"Haha, I know I can't earn your trust right now, but that's okay, time will tell." Ye Xingchen laughed heartily, "Give me some time, and I'll prove myself to you."
"Do you know... who Liu Sanqing is?" Liu Qingmei bit her lip lightly. "Many experts have fallen at his hands, and you?"
"I look young, so I can't convince people, right?" Ye Xingchen said with a slight smile.
“Indeed, he looks too young to be trusted.” Liu Qingmei nodded slowly.
"It's alright, I'll prove my abilities. If I prove them to you, will you consider our cooperation?" Ye Xingchen smiled slightly.
"Cooperation? What do you want?" Liu Qingmei asked, raising her eyes.
"I need some support. I have no roots here," Ye Xingchen said slowly. "I need to do some big things, things that are related to the fate of the nation."
"So you're Superman, and you're going to save the Earth?" Liu Qingmei felt she had never been so speechless. Why did this guy's words seem to be getting more and more outrageous?
"Haha, that's about right, Miss Liu. I know that nothing I say now will be enough to convince you. So, give me some time and I'll prove myself." Ye Xingchen laughed heartily. "It's getting late. Go back and rest. We still need to cure the old man's illness tomorrow."
"You haven't told me what illness my grandfather has yet." Liu Qingmei glanced at Ye Xingchen: "The old man was competitive his whole life and never yielded to his enemies."
“If you tie his hands and feet this time, he will consider it a great disgrace. If you can’t cure him, you know what the consequences will be.”
"Thank you for reminding me. Don't worry, I'm confident in my ability to treat the old man's illness. As for what kind of illness it is, you'll find out tomorrow," Ye Xingchen said calmly.
"Okay, I'll wait for you." Liu Qingmei nodded gently. She felt that Ye Xingchen had an irresistible and convincing quality about him.
Before you knew it, it was dusk the next day.
In a vacant lot in the backyard of the Chang family, a local pig weighing more than 300 kilograms had been slaughtered and cleaned.
A well-known local braised pork master was invited over, and a large pot was already set up, containing half a cleaned pork belly.
The broth, the various spices used in the braised meat, and the unique aroma of the local pork filled the entire backyard with an intoxicating fragrance.
The elder slept for a whole day until Ye Xingchen woke him up when the aroma of pork wafted out.
Old Chang, who usually overeats, was starving all day. When he saw the fragrant pork simmering in the pot in front of him, he couldn't resist grabbing some.
"Old Chang, wait a moment." Ye Xingchen stopped him in time: "You have to be patient. If you break through now, all your efforts will be in vain. Remember, you only have one chance."
"You brat..." Old Chang gritted his teeth as he looked at the pot full of boiled pork. He angrily stretched out his hand: "Come on, let's start."
"Okay, the rope." Ye Xingchen got the rope and tied up Old Chang's hands and feet.
Then he placed a long bench and had Old Chang, whose hands and feet were bound, lie down on it. He then ordered his men to move the bench to the side of the pot, so that one end was facing the large pot.
The steam from the pot just reached this spot, and the intoxicating aroma immediately wafted over.
Old Chang was about to lose his temper, but remembering Ye Xingchen's instructions, he held back.
Besides, his hands are tied right now, so he can't even reach out to eat.
Ye Xingchen then had someone bring more wine. After opening the seal, he heated the wine directly over a fire, and the aroma of the wine filled the air.
Liu Qingmei looked at Ye Xingchen nervously, not understanding what he was trying to do.
After all, she had never heard of such a treatment method before. Even her Liu family, who were familiar with some of Liu Sanqing's magic, had never seen such a treatment method.
"Kid, are you done yet?" After a few minutes, Old Chang couldn't take it anymore.
His stomach was so hungry and thirsty that he could no longer bear it.
"Wait a little longer, it'll be ready soon," Ye Xingchen said calmly.
“Dad, just bear with it a little longer,” Chang Wentong said. “Listening to Mr. Ye is the right thing to do.”
The old man had no choice but to continue to endure it.
Just then, Ye Xingchen picked up a fork, speared a piece of meat, and placed it on the plate.
The meat was stewed until very tender, and the unique aroma of the local pork was irresistible.
"Hmm, not bad, this is good meat." Ye Xingchen chuckled and beckoned to Liu Qingmei and Liu Wentong, "Come on, cut a plate, let's have a few drinks."
The two looked at each other, wondering what Ye Xingchen was up to, but they had no choice but to do as he said.
The chef sliced two large plates of pork, sprinkled them with cilantro, chopped a plate of onions, and then brought out a jar of warmed wine and placed it on the table.
The three of them sat down at the table, picked up their chopsticks, and began to eat.
After a few bites of pork head meat, a piece of onion is served, and the feeling is indescribably wonderful.
"Good wine." After downing a glass of wine, Ye Xingchen felt a warm sensation in his stomach. The wine from Northeast China can be summed up in one word: strong.
Moreover, once it enters the stomach, the whole body feels warm. After all, the climate here is relatively far north, so sometimes you need these hot wines to warm your stomach.
"The local pork I ate when I was a child was especially fragrant. The pork nowadays is nothing like it." Chang Wentong picked up a piece of meat and said, "It's fragrant, chewy, and not dry at all."
“The pork nowadays is nothing like the pork of the past. They’re all fattened up with feed and slaughtered in three or four months at most. This local pig is a farm-raised pig that was born and raised here,” Ye Xingchen said. “The taste and texture are very different. It’s so fragrant.”
"It really is delicious." Liu Qingmei is a girl who pays special attention to maintaining her figure, but she still couldn't help eating a few more pieces of pork today.
"You guys... leave some for me," Old Chang said, somewhat annoyed. "Don't eat it all."
"Okay, Dad, there's plenty more. I'll give it all to you once you're better," Chang Wentong grinned.
Old Chang closed his eyes, trying hard not to think about the food, but the more he closed his eyes, the more uncomfortable his stomach felt.
The pork smelled so good that the aroma seemed to seep into his body through his pores, and he felt a churning in his stomach, as if his cravings were about to be unleashed.
Not to mention, those brats were not only eating, but they were also loudly discussing how delicious the meat was and how fragrant the wine was. This was worse for the old man than killing him.
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