Chapter 79: The Backdrop Wall (Please Subscribe)

“Welcome, please have a seat and enjoy some tea.” A woman greeted them immediately, setting out the teacups and other items on the round table, all prepared in advance.

At another table, two women had already brought out the vegetarian dishes, which together numbered more than a dozen. With the menu growing ever more complete, the farm’s offerings had expanded to a total of twenty-eight dishes, including meat and vegetarian options, and more were being added all the time.

Take the native chicken, for example. At first, there was only braised chicken and spicy chicken cubes. Gradually, they experimented and added dishes like chicken stew with mushrooms and even big-plate chicken.

Sun Miaomiao looked at the six unfamiliar faces—where was Su Rou? Wasn’t she supposed to be here? But yesterday Zhong Di...

Oh, she’d simply been overthinking it!

Relieved by the answer, Sun Miaomiao brightened and happily enjoyed the food before her. She had to admit, no matter what Zhong Di cooked, there was always a special flavor, something elusive yet delightful, that set his food apart from the rest.

She had even taken his farm produce for testing; aside from slightly higher nutritional value than ordinary vegetables, there was nothing unusual in their composition.

It could only be described as a kind of mystique, like the homegrown vegetables of old, always tastier than the rest.

If only she could build a family with Zhong Di... Wouldn’t that mean she could eat like this every day?

No, that’s too superficial. But the food was truly delicious! Superficial or not, she couldn’t deny it.

“Excuse me, who is the owner here?” After being seated, a slightly younger woman from the group asked.

“I am. How can I help you?” Zhong Di, carrying Xiaoxi in his arms and wandering around, heard someone asking for him directly—it had to be something important.

“Thank you so much. We came today not just for the food, but mainly to thank you.” The woman seemed surprised at Zhong Di’s youthful appearance; they hadn’t expected the owner to be so young.

“Thank me? For what?” Zhong Di looked puzzled. He didn’t know them, so what was there to be grateful for?

“Your native chickens. None of us knew each other before, but we all work at the same hospital. We all suffered from lactation issues after giving birth, and after much searching, we finally managed to buy your native chickens.”

“In the end, it really cured our condition. As soon as our confinement period was over, we looked up your place to thank you in person. We didn’t expect it to be a small farm. We thought, since we’re here, we might as well have a meal. Judging by your profile picture, we thought you were an older person—never expected you to be so young.”

The youngest woman roughly explained the situation.

“Yes, we truly have to thank you,” another chimed in.

“Formula is fine, but you just can’t trust the quality these days. Breast milk is still best for the baby.”

“That’s exactly how I feel. Thank you so much,” the others echoed in agreement, each expressing their gratitude.

“Oh, that’s all? You paid for the chickens, didn’t you?” Zhong Di laughed as he realized what had happened.

Hearing this, Sun Miaomiao suddenly had an idea. This was exactly the sort of healthy restaurant that Dongyang was lacking! It might be worth considering—no need for huge profits, just manage the relationships and connections well.

After chatting with Zhong Di for a bit longer, the group wandered around the farm, snapping photos and celebrating the successful end of their recovery period.

Watching everyone taking pictures, Zhong Di considered whether he should put up some attractive feature walls. While the Herb Garden was lovely, it wasn’t exactly the ideal backdrop for photos. Maybe a rose garden, or some other flowers?

It wouldn’t need to be large—a plot of just one or two acres could suffice. It was a good idea. He made a note of it and began sketching out a rough plan.

“Excuse me... Is this Zhong Di’s place?”

At that moment, a striking figure appeared at the gate and caught Zhong Di’s eye.

Yang Meng? It took him a moment to recognize her—today she was dressed far more stylishly than usual. Zhong Di wondered if he’d been blind before; he’d never realized how attractive she was.

“What brings you here?” Zhong Di asked, surprised. He had sent Yang Meng his location, but hadn’t expected her to arrive so quickly.

“We’ve run out of native chicken. I came to buy a few more.”

“But didn’t I just give you five last time? How did you go through them so quickly?”

For a chain operation like Dongyang, fast turnover was normal. But Yang’s Noodle Shop was just a single restaurant, and the chicken was only used as a supplementary ingredient.

“It’s just... unbelievably popular. In the past few days, our group-buying orders have been negligible in comparison. Since the day before yesterday, my father even took our shop off the group-buying platform.”

“I see. Well, you may need to limit your purchases in the future. Our chicken supply can’t keep up, so you understand.”

“I do. Recently, we’ve developed a new method that works well: we dry the chicken, grind it up, and use it as a seasoning. The results are quite good.”

“Hmm... Alright, I’ll pick two more for you.”

Some of the ideas Zhong Di hadn’t even put into practice yet, but others had already thought of them.

Yang Meng took the chickens, glanced again at Zhong Di, and left. It had been impossible before, and now it was even more so.

Just look at that beautiful woman eating alone—with her looks and presence, she was in a whole different league. Not to mention the luxury car parked outside... Forget it.

By eight o’clock, Zhong Di’s older sister returned. After exchanging a few hurried words, she took Xiaoxi and left without explaining.

She didn’t say, so Zhong Di didn’t ask. Everyone had their own affairs—this was why he’d abolished the leave request mechanism.

“Brother, why don’t you sit and eat with us?” Sun Miaomiao suggested as soon as Zhong Di was free of the child. Eating together was secondary; observing him up close was the real goal.

It was clear from how Zhong Di cared for the child—he was the very picture of a good homemaker, looking after everything perfectly, not to mention his character.

Just imagining him at home with the children, cooking for her, while she worked hard outside to provide for the family—what a blissful life that would be.

Sun Miaomiao had inherited her father’s business acumen and was a commercial prodigy in her own right. Much of Dongyang’s current success was due to her efforts.

“No, thank you. I’ve already eaten lunch,” Zhong Di refused instinctively, though he wasn’t sure why.

“Hmph! Fine, don’t eat then,” Sun Miaomiao said with a hint of mock annoyance.

At that moment, the other table of guests had finished eating and were preparing to leave. Unlike Sun Miaomiao, who had ordered almost every dish, the other guests were far more restrained. Not everyone was as unconcerned about price as Qian Weining or Sun Miaomiao.

Before coming, they’d asked about the prices and picked out the more affordable options, splitting the bill among themselves. Still, they found the meal worth every penny.