Chapter Fourteen Propaganda

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  Today's first update is here, brothers, please give me some votes! It feels great, so I'll collect them. The sun was high in the sky, and the clouds that usually floated around were nowhere to be seen. Without any obstruction, the sunlight rushed down to the earth like a rioter. The asphalt road soon softened under its intense heat, and the entire Lin City was enveloped in this scorching heat wave. However, on Mapu Mountain, these "rioters" were blocked by the thick tree leaves.

  It was already 12:10, and the smell of barbecue wafted around the Cold Spring. Tourists gathered in groups of three to five around the charcoal stoves provided by the farm, roasting their own caught fish or various meats provided by the farm. Some even ordered a whole sheep and asked the farm's master to come over and roast it on the spot.

  Zhao Zhuangzhuang circled around Chen Zhiyuan, muttering to himself in a tone that was not quite right: "How come it's still not ready, I'm starving!"

  Several old men also curiously surrounded Chen Zhiyuan to watch him treat the sheep.

  Chen Zhiyuan was brushing the sheep's wool while turning it over: "What's the hurry, that will delay a lot of time? Don't you have any snacks? Eat them and stop circling around me, I'm getting dizzy just watching!"

  Zhao Zhuangzhuang crouched on the ground, drawing circles with his finger: "I have to keep my stomach for eating mutton, those things are all junk food!"

  "Junk food? With so much effort, how much junk have you eaten?"

  Zhao Zhuang looked at the several oversized empty bags behind him and said disdainfully, "When people are starving to death, they will even eat feces, let alone this trash food!"

  Several old men felt a wave of nausea, this unlucky kid, it's time to eat quickly, you say such disgusting things.

  Just then Chen Lili ran over and said: "Not ready yet? I'm starving!"

  "Aren't you going to the hospital with Su Bingxuan? How did you come back so quickly?" Chen Zhīyuǎn asked while fiddling with the sheep.

  "Don't you want me to come back?" Su Bingxuan appeared beside Chen Zhiyuan without knowing when.

  Chen Zhiyuan was startled by this sudden remark and almost dropped the brush in his hand. "Y-you're okay?"

  "Do you wish I had something going on?" Su Bing Xuan's face was full of frost as she spoke, her cheek brushing against Chen Zhi Yuan who leaned in close.

  Magistrate Chen hastily retreated a few steps, swallowed hard and forced himself to calm down: "No, no big deal." Having done something wrong, Magistrate Chen felt guilty and his mind was filled with the image of those two bright red lips and that ivory-like white skin.

  Su Bingxuan was taken to the hospital, and after a full-body examination, although nothing was found, the doctor still asked her to observe for a day before saying anything. However, Su's young lady had made up her mind to return home, and Su's old man couldn't persuade his granddaughter, so he took her back again.

  Now that everyone is here, and after what just happened, the crowd is shouting that they are starving. At this time, the sheep is almost done, Chen Zhiyuan asks Zhao Zhuang and a few others to set up the tables, prepare the utensils, and start slicing the mutton into plates.

  Zhao Zhuangzhuang, this foodie couldn't wait any longer and didn't care about the heat. He started eating hastily, competing with the dog for food. The old men were also tempted by the aroma and joined in the feast, rolling up their sleeves. Among these people, only Su Bingxuan was a bit more refined, although she was also very hungry. She ate slowly, one small bite at a time, but her speed was a bit fast. While eating, she would occasionally glance at Chen Zhiyuan with a strange look in her eyes.

  Mr. Chen was stared at by her, afraid that this girl would go crazy and cut herself with a knife, so he didn't dare to eat at the table, and instead got a plate and squatted down to eat on the side. The aroma of Mr. Chen's secret roasted lamb was really too strong, and there were over a dozen tables around Cold Spring also roasting, but once they smelled this fragrance, they felt that their own food had lost all its flavor, like chewing wax. Several young people walked over and said: "Brother, how is your roasted lamb so fragrant?!" After speaking, they all swallowed their saliva.

  Mr. Chen wouldn't give up this opportunity to promote, so he started bragging again about the exclusive formula and how it's one of a kind in the country. Anyway, he exaggerated as usual, but his roasted lamb is indeed unique in the country, and its flavor is so good that it can make people swallow their tongues. Who let this be a culinary product recorded on the ancestral food therapy books for thousands of years? Although it's made with cheap ingredients, it's still not comparable to those dishes nowadays.

  A young man smelling the fragrance couldn't help but ask: "Big brother, can you sell me some to try?"

  They didn't even let Chen Zhiyuan finish speaking, those old men were not satisfied, shouting that they still weren't full, and that this could be sold to outsiders. Old Su was the president of the National Gourmet Association, and those old men were also famous food experts who had once been judges on a well-known cooking show. Some five-star hotels would invite these old men to taste their dishes, so you can imagine their influence. Only Chen Zhiyuan, this country bumpkin, didn't understand, treating these old men as if they were all gluttons and fools.

  If he knew that if just one of these old men casually mentioned his roasted lamb to someone, then his business would probably explode, Chen Da Guan Ren would absolutely not have this attitude of not putting those old men in his eyes, and would probably cry and beg to hug their thighs. This guy has always had no integrity when it comes to money.

  However, at this time, Chen Da Guan Ren obviously did not know these things and disdainfully muttered: "You're so petty, can a few old men like you finish eating such a big sheep? Be careful not to overeat and get pancreatitis and cholecystitis!"

  However, this sheep is also paid for by others, and Chen Da Guan Ren cannot make the decision, but he doesn't want to miss such a good opportunity for publicity. Thinking that there are still a few sheep in the car, he smiled and said: "This sheep was bought by these gentlemen, if they don't want to let it go, then forget it. But my skills not only can cure such delicious roasted sheep, but also roasted chicken, just brought a few, just free for everyone to taste!" After finishing speaking, Chen Da Guan Ren went to get the chickens without waiting for the reaction of those old men.

  The people around all smelled the aroma of the roasted lamb, and were tempted to no end. One by one, they stretched their necks to look over here, and heard that the young man was inviting everyone to taste the free roasted chicken. The lamb was roasted so fragrantly, and the chicken must be just as good, everyone thought, and immediately surrounded him.

  Magistrate Chen's face was as thick as a bulletproof vest, and he didn't flinch even when surrounded by hundreds of people. He quickly gathered the chickens and started roasting them on the grill.

  His roasted lamb attracted the attention of several old men, who had been all over the country and tasted all kinds of delicious food. But today, after eating this roasted lamb, they all thought that the delicious food they had eaten before was nothing but rubbish. Including Old Master Su, they all had the idea of pulling this young man into the catering industry. As long as they could get him to their hotel, not to mention the recipes he knew about the culinary world, just this roasted lamb alone would be enough to make their hotel develop globally. What's more, even a 7-star hotel in Dubai is nothing but rubbish, and no one dares to say no to a 10-star hotel.

  Around the cold spring, there were several tables of guests who had invited the farm's barbecue master to grill for them. At this time, all the guests ran away, and it was said that people in the same industry are sworn enemies. These few people looked at Chen Zhiyuan as if they were looking at an arch-nemesis. This kid obviously just ruined his own rice bowl. Even if your craftsmanship is good, you can't just pull customers away from my table while I'm working on it! How rude! Today, we must teach this ignorant kid a lesson!

  A stout cook with big ears, who was holding a pair of chopsticks in his hand and roasting chicken wings, walked over a few steps and said in a loud voice: "Little brother, which hotel are you from? Don't you know the rules of our trade?"