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Mu Yuan had no objection to either of the two names.

"Sure, no problem. From now on, these two medicines will be named after the two names you suggested."

"In the future, if I teach my disciples, I will tell them the origin of these two potions."

Upon hearing this, Mo Fan was taken aback.

He hadn't expected Mu Yuan to be so formal.

However, this is also good.

In this way, Mo Fan was as if he had left his name in Pandonog.

"Thank you, Professor Muyuan."

Then he waved his hand, reverting to his somewhat impatient old man demeanor: "Alright, alright, go back and get back to your barbecue. Don't waste those ingredients."

He turned around, took two steps, and then stopped.

Without turning around, he simply turned his back to Mo Fan and mumbled a sentence.

"Remember to come visit me again when everything is over."

Chapter 226 The Dragon King Returns

Mo Fan looked at the old man's back and nodded emphatically.

"Yes."

He carefully tucked the two bottles of seasoning into his pocket, pushed open the door of the wooden house, and stepped into the sunlight outside.

From the direction of the market, the faint sounds of people talking and the aroma of roasted meat could be heard.

Mo Fan quickened his pace.

the other side.

At the Mu Clan's stall, Murong Jiao was so anxious she was practically jumping up and down.

"Another one left!" She watched as the umpteenth native turned and left, her twin ponytails trembling with anger.

Fang Xu was sweating profusely as he flipped the skewers on the grill. His hand speed was already at its limit, but the speed at which he served food still couldn't keep up with the loss of customers.

Murong Sha raised her head, her gaze sweeping over the crowd—

On the path in the distance, a familiar figure was walking briskly towards them.

Her eyes lit up for a moment.

"He's back."

Murong Jiao suddenly turned her head and looked in the direction Murong Sha was looking.

Mo Fan's steps were steady and quick, as if he were carrying something in his arms, with his right hand protecting his chest.

His face—

He wore an unusual smile.

Mo Fan strode to the stall, but before he could even stand firmly, Murong Jiao rushed up to him.

"Mo Fan! You're finally back!"

Her almond-shaped eyes were filled with obvious anxiety, and she spoke rapidly like a machine gun: "You have no idea what happened while you were gone—Niu Kuang and Song Chen stole all the customers! They're offering set meals, performances, and one-skewer snacks, all sorts of creative things, and the three of us are too busy to keep up!"

She took a deep breath, put her hands on her hips, and her yellow pigtails trembled slightly with emotion.

"Are you ready with your special idea yet? If this keeps up, we're really going to be at the bottom!"

Mo Fan didn't waste any words.

He reached into his pocket, pulled out two bottles, and held them steadily in his palm.

One bottle contained ochre-red powder, and the other contained a dark red, thick liquid.

"Ready."

He placed the two bottles on the counter of his stall, their surfaces reflecting a lustrous sheen in the sunlight.

"This is spice powder. This is honey sauce." Mo Fan pointed to the two bottles, his tone as calm as if he were just saying the weather was nice today. "Simply put, they're barbecue seasoning and sauce."

The three of them gathered around.

Fang Xu was the first to react, his eyes widening in disbelief: "My God... Mo Fan, you actually made something like this?!"

He abruptly turned to look at the other two stalls, then turned back, his voice rising a half-tone with excitement: "You know, right now all the three teams have is salt! If we use that—how can they compete with us?!"

Murong Jiao froze for two seconds, then grabbed Mo Fan's arm, her eyes shining like two lamps.

"I knew it! Victory was destined for us!"

She jumped up excitedly, turned around and waved to Murong Sha and Fang Xu: "Quick! Try it now!"

Murong Sha didn't speak, but there was something new in her gaze as she looked at Mo Fan.

It wasn't surprise, but more like—I knew it.

Mo Fan wasn't caught up in his teammates' excitement. He uncorked the bottle of spices, poured a little into his palm, and the complex aroma of spiciness and sweetness immediately filled the air among the four of them.

