Before long, all the dishes were served.
Besides the abundance of skewers, the table was also laden with many Sichuan-style snacks.
Braised pig brain, wolf tooth potatoes, Sichuan-style ice jelly, brown sugar glutinous rice cake...
Just looking at it makes your mouth water.
"Zi'an, look, the food in Sichuan is served in small bowls. It's really exquisite."
Qin Zian nodded in approval.
Just then, Director Yuan grabbed a handful of skewers and shoveled the food onto a plate.
Then, Director Yuan handed the two plates filled with skewers to Qin Zian and Wang Jianye respectively.
Wang Jianye was also naive; he thanked them repeatedly and began to eat heartily.
Qin Zian looked up at Director Yuan, only to find that his gaze had become somewhat evasive.
Although Director Yuan didn't say anything, Qin Zi'an knew what he was feeling guilty about.
After all, due to high prices, the Sichuan Culture and Tourism Bureau is facing challenges from all sides.
Director Yuan removed the skewers from the menu, probably to avoid further controversy over prices.
Since Director Yuan had gone to such lengths, Qin Zi'an decided not to expose him.
After we've finished our rest, let's discuss the corresponding cultural and tourism strategies properly tomorrow.
Thinking of this, Qin Zian picked up a piece of fatty intestine and put it in his mouth.
"How about it? Our Sichuan-style skewers taste pretty good, right?"
"Delicious!" Wang Jianye gave a big thumbs up and said happily, "It tastes even better than the Sichuan skewers I had in Harbin. The authentic ones are just different."
Hearing Wang Jianye's praise, Director Yuan breathed a sigh of relief.
As he introduced the food on the table, he also picked up his chopsticks to eat something.
But before the chopsticks could even pick up any food, Director Yuan's hand trembled slightly.
"Director Yuan, I've heard that prices are quite high in Sichuan. How much is one skewer of these?"
Director Yuan coughed lightly and replied somewhat awkwardly, "One yuan."
"That's alright! It's not too expensive either. If I have time, I'll definitely come back to Sichuan for skewers again."
In Wang Jianye's view, the prices in Harbin are incomparable to those in other regions.
In Harbin, Sichuan-style skewers cost 50 cents each, while in Sichuan, a truly developed city, the price is only double, which is still acceptable.
Therefore, Wang Jianye ate with a clear conscience and ate heartily without a care in the world.
Qin Zi'an knew what Director Yuan was worried about, and didn't try anything to embarrass him.
However, the situation was different in the official live broadcast room of the Sichuan Culture and Tourism Bureau, where a huge discussion had already taken place in the comments section.
"Friends from other places, listen to my advice, we're not kidding about the prices in Sichuan. A skewer does cost one yuan, but you should know that one dish can be skewered many times."
"Why are you all turning away customers from Sichuan? Seriously though, how much would it cost to have a meal of skewers in your area? Fifty yuan per person shouldn't be a problem, right?"
"Fifty yuan? My dear friend from out of town, what are you talking about? That's only enough for the base of the hot pot. Oh, and there's also the table fee, the napkin fee... those need to be paid too."
"You guys don't think that Director Yuan was being considerate by buying skewers for Qin Zi'an and the others, do you? Old Deng is probably afraid that the prices in Sichuan will be exposed. His hands were trembling just now, he must be panicking."
"The eight hundred schemes I imagined at the government's internal dinner party have finally come to life, but why are all those schemes concentrated in Director Yuan? Those two in Harbin, get up and move along, don't just sit there eating."
"Why is Director Qin suddenly stopping his antics? I really want to see him get close enough for a big performance! Qin Zi'an, quickly pick up the chicken foot with ten skewers stuck in it and ask Director Yuan what crime the chicken foot committed to deserve such torture..."
Throughout the meal, Director Yuan was extremely nervous.
He barely ate anything, constantly adding food to Qin Zi'an and Wang Jianye's plates, all to keep the secret of the prices from being exposed.
However, even the most meticulous plans can have oversights...
Sure enough, Wang Jianye, that gluttonous girl, reached straight for the skewers and started looking for her favorite foods.
"Director Wang, what are you looking for?" Director Yuan asked, slightly nervously.
"I wanted to eat pork intestines, let's see if they're still left." Wang Jianye smiled and praised, "The pork intestines are cleaned so well, and they've been braised again. I'm practically a pork intestine brain."
Upon hearing Wang Jianye's answer, Director Yuan quickly joined the search.
Just then, Wang Jianye finally found the fatty intestines he had been longing for.
"No need to trouble yourself, I've already found it."
But when Wang Jianye grabbed the fatty intestine skewers, he suddenly froze for a moment, and a hint of surprise appeared on his smile.
Looking at the small, chubby intestine in his hand, now marked with countless arrows, Wang Jianye seemed to suddenly understand something.
Especially when he placed the skewer of fatty intestines on his small condiment dish, the cluster of skewers became even more conspicuous.
It's no exaggeration to say that the skewers were almost bigger than the pork intestines.
Wang Jianye pursed his lips as he slung the fatty intestines off the skewers, not forgetting to count them.
one two three……
Eight slips of paper?
There are eight skewers on one piece of pork intestine?!
So, this piece of pork intestine costs eight yuan?
Five pieces of pork intestines cost forty yuan, which is enough to buy a whole basin of pork intestines in Harbin.
Just then, Director Yuan thoughtfully scooped out the remaining fatty intestines from the pot and handed the plate to Wang Jianye.
Wang Jianye accepted the gift with a flattered expression, and thanked her repeatedly, feeling guilty.
He swallowed hard, and suddenly realized that the fatty intestines weren't so delicious after all.
Wang Jianye coughed lightly, looked at Qin Zian beside him, and asked softly, "Zian, would you like some?"
"What?"
"Hey, do you want some? I can't finish all of this," Wang Jianye said softly.
"Director Yuan, our Director Wang wants to ask you..." Qin Zian coughed lightly and said with a smile, "Eight skewers for one large intestine, is this why your Sichuan Culture and Tourism Bureau went to such lengths to attract this game?"
As soon as Qin Zian asked the question, the room fell silent, and everyone's face showed unease.
Wang Jianye, in particular, wished he could dig a hole and crawl into it, never wanting to face Director Yuan again in his life.
Qin Zian is such a mean-spirited person!
She just wanted to share some delicious pork intestines with him, but he pushed her into a fire pit instead.
Wang Jianye rubbed his forehead and smiled bitterly, but could only remain silent in the face of Director Yuan.
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