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In the blink of an eye, the accounting desk was surrounded by a huge crowd, three layers deep.

In the middle of the crowd, Jessica and Emily stared at each other, somewhat bewildered by the scene.

Dozens of innocent yet curious eyes were fixed on them, as if they were examining a rare species that had just arrived at the zoo.

Jessica scratched her head and lowered her voice to ask Emily:

"Emily, did we give them too little? Why are they making that face?"

Emily shook her head uncertainly as well.

The viewers in the live stream were already laughing their heads off.

[Hahahaha! They drew a bald old man! Franklin would be furious if he heard it! That's called Mediterranean hairline! It's a symbol of wisdom!]

This has completely baffled the bookkeeper. How is the gift register supposed to be filled out? I need help urgently!

[Suggested wording: Two American friends, $200 USD as a congratulatory gift, equivalent to... to be determined!]

Old Zhang, the father of the groom Zhang Tiezhu, hurriedly pushed through the crowd and rushed to the accounting desk.

"What's wrong? Uncle Qi, what happened?"

Uncle Qi pointed to the two bright green US dollars on the table, then to Jessica and Emily, who looked completely innocent, his face full of embarrassment.

"Tiezhu's dad, look at these two foreign girls, they insisted on coming to the banquet, and they even gave two of these things as gifts."

"I...I don't know how to remember it!"

Old Zhang was also stunned when he saw the two US dollars.

Although he had spent his entire life in the countryside, he had watched television before and knew that this was "US dollars," and that he had heard it was quite valuable.

But he had absolutely no idea how much it was worth.

The more important issue isn't money.

Old Zhang felt a sudden surge of nervousness when he saw the two blond, blue-eyed foreign friends in front of him.

It's not that I think foreigners are particularly valuable.

The main problem is that he simply didn't know how to entertain them!

Because of the language barrier and different customs, if someone has any dietary restrictions or is allergic to any of our ingredients, he won't even be able to ask!

Besides, they are guests, and they came all the way from abroad to attend Tiezhu's wedding; that's fate.

Northeasterners are hospitable. Whether the visitors are Chinese or foreigners, once they enter the courtyard, they must be made to eat and drink well; that's the custom.

The problem is, he understands the rules, but he doesn't know how to enforce them!

If a misunderstanding arises due to poor communication, and people think that we from Kaoshantun don't know how to treat guests, that would be very embarrassing.

"What...what should we do?" Old Zhang was so anxious that he kept pacing around in circles, not knowing where to put his hands.

Seeing Old Zhang's anxious expression, Jessica assumed he was upset about the lack of money. She quickly pulled out another bill from her wallet, slapped the three US dollars on the table, and said in broken Chinese:

"Not enough? More! More!"

(Not enough? Add more! Add more!)

This made Old Zhang even more panicked.

"Oh dear! It's not about the money! It's not about the money!" He quickly waved his hand.

The surrounding villagers also started offering suggestions.

"Old Zhang, why don't you return it to them? It's outrageous that we're accepting money from foreigners for a meal!"

"Exactly! It's just a matter of adding a pair of chopsticks. Let them eat as much as they want!"

"That won't do! They're our guests; giving a gift is a token of their appreciation. Returning it would be a slap in the face!"

"Then what do you suggest we do? We've taken the money, but how do we keep track of the accounts? How do we eat?"

The scene instantly turned into a noisy market, with no one able to convince anyone else.

Old Zhang was so annoyed by the noise that he felt like his brain was about to explode.

Just when he was at his wit's end, someone in the crowd suddenly shouted.

"Let Fang Yu handle it! Isn't Fang Yu in the kitchen? He's experienced and knowledgeable; he'll definitely know what to do!"

That sound was like a wake-up call, instantly waking Old Zhang up.

"Yes, yes, yes! We're looking for Xiaoyu!"

Without saying a word, Old Zhang turned around and ran towards the stove.

Liu Yifei, who had been squeezed to the outermost edge, immediately followed like a little tail when she heard that they were looking for Fang Yu again.

The villagers who had gathered around automatically made way for them, and everyone's eyes were filled with anticipation.

It was as if Fang Yu wasn't there to cook, but rather to sit in the back and be the "commander-in-chief" ready to solve all sorts of difficult problems at any time.

When the viewers in the live stream saw this, the chat went wild again.

[Haha! Fang Yu: I just wanted to cook a dish in peace and quiet, why does trouble always come looking for me?]

[Fang Yu, the only designated expert on foreign affairs in Kaoshantun!]

[Old Zhang: Oh no, this is going to cause an international conflict! Fang Yu: Don't panic, it's not a big deal. Let me try the pork knuckle in the pot first.]

I've noticed that Yu Shen's status in this village has rapidly progressed from "Da Qiang's son" to "Living God" and "Know-it-all."

Soon, Old Zhang rushed into the steaming stove area.

He spotted Fang Yu standing in front of a large iron wok, wielding a large iron spatula and enthusiastically stir-frying the dishes.

"Xiaoyu! Xiaoyu! Quickly help your uncle with some advice!" Old Zhang grabbed Fang Yu's arm and said breathlessly.

Fang Yu was amused by his hurried manner, put down the large shovel in his hand, and wiped his hands with a towel.

"Uncle, what's wrong?"

Old Zhang swallowed hard.

"Two foreigners showed up at the door and insisted on eating at our banquet! They even gave us three green banknotes as a gift! What are we going to do?"

He recounted to Fang Yu what had just happened at the door, using gestures and words.

Finally, he concluded with a worried expression:

"Xiaoyu, do you think foreigners will be able to get used to our big pot stews?"

"Can their digestive systems be compared to ours?"

"What if something bad happens from eating it, like diarrhea or an allergic reaction? Wouldn't that escalate into an international dispute?"

After listening to Old Zhang's analysis, which was full of international perspective and diplomatic concerns, Fang Yu almost burst out laughing.

"Uncle, uncle, don't worry, it's nothing serious."

He pressed Old Zhang down onto the small stool next to him.

"If someone asks for a gift, we should just accept the money openly and honestly."

"Three Franklins would cost around two thousand dollars."

"Don't complain about the amount. Those Americans are just dealing in goods that are in circulation. They earn and spend US dollars, so there's nothing wrong with that."

Old Zhang nodded blankly.

Fang Yu flicked the towel and continued his explanation:

"As for foreigners' stomachs, they are structured the same as ours, the only difference is their taste."

"The thing they find most annoying is that they're not used to everyone using chopsticks to stir things together in one dish; they think it's impolite."

"Foreigners are particular about separate serving, meaning everyone eats from their own plate."

Old Zhang was in a dilemma.

"Then... what are we going to do? This is a big feast, the dishes are all served in big bowls, how are we going to get individual portions?"

Fang Yu smiled slightly and offered a solution.

"Simple! Uncle, just have someone set up a small table for those two foreigners in the yard."

"and then?"

"Whenever a dish comes out of the pot, have someone bring two small portions over to me."

Fang Yu casually draped the towel over his shoulder.

"Tell them once it's on the table."

"This is the highest-level wedding banquet in our Kaoshantun village."

"Eat as many dishes as you can, and if you don't like them... well, forget it!"

"Our main principle is to be warm and hospitable; we can't spoil people."

After listening to Fang Yu's foreign affairs reception plan, which emphasized "confidence of a great power," Old Zhang suddenly understood, and the knot in his heart was instantly untied.

Yeah! It's no big deal!

It's just two foreigners coming to eat at the banquet, isn't it?

Our doors are wide open; there's plenty of food and vegetables to eat!

As for whether they can get used to the food, that's their own business!