“The situation is clear now.” As he spoke, he picked up a few bamboo skewers from the counter and quickly sliced ​​the meat into bite-sized pieces and skewered them. “We’ve fallen behind; we can’t catch up in terms of speed of serving food if we try to compete head-on. So we need to change our approach.”

He placed the skewered meat on the grill, and the heat from the charcoal instantly seared the surface of the meat slices with fine char.

"Make a batch of bite-sized skewers, sprinkle with spices, and brush with honey sauce." Mo Fan flipped the bamboo skewers, his voice not loud, but every word was clear. "Then, free samples."

"Free?" Fang Xu was taken aback.

“Yes. Use the aroma to lure people over.” Mo Fan picked up a brush, dipped it in the sauce, and evenly brushed it onto the sizzling slices of meat.

The moment the dark red sauce touched the hot meat, a soft sizzle sounded, followed by an aroma never before seen in this market, which exploded violently.

It's a collision of spiciness and smokiness, an interweaving of sweet and sour with a numbing sensation, a charcoal fire that melts all the layers of flavor into one furnace, then spreads mercilessly in all directions.

Murong Jiao's nostrils twitched suddenly, and her pupils contracted sharply.

"This...this taste..."

Fang Xu had already started swallowing.

"Don't just stand there." Mo Fan didn't even look up. "Skewer."

"it is good!"

The three of them started moving at the same time.

Murong Sha skewered the meat, Fang Xu grilled it, and Mo Fan was in charge of the crucial seasoning. Murong Jiao took a deep breath and clenched her fists.

Her task was to hawk her wares.

This is what she does best.

At this very moment, two stalls not far from them were still bustling with activity.

Stone family stall.

Song Chen stood behind the stall with his hands behind his back, looking at the steady flow of customers and the ever-accumulating points in front of him, the smile on his lips almost impossible to suppress.

"At this rate," he whispered to Lin Sen, "this game is in the bag."

Lin Sen adjusted his glasses and nodded in agreement: "The profit from a single skewer is indeed considerable. Based on the current consumption rate and income ratio, our points gains in this round will most likely exceed those of the Bone Clan."

A sharp glint flashed in Song Chen's eyes.

He still remembered the humiliation of the last miners' competition. This time, he could finally get his revenge.

If the points gap in this round is large enough, it's not impossible for them to overtake Niu Kuang overall.

"Keep the pace," Song Chen instructed. "Don't let your guard down."

As for the Bone Clan...

Tie Dan wiped the sweat from his brow, leaned close to Niu Kuang, and whispered, "Boss, Song Chen's side is getting bigger and bigger... We might get fewer points than them this round."

Niu Kuang crossed his arms and snorted dismissively.

"What's the panic? We're leading them by over a hundred points in the first two rounds. Even if we earn less this round, they might not be able to turn the tide."

He glanced at the crowd around Song Chen, then at Mo Fan's stall in the corner.

There were very few people there, almost no customers.

Niu Kuang grinned.

In any case, he's definitely not at the bottom. The weakest team doesn't even have the right to compete right now.

"Shout louder, damn it!" Niu Kuang slapped Tie Dan on the back of the head. "Go on, keep jumping!"

"okay!"

Both teams were busy and full of confidence.

Neither of them noticed that a fragrance they had never experienced before was quietly spreading through the air of the market.

Then--

A crisp sound, like a pebble thrown into calm water, echoed throughout the market.

Come and take a look! Don't miss it if you're passing by!

It was Murong Jiao's voice.

But this time, what she shouted made everyone pause for a moment.

"Secret barbecue seasoning! Secret sauce! A unique flavor! You won't find it anywhere else! Only here!"

She took a deep breath, and her next words were like a bombshell, thrown directly into the crowd at the market.

And—free samples! No money required!

Chapter 227 The Dragon King Only Made a Slight Move (6000 words today, this is a long chapter)

Song Chen stopped flipping through the accounts.

The cow's loud shouting got stuck.