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The large iron basin, filled with hearty dishes, was slammed onto the table with a loud thud.

The diners in the greenhouse immediately erupted in excitement.

"Holy crap! That's way too honest!"

"This pot must weigh over ten kilograms!"

Someone was holding up their phone and taking pictures of the pork stew from every angle.

But most people didn't even bother taking pictures.

He scooped it up with chopsticks and immediately started showing off.

Lin Wan and three other college students from the south sat down at a table.

Four pairs of eyes were fixed on the dish on the table.

They suffered so much along the way.

Dozens of hours of inhuman torture on a hard-seat train.

The fear of being trapped and nearly frozen to death at a remote station.

Then, at the bathhouse, I was given a soul-cleansing experience where the bathhouse ladies thoroughly scrubbed away two pounds of dirt.

But all the hard work instantly became worthwhile in front of this steaming, glistening pot of stewed pork.

Worth it.

It was totally worth it.

Chen Yao always talks about losing weight, and she doesn't even touch fatty meat.

But right now, she's reaching for her chopsticks faster than anyone else.

She picked up a piece of pork belly that had soaked up the bone broth.

Without even bothering to blow on it, he opened his mouth and bit down directly.

"Pfft—"

The rich, yet not greasy, aroma of fat, combined with the tangy and refreshing taste of pickled cabbage, explodes in your mouth instantly!

Chen Yao's eyes immediately reddened, and her voice trembled with excitement.

"No... sisters, I swear..."

"I haven't eaten such delicious pork in my twenty years!"

"Is this still pork? This is simply..."

As a top student from a prestigious university, her mind went completely blank at that moment.

After racking my brains for a long time, I still couldn't find a decent adjective.

In the end, he could only manage to utter one sentence:

"This is food only gods deserve to eat!"

"Wow, it smells so good!"

Lin Wan and the others nearby didn't have time to laugh at her.

Because their mouths were also stuffed with blood sausage and sauerkraut.

At the other end of the greenhouse, the scene is even wilder.

Southern business owner Zhao Lei and struggling worker Xiao Li have completely abandoned all pretense of dignity.

The two of them each held a bowl and didn't even sit down.

He stood up in a half-horse stance and frantically grabbed food with his chopsticks.

Zhao Lei devoured three large, juicy pieces of fatty meat.

He was still holding a clove of raw garlic in his left hand.

A bite of meat, a bite of garlic.

He finally caught his breath after eating the fourth piece.

He took out his phone and snapped a bunch of pictures of his oily face.

I didn't even bother to add any beauty filters before posting it on my WeChat Moments.

The accompanying text was just one line:

The ultimate delicacy in the world: the Mohe Grand Feast!

After finishing, he slammed the bowl down on the table and wiped the grease from the corner of his mouth with a flourish.

Then he put his arm around Xiao Li's shoulder.

His tone was extremely solemn.

"Xiao Li, I've made up my mind."

With a large piece of blood sausage stuffed in his mouth, Xiao Li asked indistinctly:

"Hmm? Mr. Zhao, what are you babbling about?"

Zhao Lei looked around at the lively crowd and announced loudly:

"When I get back, I want to..."

"Just move them directly to Mohe!"

"I'm going to eat this feast every day from now on!"

Xiao Li swallowed the blood sausage in his mouth with difficulty, almost choking to death on the spot.

"Mr. Zhao, please calm down!"

Our company deals in ocean freight!

"Mohe doesn't even have a sea!"

……

The diners at the front line were enjoying their meal immensely.

The scene shifts.

They switched to the main table, which was the most eye-catching table in the entire venue.

It's called the main table, but it's actually just the innermost part of the greenhouse, near the stove.

An extra layer of red tablecloth was laid on the table.

The stools have also been replaced with ones that have backrests.

Originally, this table was reserved for key figures such as Fang Yu, Liu Yifei, Director Wang, and Fang Daqiang.

But right now these guys are running all over the place.

