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Shi Tian was trending online, and a Chinese person picking up trash in Africa had gone viral, even catching the attention of domestic media. This situation left Shi Ye feeling overwhelmed.
When he picked up his phone to check, he saw Shi Tian wandering along the beach in shorts, dragging a tattered bag while collecting plastic bottles. It was embarrassing to see him making a spectacle of himself in Africa!
Although Shi Tian's bank card had been cut off, he certainly wasn't short on money. With online payments and the ten million left in the drawer of his room by Shi Ye, he could easily manage for half a month or even twenty days.
No matter how much chaos unfolded online, Shi Ye didn't care. However, if Yun Wan'er or Kang Ziyu saw this, it would be a different story. While Yun Wan'er might not mind Shi Tian going to Africa for some experience, seeing him picking up trash would likely prompt her to book a flight immediately.
Damn, Xiao Tian really knows how to adapt! Was he planning to be self-sufficient in Africa instead of relying on handouts? In the video, Air Force One's words slipped out.
Forget about not relying on handouts! He was living it up over there! After confronting Air Force One, Lu Ya pulled up the surveillance footage and showed it to Air Force One: Shi Tian was busy grilling skewers with Simba and Mu Sa.
Under the big tree in the yard, Shi Tian had set up a table where he sat sipping tea and playing on his phone, occasionally offering advice while Simba and Mu Sa worked on the large barbecue grill left behind by Alive and A Heng. He looked like a wealthy landlord enjoying his leisure time.
"Mu Sa, the meat is marinated; brush some oil on it and start grilling!" Shi Tian reminded him while continuing to scroll through his phone, learning Sri Siva Language.
Both Simba and Mu Sa were in awe of Shi Tian's culinary skills. For them, grilling meat simply meant putting it over fire and sprinkling some salt afterward for flavor. But with Shi Tian’s methods, even the same meat turned out to be on an entirely different level.
As the meat sizzled and filled the air with its aroma, the Dutchman next door began cursing under his breath. He knew that a light-hearted Chinese person had moved in next door recently. It was one thing for him to come over; it was another to cook delicious food every day that filled the yard with mouthwatering scents—yet he never got a chance to taste any of it. The torment was driving him crazy!
He rushed into his room and shut the door; although the scent disappeared inside, it lingered in his mind. The European was nearly going mad from hunger.
Grabbing two bottles of red wine and taking his bodyguard with him, he stepped outside and waved his hand for the bodyguard to knock on the door.
"What delicious food are you making? It smells amazing!" As soon as Simba opened the door, the European called out to Shi Tian in the yard.
When Shi Tian moved in, he had greeted him and even gifted him a bag of tea leaves, so they had exchanged pleasantries before. Now that he was bringing red wine over, this visit felt somewhat formal—a gesture of gratitude.
"Old Mo! Come in! No need to be so polite; you don’t need to bring gifts when visiting! I’ll treat you to some lamb later!" Seeing that it was a neighbor visiting, Shi Tian put away his phone and walked over to take the two bottles of wine from him.
The old man was Dutch; since his name was too long for Shi Tian to remember, he simply referred to him as Old Mo. After all, calling him by his Chinese name would probably be more understandable.
Once inside, he closed the door and poured Old Mo a cup of tea before they sat down under the tree. Noticing Old Mo’s eyes wandering toward the grill, Shi Tian smiled inwardly; he had to make sure Old Mo enjoyed himself.
After chatting casually for a bit, Shi Tian decided it was time to elevate their meal. He would personally cook a couple of dishes for Old Mo so that he could experience the charm of Chinese cuisine—and hopefully get some money out of him afterward!
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