After returning to the village, start chasing the mountain from binding Emei

Chapter 21 Super delicious, so tasty!
"But I always feel something is wrong."

Song Ping's anxiety did not diminish despite Chen Yang's comfort.

He took out his no-name brand cell phone and dialed Song Daneng's number again, but it still said that the number was out of service area.

"Brother Yang, can you lend me your drone?"

"Go ahead. It's on the desk in my room."

Chen Yang didn't want to create more anxiety for him, but he didn't realize that anything was wrong.

The moment the drone was taken out, Huang Ying and Zhang Yanan's eyes focused on it.

This drone looks so familiar.

By the time Chen Yang realized what was happening, it was already too late. He quickly said, "I just bought it and never played with it before. This little guy took it away to play with."

"is it?"

Zhang Yanan looked at him with a smile.

You are lying with your eyes open, who would believe you?

However, he did not reveal it.

On the other hand, Huang Ying understood everything the moment she saw the drone, and her cheeks turned slightly red.

The look he gave Chen Yang had a different meaning.

This guy dares to do it but refuses to admit it, and even pushes the blame onto other people's children.

"Of course, right Ping." Chen Yang poked Song Ping's shoulder, urgently needing someone to take the blame.

"Ah, yes, yes."

Song Ping had no idea what was going on. He was only thinking about his father, so he quickly took out the drone and flew it away.

Daqi Mountain stretches for dozens of miles and is quite large. Song Ping first searched nearby, but did not find anyone.

Then he flew deep into the mountains.

However, the mountains are high and the forests are dense. Through the drone camera, all that can be seen is the endless tree canopy, with some open space occasionally visible, but there is no harvest at all.

"What is he looking for?" Huang Ying asked.

The duck was already braised in the pot, and when Chen Yang had some time, he explained the situation to him.

"A tour group from Hong Kong Island?"

Huang Ying frowned after hearing this, then turned to look at Zhang Yanan who was eating melon seeds on the sofa next to her, "Could it be the tour group your family is hosting?"

Zhang Yanan said, "That should be the case. I heard them say the day before yesterday that they were going to Qishan, and my brother led the way for them yesterday."

No wonder I didn’t see Zhang Yafeng yesterday.

"Your brother also went into the mountains?" Chen Yang asked.

Zhang Yanan shook her head. "No, I came back yesterday afternoon."

"Have you seen all the people in this tour group? Who are they?" Huang Ying's sixth sense told her that something was wrong.

Although Daqishan is a branch of Mount Emei, it is not a scenic spot. Why do these people come all the way here to Daqishan instead of going to Mount Emei for pilgrimage?
If it was just tourism, going up and down the mountain, one day would be enough, so why would he not return home overnight?
Now that drones can’t find people, it can only mean one thing: these people have gone deep into the mountains.

A tour group is not an expedition team, so what are they doing going deep into the mountains?
Zhang Yanan said, "An old man, a man and a woman, two young people. The woman is about our age, and the man should be in his thirties. There are five or six people left. They all look tall and strong. They should be bodyguards..."

"They said they were here to conduct an investment investigation. We even had breakfast together yesterday morning. They all spoke Cantonese, which I couldn't quite understand. My brother called the old man Chen Lao, and his full name seemed to be Chen Jingzong. I don't know anything else..."

"Chen what?"

At this time, the old man came to the main room, heard what was said, and asked casually.

"Chen Jingzong, I don't know which two words they are specifically." Zhang Yanan said.

"Grandpa, you don't know him, do you?" Chen Yang asked.

The old man paused and shook his head. “No, I don’t know anyone from Hong Kong Island. I just think that this name…” The older generation likes to name their children according to their birth order. The old man’s name is Chen Jingzhi, and his birth order in the clan is Jing.

The person Zhang Yanan was talking about was called Chen Jingzong. If they had the same character, they were most likely from the same clan and generation.

At this time, Song Ping walked in from the courtyard with disappointment written all over his face.

He didn't find anything, the drone was out of battery, and had no choice but to return.

"There are so many of them, it's okay."

Chen Yang patted his shoulder and said, "Maybe he will be back in the afternoon."

Song Ping nodded, without saying anything more, and took the drone to charge, preparing to look for it again after it was fully charged.

At noon, the duck was braised.

The old man went into the kitchen and cooked a few of his signature dishes, which were paired with Chen Yang's braised duck. The aroma was so fragrant that it could waft half a mile away.

The duck meat is fat but not greasy, with a sweet fragrance that melts on the taste buds.

Huang Ying chewed it in small bites, with amazement written all over her face, "Not bad, better than anything I've eaten before, so fragrant..."

If she hadn't been concerned about her image as a lady, she would have swallowed the bone.

"I've said it before, this is my exclusive secret recipe. It's different from the sweet-skin duck made by others. I didn't control the heat well, otherwise it would have tasted better." Chen Yang said.

He is not bragging, he has absolute confidence in what the system gives him.

"It's delicious enough." Huang Ying praised sincerely without stopping.

Next to him, Zhang Yanan was also busy eating.

She originally didn't have much hope, but unexpectedly Chen Yang gave her a big surprise.

"How does it compare with the old brands in town?" Chen Yang asked Zhang Yanan.

Zhang Yanan wiped the oil off her mouth and looked at Chen Yang's arrogant look. She instinctively wanted to criticize him, but she couldn't suppress her body's instinct.

She had to admit that the old shops in the town, which claimed to be the ancestors of sweet-skinned duck, were indeed not on the same level as the duck made by Chen Yang.

This taste is really amazing.

"Are you sure you want to sell the formula?"

Zhang Yanan did not answer his question, but went straight to the point and brought up the matter of the formula.

The Zhang family's main business is catering. They have industries not only in the town, but also in the county and city. In the past two years, they have even expanded to the provincial capital.

She knew very well how much impact Chen Yang's formula would have on the expansion of their family's business overseas.

"Sell, of course." Chen Yang nodded, "But it depends on whether you are willing to buy it. How much can you offer?"

What good is this thing if you can't cash it in? He can't really sell the duck.

"Buy, of course."

Zhang Yanan blurted out, then hesitated for a moment and said, "As for the price, it's hard for me to say. If possible, you can pack a duck for me later and let my brother taste it when you get home. Let him set a price and we can discuss it later."

"Row."

Chen Yang didn't say anything. He braised the ducks he bought yesterday in the morning. There were a few left, which he had originally intended to give away.

It was hot in the afternoon, so we played mahjong for a while. After four o'clock, Huang Ying received a call. The two girls left without having dinner.

Of the five ducks, four were taken away.

"Well, save one meal and lose four ducks."

After seeing the two girls off, Chen Yang breathed a sigh of relief. He hoped that Zhang Yafeng could give a fair price so that all his hard work would be worthwhile.

(End of this chapter)