"Uncle, Aunt, you eat first."
"Eat, eat, don't be shy. You'll feel right at home here."
Mr. Lin warmly picked up the basket of buns and placed it in front of Mr. Zhang, the branch secretary.
Party Secretary Zhang picked up a bun and blew on it forcefully.
Ji Chuan, who was standing next to him, was also invited to take one.
"Her dad, An'an, keep an eye on things. If it's not enough, go to the kitchen and get more."
“I’m going to check on the fields. Your Aunt Song Min and the others are really getting more and more outrageous.”
“I called them a long time ago to come back and prepare dinner, but they insisted on staying in the fields to work.”
"Mom, then hurry back!"
Lin Anshu was also surprised.
The people she hired were surprisingly reliable.
They were so dedicated that even when it was lunchtime, they stayed in the fields, working diligently and refusing to slack off.
"Okay." Lin's mother left in a hurry.
Sitting there, Party Secretary Zhang rolled his eyes thoughtfully before quickly focusing his attention back on the steamed bun in his hand.
One bite, and wow, this bun is absolutely delicious...
The freshness of the bamboo shoots, the savory aroma of the pork, and the spiciness of the scallions blend together to create an irresistible fragrance.
It's a meat bun, but it doesn't taste greasy at all.
The bamboo shoots inside also have a crisp and refreshing texture.
Moreover, the filling in these buns is so delicious!
Not a penny more, not a penny less, just right.
Little Zhang, the village secretary, accidentally ate three of them.
As for Ji Chuan sitting next to him, he... ate five.
I'm still not full.
cough.
If this were at his house, he'd show off at least three more.
Soon, the fried rice and stewed chicken soup that Ninth Master made were ready.
The aroma of the chicken soup is incredibly strong and irresistible, making everyone's mouth water.
Just then, Lin's mother invited back those who had been working in the fields.
After everyone washed their hands, they greeted Secretary Zhang, who was sitting there, and chatted with her.
Mr. Lin set up a large table next to them, and Mrs. Lin, who had washed her hands, went to serve everyone steamed buns and rice.
"Mom, go eat your steamed buns, I'll get them." Lin Anshu, who had already eaten three steamed buns, came over to help.
"No rush, let's eat together." Lin's mother glanced at her and her tone softened.
Raising a daughter is so great! She's so sensible and even knows how to help out.
If it were her son, he'd probably be sitting at the table like a king waiting for her.
Hmm, speaking of which, it seems like it's time to send that kid some money and food.
Okay, after we finish eating, I'll tell his dad to go to the county high school while they're buying the car and deliver Lin Anyu's living expenses.
After the rice, steamed buns, and chicken soup arrived, Ninth Master came out of the kitchen and asked.
"How was the meal? Was it alright? Was it too bland?"
"Ninth Master, it's so delicious, it smells so good I almost swallowed my tongue."
"Stop busying yourself and hurry up and get ready to come out for dinner with my great-aunt," Lin Anshu said.
"Delicious, so delicious! Ninth Master, you truly deserve to be called the village's treasure chef, you're amazing!" Village Secretary Zhang also praised.
"Yes, yes." Ji Chuan drank the chicken soup with satisfaction, nodding frantically.
This chicken soup was simply the best and most delicious chicken soup he had ever tasted in his life.
“A village treasure-level chef? Little Zhang, I can’t accept that title.” Ninth Master waved his hands repeatedly.
"Yes, of course you can!"
“If Ninth Master is second in cooking, no one in the village would dare to be first,” said a man squatting to the side, munching on a steamed bun.
"Yes, Ninth Master's cooking is really delicious. Every meal is both filling and satisfying."
"Exactly, I'm the first to agree that Ninth Master is a village treasure-level chef."
"Then I'll be second, hiss... my tongue."
"Haha, eat slowly, no one's going to take it from you, how come you still managed to bite your tongue?"
"Bite your tongue? You must have been overwhelmed by the smell of the steamed bun? Hahaha."
"..."
The villagers are not particular about etiquette and don't follow any rules about dining etiquette.
They ate and chatted, talking about the big and small things happening in the village.
When something funny happened, they all burst into laughter, laughing so hard that they dropped their chopsticks on the ground.
Some people don't like sitting down to eat; they insist on holding their bowls and squatting somewhere.
It was... noisy and bustling.
Ninth Master was also very happy.
As a chef, he felt incredibly proud to see so many people express their liking, satisfaction, and appreciation for his cooking.
When I was recuperating from illness, I was really idle.
But after being idle for a long time, it actually gets quite boring.
I always feel like something's missing deep down.
Now, he has finally figured it out.
It lacked a sense of satisfaction.
He'd been busy his whole life, and suddenly being put on hold left him feeling completely lost.
Now things are better; An'an needs him, and everyone needs him too.
He instantly felt his whole body filled with power.
Eating a steamed bun, drinking hot tea, listening to these people chat while basking in the sun—it's wonderful.
After the meal, those who had been asked to help all went home.
As Lin's mother said, we should still rest at noon.
I'll have more energy to work in the afternoon after I've had a good rest.
After eating and drinking his fill, Party Secretary Zhang got up and started helping to carry the bowls and clear the table.
"Hey, put it down, put it down, don't move, we'll take care of it."
"There's no reason to have guests come to your door to do your work."
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