Before lifting the lid, she looked impatient, begging Ximei to stop blowing on it; after lifting the lid, she exclaimed, "This pig's head smells so good! Ximei truly lives up to her noble lineage!"
[From now on, if anyone dares to say that Xi Mei can't cook, netizens across the country will be the first to object.]
No wonder cameras aren't allowed to film the process of making braised pig's head; it's definitely a trade secret.
[Xi Mei offered the elaborate dishes that are usually served on New Year's Eve to the second-generation rich kids and fellow villagers present; it almost made me cry.]
[Emmm...I think the moment you open the lid, a dozen or so heads huddled together, staring intently at that golden pig's head, that scene would be hilarious!]
Jiang Hexi moved the pig's head closer, put on gloves, raised the knife, and looked at the people around the table, saying:
"I'll cut whatever you want to eat."
"Sister, I want the softest and most tender piece of meat from the pig's cheek."
With a single slice, oil sizzled out as she deftly cut off a large piece of pork cheek and placed it on a plate, which Yu Xiangwan then handed to Chu Yang.
Under everyone's envious gazes, Chu Yang dipped his finger in the sauce, took a bite of pork cheek, and said:
"The pork skin melts in your mouth, the lean meat is tender and chewy, and the dipping sauce is not greasy at all. It's really delicious."
Everyone present handed over their bowls, wanting to have a piece of pig's head meat to try.
The assistant director stood on the periphery, his mouth watering.
He had a slightly presumptuous thought: he wanted to get a share of the leftover pig's head meat.
At first, he counted the number of people present and thought they could eat at most half a pig's head. After half a pig's head was divided up, he thought that the remaining piece of pig's head meat would be good too.
In the end, he watched helplessly as these gluttons gnawed the entire pig's head down to the skeleton, leaving him with not a single scrap. Meanwhile, the dishes on the table remained untouched.
The assistant director became completely depressed.
The nanny cleared the table and took all the dishes and chopsticks into the kitchen to wash them.
After eating their fill, the group leaned back in their bamboo chairs, reclining comfortably and lazily without saying a word.
Grandma Xiang was still secretly drinking the jujube wine in her bowl, occasionally making slurping sounds.
Director Chen's voice broke the silence of the moment.
"In just half a month, it will be the annual Spring Festival. Before that, the program team wishes all guests and neighbors a happy Spring Festival in advance."
After he said this, everyone in the living room stared at him silently, as if they had a premonition of what he was about to say.
"The sorghum and corn in the fields have been harvested, the third phase of the ecological wetland park project has been completed, and all the New Year's goods orders for Canglang Village have been produced in batches. It's time to lay our cards on the table and settle the final accounts."
Director Chen took out a thick stack of bills and, as usual, asked them what they thought:
"Should we just read the final result, or check the ledger item by item?"
“Read them out one by one.”
Shen Yingyu sat up straight on the bamboo chair and, contrary to his usual behavior, insisted.
Director Chen shook the bill in his hand and read it aloud truthfully:
"To summarize the overall situation, your net assets are currently still negative 1,037,600."
"Secondly, there is the detailed accounting of various expenditures. This month's living expenses, water and electricity, and rent are 4,289 yuan. The cost of hiring labor is 5,600 yuan. The investment in the third phase of the ecological wetland park project is 489,743 yuan."
"Finally, here's a summary of the revenue: total revenue from sorghum was 735,628, total revenue from corn was 566,400, and the pre-order price for New Year's goods in Canglang Village was 156,300. Finally, after deducting the program team's investment share—"
He met everyone's gaze and asked, unusually gently, "Do you think it's a profit or a loss?"
The living room was unusually quiet. Finally, Chu Yang spoke up:
"Director, whatever the final outcome, we can accept it with equanimity."
Two thousand seven hundred and twenty-eight.
After announcing the result, Director Chen magically produced two letters from the bill in his hand, and said with great excitement:
"Congratulations, Jiang Hexi, you will be invited to attend the Agri-Food Conference and speak on stage as a representative."
Jiang Hexi pointed to herself, saying in disbelief, "Me?"
Director Chen nodded at her with absolute certainty, "It's you."
Jiang Hexi was pushed up from the bamboo chair by the people around her. Amid the cheers of the staff, she took the invitation from Director Chen. It felt like a dream, so unreal.
Director Chen sent a second letter and continued reading:
"Congratulations to the five chaebols for receiving an invitation from the Spring Festival Gala. You will be able to perform on the Spring Festival Gala stage and extend New Year's greetings to the people of the whole country."
Chu Yang jumped three feet high, excitedly grabbing Shen Yingyu's arm and hopping around on the ground.
A round of applause erupted around them, and everyone's joy reached its peak at that moment.
Director Chen didn't say "it's over," but everyone present understood that the farming reality show had come to a complete end.
He gathered all the guests and villagers for a group photo, and then called on all the staff to take a family photo together.
Viewers in the live stream expressed their reluctance to see it end in the comments section:
[So sudden! I was still engrossed in watching them eat braised pig's head, and suddenly the farming reality show is gone?]
【I don't care, I don't care about anything, if Director Chen doesn't start filming the third season of the farming reality show, I'm not done with him!】
[I'm begging for the third season of this variety show! I haven't had enough yet!]
[My darlings, look at the group photo! Yan Wang is openly holding Xi Mei's hand! Is this an official announcement? My dying heart has been revived!]
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