Chapter 2297 - 1914: Chicken Wings Ah

Chapter 2297: Chapter 1914: Chicken Wings Ah

Vice President Chen never expected that just after managing to snag a meal, he would be treated to a high-standard banquet that very evening.

Oh, how could he accept such hospitality?

He was brimming with confidence and ambition. He brought his tablet along, intending to demonstrate his skills to everyone before dinner—he wasn’t there just for a free meal!

Who knew that upon arriving at the Song Family’s, he would see Wu Lan in the courtyard asking Daoist Qingyun, "Daoist Master, can you have a drink?"

Daoist Qingyun replied modestly with a smile, "No need to prepare too much for this humble one, just a small glass will do."

"Oh, don’t say that, Daoist Qingyun, you’re a valued guest in our home! Drink as much as you like, we’ve got plenty."

If it were the past, they’d only dare offer one glass, but now it’s a special brew prepared by Boss Chang, less intoxicating and exceptionally tasty.

Saying this, Wu Lan didn’t feel guilty at all.

Even though up to now, she hadn’t understood what was so good about alcohol, since all the aficionados spoke highly of it, she gave it some praise too.

Just hoped the Daoist would spill some truths after drinking, like maybe how he viewed Lun Jing today, or if the kids had anything else they hadn’t told?

Honestly, raising these two unlucky children, such a headache.

She grumbled internally while outwardly exuding enthusiasm: ℴ

"We’ve also prepared some braised dishes tonight. Don’t worry, Daoist Master, I’ll keep the braised beef away from you so you can enjoy the braised pig ears, they’re crunchy and go well with drinks."

After her lengthy explanation, she regretfully added, "Since you can’t eat beef, tomorrow morning’s braised beef noodles are out for you too, right? Xiaochuan said he was making some kind of braised beef low-fat sandwich... Daoist Master, but you can’t have that, right?"

She touched her face, "Haven’t been doing much lately, put on a bit of weight. Lun Jing says this helps with weight loss, I find it really light and refreshing... It’s a pity you can’t try it, Daoist Master."

Daoist Qingyun’s smile gradually faded.

Weight loss? Sandwiches?

If he had known there was such a good thing, he could eat three sandwiches and resist the temptation of three bowls of rice!

And he wasn’t the only one; even Daoist Wuwei appeared quite tormented.

Being young and strong, moving around a lot every day, his appetite was even bigger than Daoist Qingyun’s.

But since the Master has put on weight, he hasn’t really slimmed down either.

At this moment, he could only mutter, "That sandwich, can it be made with another type of meat?"

Another type of meat, huh, braised pork?

Wu Lan had no clue about sandwiches, but Lun Chuan, who overheard, thought about it and replied, "The sandwich uses pumpkin toast, with potato mash, rice sausage, lettuce, baby corn, and egg inside, will that do?"

Daoist Qingyun nodded solemnly, "Good, thank you, faithful one. Tomorrow morning, I’ll have three."

Daoist Wuwei paused for a moment, "I... I should be able to eat four?"

After all, it’s low-fat, and sounds like it’d be easy to digest.

Lun Chuan: ...he just wanted to vary Tantan’s taste, not take over Seventh Uncle’s job.

But since things turned out this way, he could only call Qiaoqiao over, "I’ll teach you how to make it tomorrow, tonight we’ll bake the pumpkin toast first."

Qiaoqiao instantly perked up, this was something even Seventh Uncle couldn’t make, like fast food items!

"Sure!"

Then paused to ask, "Can we make fried chicken wings too?"

Lun Chuan: "...Chicken wings, we probably don’t have any at home. How many do you want to eat, just go catch a few chickens."

Beside him, Xiaoyang shivered, not knowing why, but even though it was a normal sentence, it sounded a bit like an emperor’s decree to him!

Wu Lan quickly added, "You want fried chicken wings, why didn’t you say so? Next time we butcher chickens, especially the batch for New Year, we’ll save the wings for you."

Qiaoqiao immediately felt contented again, but while feeling fulfilled, he didn’t forget his good friend, regretfully looking at Xiaoyang:

"Seventh Uncle taught me to make salted preserved chicken wings, they last a long time. Xiaoyang, we don’t butcher that many chickens at home, you won’t get any."

Xiaoyang suddenly started sharpening a knife, "Majesty, how many do you want? I’ll go kill and pluck them fresh, chop them right away!"

Vice President Chen, silently listening to all this, sat to the side holding his tablet, heartbroken.

Knowing Secretary Xiaozu was invited, Wu Lan even asked her, "Now that you’re dating, Xiaoqi is a part of us, right? Why didn’t you bring her along?"

Secretary Xiaozu looked serious, "Aunt, I’m here to discuss work—right, President Chen?"

Vice President Chen, as if rising from his deathbed illness, could not believe he still had a presence here! He hurriedly stepped forward and began explaining frantically with his tablet:

"Secretary Xiaozu, look, I consulted with Daoist Qingyun and Daoist Wuwei, and now the basic plan for the village is ready, here’s what it will look like in general."

Just for the sake of a meal, he was especially considerate.

This was the initial version, and after a couple more days here, he’d produce a four-season landscape overview. Spring, summer, autumn, and winter, each with their own unique features.

With this said, everyone gathered around. Wu Lan even commented to him:

"President Chen, with such a big matter at hand, why didn’t you say anything? You’re too shy."

The bashful President Chen hesitated for a moment before saying, "Tomorrow, I plan to cycle a bit further early in the morning to see how the environment transitions along the roadside when driving in, so I might miss breakfast..."

The sandwiches? Maybe they could pack a few for him too?

But who knew Wu Lan would quickly suggest, "I can’t get used to those foreign things. Tomorrow morning, Seventh Uncle isn’t having it either, he’s planning to make roujiamo! Would you like some?"

The buns were pre-smoked and stored in the freezer, tomorrow they’ll be roasted on the stove. Cut in half, and the braised meat will be chopped finely with some chopped green pepper—by the way, President Chen, do you want more fat or lean? Green pepper or no green pepper?"

President Chen completely forgot about the sandwich.

As a meat lover, a roujiamo dripping with flavorful juices soaking into the bun could blow any sandwich in the world out of the water!

"With green peppers! A mix of fat and lean!"

Wow, what a loud voice he had. Even Secretary Xiaozu looked up at him, and both Daoist Qingyun and Daoist Wuwei were thrown back into dilemma.

The sandwich is low-fat, but the roujiamo—is a roujiamo, after all!

Freshly made, crispy outside, tender inside, the juices nearly seeping through the greaseproof paper...

The Three Pure Ones above!

Daoist Qingyun immediately fished around in his wide sleeves and pulled out three copper coins:

Master Ancestors, whatever I eat tomorrow, I’ll offer it in advance!

"Ding ding clang."

The sound of the copper coins hitting the ground was particularly distinct, while Daoist Qingyun studied the signs, completely disregarding Wu Lan’s hopeful and hesitant expression behind him.

Contentedly putting the coins away, he said:

"Faithful one, the grandmaster’s teaching, tomorrow I’ll take two roujiamos and a sandwich. Could you prepare three plates for me? I’ll offer incense before eating them."

Everyone: ...