Chapter 1692 - 1610: The First Batch of Guests (Part 3)

The meal set includes light, sour, and spicy dishes, with the most effort put into the crock-pot stew. A specially made large crock-pot is used, with free-range chicken from a farmhouse. As soon as the lid is opened, the rich aroma of chicken soup wafts through the entire dining hall.

Aunt Shui scooped out eight bowls of crock-pot chicken soup, poured them into small ceramic pots, covered them, and arranged the four-color dishes. She then instructed A-tan to serve them one by one.

"Julian, it seems quite fragrant, this smell," the chubby guy broke the silence quietly.

Ever since Julian Leighton lost his temper and started smoking with a cold expression, people hadn’t said much; now, with the scent of chicken soup in the air, everyone was growing hungry.

A-tan served a meal set with a cheerful introduction: "Today’s main dishes are lotus leaf glutinous rice ribs, sour soup beef, shiitake mushrooms with greens, and Mapo tofu. The crock-pot chicken soup contains nourishing Chinese herbs, good for beauty and skin health. Girls can have more, and if it’s not enough, call me for another serving!"

She smiled sweetly, her eyes clear as spring waves, capturing the gaze of the straight men, while the girls, hearing that the chicken soup had beauty benefits, glanced at the half-human-high crock-pot in the courtyard, wondering if A-tan’s looks came from drinking it.

As a result, all the girls were eager to drink more chicken soup.

"Little girl, hurry up with the dishes; your words are making my mouth water drool all over."

"Julian, please start eating."

Major General Leighton snuffed out his cigarette, glanced at A-tan, and then opened all the lids. Instantly, the aroma of food was delightful—the largest bowl of lotus leaf glutinous rice ribs, the green lotus leaf wrapped around saucy ribs and sweet sticky rice; the sourness of sour soup beef making mouths water; the greens looking dewy, and the tofu was very tender; as for the always aromatic chicken soup, it was golden.

The rich boys, accustomed to delicacies, looked at the simple meal set in front of them and swallowed hard.

"Bro, are we really going to eat this? Why don’t I sterilize the chopsticks?"

"Sterilize, my foot! Didn’t you see they came from a sterilizing cabinet? That sterilizing cabinet is the same as the one in my house."

"Seems greasy, though; I’m on a diet; I’ll just have some soup."

Amid everyone’s chatter, Julian Leighton already grabbed his chopsticks, immersed himself in picking a rib, took a bite, squinted slightly, and then greedily continued eating voraciously.

"Bro, how’s the taste?"

"Is it good?"

"Little girl, hurry up with the dishes, I’m starving."

A-tan and Aunt Shui served everyone their ordered meal sets, and then watched as the rowdy group that had been clamoring earlier buried their heads in their food.

A-tan smiled sweetly; the dishes Marcus Quinn prepared were praised by Constantine Stewart, and this group of spoiled brats’ tongues couldn’t be more discerning than Constantine Stewart’s, could they?

A-tan felt that the main reason she agreed to marry Marcus Quinn was that his cooking was simply too delicious.

Five minutes later, everybody devoured their meal set like a whirlwind and collapsed in their chairs, savoring the flavors lingering in their mouths, leaving not a drop of chicken soup behind, and still feeling hungry.

Damn, what garbage had they been eating before—this food was so damn good.

After eating and drinking to his heart’s content, Julian Leighton lit a cigarette and lazily remarked, "Weren’t we supposed to go to Suton to eat? Go on then, I wasn’t stopping you."

Everyone shamelessly laughed, saying, "You have good taste, knowing that this small place harbors hidden talents."

Julian Leighton sneered coldly, idiots—if it could make Constantine Stewart post on social media, could it have no skill? If this chef’s cooking were in the Imperial City, business would be booming. What’s more, he had just seen that beautiful young girl, her demeanor didn’t seem to originate from this rural area—facing them, she was composed and spirited, suggesting her background was anything but low.

Julian Leighton thought she was likely someone with prominence, weary of the city lights, wanting to experience the pastoral life of old.

After all, true talent remains hidden in the city; the more capable, the more low-key.

Julian Leighton remembered his purpose in coming here and suddenly felt a bit hopeful inside.

"You all be smart, don’t underestimate the people at this Holiday Village," he lazily warned, "If you cause trouble, don’t blame me for flipping out."