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Xiao Feng had just returned from Cha Dong, and Old Zhou's shop was all set up. He wanted to invite Old Zhou to Sanya for some culinary training, but Old Zhou was too timid to come. I guessed it was because he was short on cash. Once Old Zhou finished his training, we would head down the Yangtze River to the south.
We were in need of more funds for yacht manufacturing, and staying in Sanya felt pointless as the weather grew hotter. Shi Tian wanted to experience the misty rain of Jiangnan, dreaming of becoming a Migratory Bird.
Xiao Feng's task was to bring Old Zhou over, while Shi Tian planned to train him in cooking before sending him back to run his shop. Old Zhou wouldn’t have to pay for the plane ticket, but he was proud and didn’t want to owe anyone a favor. Instead, he decided to hone his culinary skills on his own, aiming for self-improvement.
Shi Tian had never tasted Old Zhou's cooking. According to Sun Lang, Old Zhou's skills were decent, but they couldn't compare to the few dishes Shi Tian had mastered.
“Cha Dong? Sure! I’ll book the tickets right now, but you have to make me a pot of Sanjiang stew. The last one you made was the best I’ve ever had!” Hearing this, Cha Dong knew that Li Ziyu wouldn’t object.
She liked Cha Dong, probably influenced by Shen Congwen. The pure love depicted in Bian Cheng was beautiful, but its tragic ending left much to be desired.
“No problem! But I’m only responsible for cooking the fish; you have to catch them!” Watching Li Ziyu start searching for tickets, Shi Tian readily agreed.
“I’ll ask Uncle Zhou for help; one net should be enough for a pot!” Once the tickets were booked, Li Ziyu smiled with satisfaction.
Honestly, I was more eager to eat Uncle Zhou’s chickens and ducks. I wondered if any survived. If they did, I wouldn’t let this opportunity slip by; I had to make a stew!
Shi Tian had been thinking about Uncle Zhou’s poultry for quite some time. Those free-range chickens and ducks that roamed the mountains had the best flavor.
“That sounds great! I’ve been thinking about it for a while! Let’s skip meals and head straight to the airport; save room for Cha Dong’s food!” As soon as food was mentioned, Li Ziyu jumped up excitedly, practically itching to kill Cha Dong right then and there.
After locking the doors and windows, Small Pier carried bags of equipment into the hotel. This trip would last a while, and with the hotel dock about to start operations, Mini Air Force would be in the way if it stayed here any longer. We needed to hurry and send it off to Yacht Dock so we could aim to sail our own boat next time.
Xiao Feng sent a location pin, and as the taxi stopped in front of Old Zhou's shop, we saw him busy inside arranging tables and chairs.
“Boss, we’re here! Let’s order!” Entering the shop with equipment in hand and seeing Old Zhou’s back turned towards them made Shi Tian feel playful.
“It’s not open yet; come back in a few days!” Old Zhou replied casually without turning around.
He didn’t want to miss out on making money from this order; however, he needed to stick closely to the opening date Shi Tian had calculated. Opening early could jeopardize his plans with his Little Rich Wife.
But upon hearing their voices, he sensed something was off. Turning around, he saw Shi Tian and Li Ziyu standing at the door.
“What are you two doing here? Come in! I’ll treat you both to a feast!” Seeing Shi Tian made Old Zhou rush over to take what she was carrying; he dreamt every night of watching her cook.
Yesterday Xiao Feng had mentioned inviting him to Sanya, which tempted him a bit. However, he had emptied his savings for this shop and had no money left in his pockets. Even though Xiao Feng promised him round-trip tickets, he still couldn’t bring himself to accept that favor.
“Isn’t it because you’re missing your chickens and ducks? Just so you know, we haven’t even eaten breakfast yet for this meal!”
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