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Upon entering the house, Old Zhou had already dealt with the three tied-up Ducks and was starting to pluck their feathers.
"Uncle Zhou, this is my friend Sun Lang; he also runs a restaurant in Sanya." After greeting Old Zhou, Shi Tian rolled up his sleeves and sat down beside the basin, preparing to work on the Ducks.
"He's also in the restaurant business? Does he cook Duck as well?" Hearing that another restaurateur had arrived, Old Zhou stood up enthusiastically.
After experiencing Shi Tian's culinary skills, Old Zhou's impression of restaurant owners had reached an all-time high. It seemed he needed to go out more often to explore the culinary delights of big cities. The same ingredients could yield vastly different flavors when prepared by skilled hands!
"He's not cooking Duck; he's frying chicken!"
Old Zhou's love for Duck was evident as he immediately began questioning Shi Tian about it. With his eating habits, Shi Tian figured that if he stayed here for a week, Old Zhou would have devoured all the Ducks he raised.
"Fried chicken? That sounds good too! Let's have a couple of drinks later! You two handle things here; I’ll step out for a bit!"
With that, Old Zhou grabbed some vegetables and exited through the back door. Shi Tian felt a jolt of excitement; it seemed they would be having more dishes tonight!
Shi Tian envied Old Zhou's lifestyle—fishing in front of the house and raising ducks in the back. Chickens and ducks were plentiful, and the fish were fat and plentiful.
"Xiao Tian, how could I fry chicken? It looks like he's going to kill one now. If I had to fry chicken, my highest standard would be just to cook it through!" He looked at Shi Tian with a bitter expression, regretting coming over for dinner when it seemed so complicated.
Sun Lang's restaurant was managed by Fang Zi, who had learned from Su Xueyi, and Su Xueyi was responsible for all the kitchen matters.
When it came to managing a restaurant, Sun Lang had some tricks up his sleeve, but once he entered the kitchen, he was completely clueless.
"Xiao Yu has her eye on this place. Stay here for a couple more days and get to know Old Zhou better. Go fishing with him and enjoy some meals. I'll handle the cooking; you just focus on eating!" Shi Tian said quietly after giving Sun Lang a light pat.
Renting Old Zhou's place wasn't an easy task; anyone would be tempted by his lifestyle. But as it was written in "Surrounding City," those inside wanted to get out while those outside wanted in. Moving Old Zhou to Sanya was unrealistic, but persuading him to part with this house would be much easier.
Before they could finish processing the Ducks, Old Zhou returned carrying a large rooster, its neck still dripping blood—clearly freshly killed and still warm.
"Uncle Zhou, tonight’s menu is quite extravagant! With all this meat, we won’t be able to finish it!" Shi Tian joked as he glanced at Old Zhou.
"If we can't finish it, no worries! Just put it in the fridge; I'll heat it up tomorrow!" Old Zhou inadvertently revealed his thoughts and quickly added, "Xiao Tian, do you know how many ways we can fry chicken here in Hunan?"
Old Zhou had confidence in Shi Tian's skills, but he hadn't yet tasted Sun Lang's cooking. He hesitated at the thought of being too harsh on the chickens he raised on the mountain.
If only Sun Lang could cook like Shi Tian! If they could slaughter three chickens and let Sun Lang prepare them, even if they had to reheat them later—though the flavor might suffer a bit—it would still be much better than what he could make himself.
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