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the next day.

A five-star hotel in downtown Mohe.

In the master bedroom of the presidential suite that costs 8,800 yuan a night.

"Holy crap! It's 7:30! I overslept!!!"

Zhao Lei launched himself from the two-meter-wide latex bed in an instant.

He didn't even bother to put on his shoes, and rushed out of the master bedroom barefoot on the soft carpet.

He delivered a series of deadly slaps to the door of the second bedroom.

"Xiao Li! Get up! Wake up! Get up now!"

In the second bedroom.

Li, a working-class man, was wrapped in a blanket when he dreamed that he was showing off a huge bowl of braised pork.

Startled by the sudden, powerful roar, he rolled off the bed and onto the carpet, blanket and all.

He rummaged through his messy hair, pulled out his phone and glanced at it, his voice hoarse from not having woken up properly.

"Mr. Zhao..."

"It's only 7:30."

"Their big feast doesn't start until noon."

"It's only a five-minute walk from our hotel, so if we go too early, we'll just be standing there freezing..."

Speaking of which, ever since the night before last, the two of them rode a farm four-wheeler loaded with frozen cabbages into the city.

Without saying a word, Mr. Zhao booked the presidential suite.

The two took a hot shower and went straight to sleep.

I slept soundly until the evening of the next day before finally waking up.

Then we went downstairs, grabbed a quick bite to eat, and followed the crowd to the workwear store, each of us grabbing a military overcoat.

After returning to the hotel, the thought of soon being able to eat the legendary Northeastern feast filled me with excitement.

The two of them were so excited that they tossed and turned and couldn't sleep.

I managed to get a little sleep around 4 a.m.

"Little Li, oh Little Li!"

Zhao Lei frantically put on a cashmere sweater while pacing around the living room.

"Your understanding and awareness are lacking!"

"We can't afford to falter, especially at crucial moments! We've already made it through over 2,000 kilometers, so we can't let our guard down now!"

"Not a single second can be considered a success until you've tasted that 'pig-killing feast'!"

Xiao Li sat on the carpet, listening with utmost respect.

As expected of President Zhao!

No wonder he can be a boss!

Even a simple banquet can feel like an urgent attempt to ring the bell at Nasdaq!

"clear!"

"Give me five minutes! I'll get dressed right away!"

……

It's exactly eight o'clock.

Zhao Lei and Xiao Li, fully equipped, arrived at Polaris Square on time.

But as soon as they stepped onto the edge of the square, they were both dumbfounded.

people.

It was full of people.

The dense crowd completely blocked the streets around the square, leaving no gaps.

Looking around, the streets are filled with thick, windproof military overcoats, a vast expanse of green.

If someone were passing by and didn't know better, they'd probably think Mohe was holding a winter training exercise today.

The morning air was bitterly cold.

But the gathering of tens of thousands of tourists from all over the country actually raised the temperature of this open-air venue.

On the open space next to the square.

Hundreds of large iron pots were arranged in a row, and rows of temporary red brick stoves were all lit.

White vapor mixed with the smell of smoke shot straight into the sky.

From a distance, it looks like the entire square is steaming.

The rich aroma of bone broth, the tangy flavor of fermented sauerkraut, the fragrant oil from the stewed meat...

The cold wind rushed into my nostrils.

Zhao Lei sniffed hard.

His Adam's apple bobbed up and down, and his eyes were even a little red.

"It was worth it..."

He tightened his military overcoat and muttered to himself:

"This trip was fucking worth it!"

Xiao Li, standing next to him, was also stunned into silence by the scene before him.

Ok!

Fortunately, Mr. Zhao didn't listen to him and turn back halfway!

Otherwise, they would both wake up in the middle of the night and slap themselves repeatedly for the rest of their lives!

……

at the same time.

At the other end of the square, the kitchen area was already bustling with activity.

Fang Daqiang, wearing an apron around his waist, stood in front of the central stove, directing the entire operation.

Fang Yu held a large megaphone in his left hand and a long-handled iron ladle in his right.

One moment she's running around coordinating supplies, the next she's rushing back to her own cooking pot to personally add ingredients and stir-fry vegetables.

They were so busy they were practically running around like headless chickens.

Liu Yifei is busy too.

However, she was a little off track – she was sneaking in a bite to eat amidst her busy schedule.

At that moment, she was hiding behind a large stainless steel basin, holding half of a freshly fried meatball in her hand.

The meatballs were fried until golden brown and crispy, still steaming hot.

She gasped for breath from the heat, but still couldn't resist putting it in her mouth.

"Yifei!"

"Comrade Liu Yifei!"

Fang Yu noticed her little movements from a distance.

He raised the megaphone and shouted:

"Don't think I can't see you sneaking some fried meatballs just because you're hiding behind the basin!"

"Go to the support greenhouse and urge my mom! Check if the next batch of potatoes is peeled yet; they're waiting to be cooked!"

Liu Yifei was startled when Fang Yu called her name in public.

She quickly stuffed the remaining half of the meatball into her mouth, and one cheek instantly bulged out.

It looks just like a little hamster that's stocking up on food for the winter.

She raised her greasy little hand and gave a not-so-standard salute.

He shouted indistinctly:

"Clean up! Close the gate!"

Fang Yu: "..."

Row.

Received, sir.

The accent was distorted by the hot meatballs.

Liu Yifei turned around and obediently took small steps toward the greenhouse behind her.

But after taking only two steps, she suddenly slammed on the brakes.

Look around.

It was confirmed that Fang Yu had turned around to direct the other large pot.

The next second, she silently turned back.

Small hands as fast as lightning.

"Swish" in an instant.

I also swiped a round fried meatball from the stainless steel tray next to me.

The feed is precisely placed into the mouth, and the movement is ridiculously fast.

The live stream chat exploded with laughter.

[Fairy Sister! I saw it! You think you can escape us by hiding from Fang Yu?!]

[Hahahaha! Petty thief caught stealing meatballs! Millions of people across the internet were caught on the spot!]

[Fang Yu, you need to control your wife! This banquet hasn't even started yet, and she's already eaten a whole plate of meatballs by herself!]

The camera followed Liu Yifei's movement and moved to the food preparation area at the back.

Inside several temporary, giant windproof and heat-insulating sheds.

Zhao Guifang was leading a group of elderly women from Kaoshantun in processing a mountain of ingredients.

But Zhao Guifang's attention was now completely drawn to the two unfamiliar helpers that Director Wang had just forced in.

There's something definitely off about these two.

They were dressed very conservatively.

The old man was wearing a large Lei Feng hat, and his face was completely covered by a mask, leaving only a slit.

The woman wrapped her head up like a rice dumpling with a thick, printed scarf, and wore a pair of bright red floral arm warmers, typical of Northeast China.

The design is quite down-to-earth.

The problem is—he's just too clumsy at doing the work.

Zhao Guifang felt sorry for the vegetables because of their clumsiness.