Let you go home and raise chickens, what the hell is this confinement center?

Chapter 51: Don’t you plan to cook for yourself?
"what?"

The village chief listened to Lin Feng's request with a confused look on his face, and he himself was a little at a loss.

He, he doesn’t know either.

He had also heard other colleagues and officials talking about this matter over the past two days, and he was looking forward to it just like them.

Just think about it, a rural banquet, with more than ten dishes on the table, all of which are Lin Feng’s cooking!

How fragrant would that be?
How spectacular is the scene?
He made the decision right then and there, on the day Lin Feng issued the notice.

I didn’t eat breakfast, nor did I eat dinner the day before, just to save room for the big feast.

After all this time, it turns out that it wasn't Lin Feng who did it.

The disappointment in Song Jun's eyes only lasted for a second before disappearing.

It’s okay. He is a serious and responsible village chief. How could he be upset over such a small matter?

Lin Feng waited for a long time but didn't get an answer, so he thought the village chief didn't know either.

Just as he was about to leave and go to the house of someone he knew in the village to ask, he was stopped by the Song army.

He patted his chest and assured, don't worry, I can take care of it for you.

He opened the door, stuck his head out, and shouted in a low voice:
"Uncle Wang, Uncle Wang, Secretary Wang, are you there?"

"Come here." He stretched out a hand and waved to Uncle Wang who was looking over.

Signal to him that it is not a serious matter and he can just relax.

This group of veteran cadres usually cooperate with him on everything and are willing to listen to him.

When it comes to clerical work, everyone runs faster than the other.

I would rather go to the village to farm than sign and stamp.

The thing I fear most in my life is being called out by the village chief, fearing that some document was not handled properly or the format was incorrect and I would have to do it all over again.

As soon as he saw that it was a private matter, Secretary Wang left very quickly.

He just saw Lin Feng go in, so he had to help solve the problem.

It would be best to ask again when the big banquet will be held.

Everybody is watching.

"Lin Feng, this is our village's old secretary, Wang Guiren. You can just call him Uncle Wang."

"Ask him about anything in our village, and he knows almost everything."

Song Jun introduced to Lin Feng the person he called in, who looked to be in his fifties.

The hair on the top of his head is a little sparse, and he has a friendly smile on his face, and you can tell at first glance that he is easy to get along with.

"Uncle Wang, Lin Feng just wants to ask, if our village wants to invite someone to hold a big banquet, what is the process? And where can we invite people?"

Song Jun helped Lin Feng ask.

Uncle Wang paused and blurted out:

"Aren't you going to cook for yourself?"

Uncle Wang widened his eyes, as if condemning him.

Why waste your money and your good skills?

Besides, are they greedy for a big feast?

What they coveted was Lin’s cooking skills.

I listen to those students and workers praising me every day, and they are so happy that flowers are blooming.

As a result, they couldn't find any reason to eat for free, which was really infuriating.

Lin Feng was also stunned.

Can I handle this matter myself? What should I do?
He can cook, but he can't do the rest.

Looking at the two pairs of confused eyes beside him, Wang Guiren slapped his thigh and remembered.

There is no adult in Kobayashi's family, and he hasn't been to the village in the past few years, so he definitely doesn't know these things.

He didn't hide anything and said directly:

"To put it simply, your family has completed such a big project, so you invite the whole village to have a meal to liven things up. That's what it is."

"This isn't like a wedding or funeral. The dishes for a big banquet need to be configured in a certain way, and there are also quantity requirements and so on."

Lin Feng nodded seriously.

Uncle Wang continued, "There are at most 50 to 60 people in our village who can go out to eat, not counting the students. There are 10 people at a table. You can prepare some food, with vegetables and meat, so that everyone can eat their fill."

In fact, it is a way for rural people to keep in touch with each other.

Uncle Wang signaled with his eyes, that’s it, simple, right? Got it?

Lin Feng shook his head, not understanding.

If we don’t hire people, it will be a problem where to get tables, chairs, benches, bowls, plates and dishes.

Uncle Wang didn't say this either, so he asked directly.

"Ah, this."

When Uncle Wang heard this, he was also a little dumbfounded.

It is true that they wanted to try Xiaolin's cooking skills.

Where do the tables, chairs and benches come from? This is really a problem.

It’s not like before now, every household can just contribute a little and the money will be together.

If you look for it now, you really can’t find it. Just like his house, there is only a small square table that you put on the kang.

Finally, he reluctantly gave Lin Feng the phone number of the banquet company that contracted this area.

Then he left the village chief's office with a lost look on his face.

Why is it so difficult to taste Xiaolin’s cooking?

Seeing the old secretary's expression, Song Jun laughed out loud.

He said to the confused Lin Feng:
"You don't come out to the west to interact with the villagers very often, so you might not know that the villagers have long wanted to try your cooking after hearing those students praise your cooking every day."

"Well, I haven't found an opportunity yet, and I'm too embarrassed to go to your house for a meal."

"I guess they all think you will be the chef for this banquet. I'm looking forward to it."

As a result, change happened so quickly.

ah? this……

Lin Feng was still a little slow to react.

It’s not that he can’t cook, but there are no tables, chairs, stools, bowls, plates or dishes, and he doesn’t even have a helper.

Who can take on an entire banquet by himself?

Even the tentacle monster can't do that.

It doesn’t matter if Song Jun is not in a hurry. Anyway, he has paid the money and can enjoy Lin Feng’s cooking every day, hehe.

Suddenly, there was an urgent knock on the door of the village chief's office, as if something big had happened.

Just as Lin Feng was about to say goodbye and leave, he found the door opened. A man who was younger and whiter than Secretary Wang walked in and asked directly:
"If I help you solve the problems with tables, chairs and benches, will you cook for me?"

Lin Feng:......

In order to get food, this group of people are really fighting for it.

Lin Feng suppressed the twitching of his mouth, turned his head and said seriously:

"If you can solve all of them for me, then that's no problem for me."

"You are so neat, boy."

The visitor gave a thumbs up, praised generously, and quickly took out his cell phone and said:

"Come on, add your contact information, and we'll talk to each other in the evening."

"to make."

At 2:30 in the morning, Lin Feng's upper eyelid opened, but his lower eyelid was reluctant to wake up.

He fumbled to try to stop the alarm on his phone, but he couldn't find the little troublemaker.

Oh, he remembered.

In order to prevent himself from getting up, he put his cell phone on the cabinet.

It is a distance that you absolutely cannot reach unless you get up and get out of bed.

In the dark room in the early morning, only the cell phone was flashing its beam and shouting desperately:

Get up, get up. If you don't get up, I will ring again in ten minutes.

Lin Feng sat on the kang and could see the starry sky through the gap in the curtains.

He looked confused, wondering who he was, where he was, and what he was supposed to do.

It took me a long time to recover.

Oh, he is going to have a big banquet today.

You need to go to the legendary morning market to purchase ingredients.

The morning market is a magical market that only exists from 3 to 5 in the morning.

It is the place where second-hand vendors get vegetables, and it is also the place where stall owners in the market purchase goods.

Ordinary people would only come here to buy when there was a big banquet.

And I am the one who is going to host the big banquet...

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(End of this chapter)