunch of celery and smiling with his big white teeth bared his teeth. He looked at Mu Mingqian and asked, "Master, are you going back?"

Another one who was picking cilantro was burying his face in the cilantro and sniffing it madly. His expression of enjoyment froze, and he said with reluctance: "Master, can't you leave a few days later?"

He hasn't made the coriander omelet for his boss yet, which is his specialty.

As a coriander fanatic, he looked at the fragrant coriander all over the ground.

Mmm, I want to roll on it! Crawl! Howl! No, don't let me leave these cilantro!

"Yes, Master, can't we go tomorrow? The show will be recorded the day after tomorrow."

One day later is fine.

Mu Mingqian shook his head: "No, we're recording the show the day after tomorrow, so we have to prepare the ingredients tomorrow."

Mu Mingqian has no requirements for many things in life. People often complain that his home is just like the model room built by the developer, luxuriously decorated but devoid of any breath of life.

But the only thing that is different is his attitude towards food. He prepares all the ingredients in advance and makes sure they are fresh.

When he decided to join Peak Kitchen, he had already contacted his brother and asked for the freshest and best ingredients directly from the source.

He has to go and inspect the batch of goods tomorrow.

The disciples who heard the "bad news" were like eggplants hit by frost. (End of this chapter)