Their feet were practically sparking with heat, and they didn't have time to come over and sit down.

So the lineup on the main table right now looks surreal.

On the left, Chen Daoming and Zhang Manyu sat steadily, having just washed their hands and shed the smell of mud.

Two supreme gods of the Chinese film industry are holding disposable paper cups, elegantly sipping a mouthful of "Schrödinger's Hot Cola" whose origin is unknown.

Zhang Manyu commented in a low voice.

"Old Chen, I must say, this cola made with ginger and red dates is really good at dispelling cold."

Chen Daoming nodded.

"That kid Fang Yu has a lot of crooked ideas, but they're actually effective."

On the right, Hua Yu is sitting and posing in front of the camera.

Ju Jingyi, who was standing next to him, didn't have time to pay any attention to him.

His eyes were glued to the stove, almost as if they were stuck to it.

Among these four big names, the one who firmly occupies the center position is—

He was a "wild Lei Feng" personally selected and specially approved by Fang Yu, Brother Tiger.

Tiger was wearing a pure black mink coat today, with a large gold chain around his neck.

But his posture at this moment was abnormally proper.

Those hands, covered in tattoos, were placed neatly on her knees.

His back was ramrod straight.

Even their breathing was rhythmic.

It's obvious that they're trying to put on an act of "I'm law-abiding, I'm honest, and I can fit in well with the group."

Outlaw, Best Actor, Best Actress, Pretentious Top Star, Greedy Idol.

Five people were sitting at the same table.

The absurd scene left viewers in the live stream speechless.

[Help! What kind of insane matchmaking system is this?! Do these five people even have the slightest connection in terms of their art style?!]

[Fang Yu, come out here! Explain to me how this seating chart is arranged!]

[Isn't Hua Yu the most pitiful one at the table? To his left is the movie star who just watched his attempt to show off backfire and end in a disastrous failure, while to his right is a burly gangster!]

Only Xiao Ju was patiently waiting to eat...

The five people at the main table were each preoccupied with their own thoughts, and none of them spoke much.

In this eerie atmosphere.

Fang Yu's mother, Comrade Zhao Guifang, just came out of the vegetable preparation shed, wiping her hands.

As she passed the main table, she glanced over there subconsciously.

I was just browsing casually.

As a result, after that one glance, he froze on the spot.

Zhao Guifang first saw the thin old man who couldn't even peel a potato properly.

The light was dim in the greenhouse, and he was wearing a mask, so I couldn't see him clearly.

Now, once the mask is off and the lights are on...

That face, so commanding and imposing on the television screen, was now exposed to the air without any cover.

Zhao Guifang's mind went blank.

Holy crap?!

This old man looks...

Why does he make you want to kowtow to him on the spot?!

and many more.

There's something even scarier!

Zhao Guifang stiffened her neck and slowly shifted her gaze to the side.

The woman next to the old man, who had been clumsy earlier, had now taken off her floral scarf.

The face was revealed.

That's not just ordinary good-looking.

It's a kind of exquisite charm that comes from within, a charm that no other young actress in the Chinese entertainment industry can replicate.

Zhao Guifang felt her breath catch in her throat.

Chen Daoming!

Zhang Manyu!

These are faces she's seen countless times on TV throughout her life!

Especially Chen Daoming.

Fang Daqiang's favorite shows are historical dramas.

After seeing it so many times, Zhao Guifang almost developed a conditioned reflex to it.

As soon as this face appears.

She felt like someone was about to shout "Your Majesty is wise!"

"We're doomed..."

Zhao Guifang's legs suddenly went weak.

This scene was captured a few hours ago inside the vegetable preparation shed.

Like a revolving lantern, it rewound wildly in her mind.

Two unparalleled legends in the Chinese film industry!

She just scolded me like a grandson, pointing her finger at me and giving me a thorough dressing-down!

And she ruthlessly banished him to a dark corner, where he spent a full hour peeling scallions!