Chapter 1696 - 1611: Does Your Family Own a Mine? (Part 4)

Fortunately, they were prepared before, with customized packaging bags for the Holiday Village.

Amy thought for a moment, then went to Aunt Shui’s place and got 400 eggs, plus two Golden Silk Fish for each family, the quantity was sufficient.

Speaking of Golden Silk Fish, Amy suddenly slapped her thigh, realizing such an excellent marketing strategy. Why hadn’t she thought of it before? Previously, they hadn’t planned to open a restaurant in the Imperial City, so the Golden Silk Fish in the lake was only meant for their own consumption. Now that Fragrance Garden in the Imperial City is being renovated, the Golden Silk Fish sells like crazy. If their Fragrance Garden has a signature dish, it could become a sensation in the industry!

Amy was so excited she almost jumped up. No, she had to have Marcus renegotiate terms with Minister Lee. It was originally their lake’s fish, handing it to the country made sense, and having their own share left to sell also made sense, right? Selling a fish a month would work too. The key was to make Fragrance Garden famous in the shortest possible time.

Amy couldn’t be bothered with the dried goods in the farm, she rushed out, intending to find Marcus, when she saw Marcus carrying someone back, surrounded by several young gentlemen, creating quite a commotion.

"What’s going on?" Amy’s face slightly changed, as she quickly went forward.

Julian lay on Marcus’s back, his charming yet mischievous face flushed red, embarrassed.

"Brother Julian fell and can’t even get up."

"A bloody misfortune, bleeding on the first day at the Holiday Village, that’s a bad omen, I need to get a talisman."

"He fell so badly, we should take him to the hospital."

The crowd chattered noisily.

Marcus gave Amy a look that said ’don’t panic’, then carried Julian into the farm, saw that his ankle was swollen like a bun, squeezed it, asked a few more questions, and Julian’s face turned white with pain.

"It’s a sprain, not a fracture, icing and applying some medicinal wine will solve it," Marcus said casually.

"No way, he should go to the hospital. If it is fractured, Brother Julian’s foot would be ruined."

"Are you sure about this? You’re not even a doctor."

"Shut up, all of you." Julian looked at Marcus and said, "Go ahead, if my leg is destroyed, it’s fate."

Marcus was speechless, it was just a normal sprain, if he hadn’t insisted on being a tough guy, not letting anyone help him and trying to walk back on his own, his ankle wouldn’t have swollen like this.

Amy quickly retrieved a medical ice pack from the fridge, handed it to Marcus, then said, "It’s only 20 minutes to the county hospital; should we drive him there?"

After all, someone from a family with mines; if he’s indeed injured, it would be troublesome.

"I don’t want to go to the hospital, lying down for a few days will be fine." Julian swiftly took the ice pack and applied it to his ankle, smiling, "Can I order food for dinner? I’m a patient, I need nourishing food."

Amy: "..."

Julian’s sprain caused a bit of a commotion for half an hour, in the end Marcus applied medicinal wine, wrapped it thickly, and let Julian ice it himself, finally sent off those young gentlemen and the fussy ladies.

Due to this fuss, he hadn’t caught any fish, Marcus had to go back to fish some more, quickly taking advantage of daylight, and dispatching these goods overnight by air express to the Imperial City.

Because Julian sprained his ankle, Amy went to Aunt Shui at the cafeteria and said to prepare bone broth for Julian to nourish him at dinner.

The patient Julian lay comfortably in a small garden villa with a yard, ordering the fat man to start the gramophone, finally having the mood to examine the house he moved into.

It was spacious and bright, with mountain views, a yard, bamboos and bougainvillea planted in both the front and back yard, complementing with green and red, beautiful!

The decor was quite vintage, surprisingly with such retro gramophone, quite tasteful, much better than his family’s gaudy golden extravagance. His father even wanted to plaster their walls with gold to boast of his mining origins.

"Brother Julian, why are you so happy after spraining your leg?" The fat man asked puzzled. The ankle was swollen like a bun, looking painful.

Julian sneered, glanced at him lightly, retorted, "What do you know? Here, I eat and drink extravagantly, lavishly, like an Emperor every day, much better than being humiliated in the Imperial City, right?"

The fat man scratched his head, chuckled, "Seems that’s the case, your family’s siblings are not easy to deal with."

The fat man also knew Julian’s situation with the Leighton Family. Wealth was real, but Julian’s position was very precarious. Mainly because there was no one to whisper in his father’s ear for him, going home meant facing his stepmother and a pile of siblings, but he couldn’t not return either. His father had too many children, if Julian didn’t frequently show presence in front of his father, he risked being replaced by others.

"Brother, really not going to the hospital?"

Julian waved it off, no point, he purposefully sprained and fell, if he went to the hospital and recovered, how would he stay here for so long? He had already decided, to linger in the Holiday Village for a month, to strengthen bonds, indirectly save the country.

If Mr. Stewart comes to the Holiday Village for vacation, he could be waiting by the tree for a rabbit, pff, hoping for a chance encounter. If Mr. Stewart doesn’t come, he could still get familiar with Marcus. His stepmother and siblings wouldn’t be able to reach here to take his life.

Within half an afternoon, Julian didn’t just pick oranges, he extracted plenty of information from old Mr. Ong, knowing Marcus’s culinary skills were passed down in his family, he has assets in the Imperial City, and plans to open a restaurant there. He also connected with Constantine Stewart who had posted on social media that Marcus was in the Imperial City, this got his mind working.

"But brother, with your sprain, what should we do? Should we return to the Imperial City? Can’t enjoy ourselves properly with this."

"You folk may return, I plan to stay here a while." Julian said lazily.

"Brother, how long will you stay, should we accompany you? After all, we have nothing pressing, though it is a bit boring here, lacking entertainment facilities."

"I’ll stay for about a month. You folk may leave, just remember to mail me some food, drink, things to use and entertain with." Julian replied impatiently.

Fat man: "..."

At dinner, everyone knew Julian decided to stay in the Holiday Village for a month, as he directly paid for a month’s stay, taking up a small villa with a courtyard for 120,000 in lodging fees, including all meals and accommodation.

The others discussed and planned to stay one night at the Holiday Village, play in Suton for two days tomorrow, then return to the Imperial City. After all, staying a month in the Holiday Village would drive them crazy.

For dinner, it was all home-cooked meals, not like the lunch set dishes, mostly large plates, flavorful while filling.

Old Mr. Shui joined Mr. Ong and Oliver Zolotov at one table, Julian had his own fully-packed table due to having lots of people. As he was a patient, a special menu was prepared with a pot of thick, white bone broth, lotus leaf-wrapped sticky rice ribs, and secret recipe pig’s feet. Mostly mild and nourishing dishes.

Julian didn’t fancy pig’s feet, but seeing their bright color, irresistible aroma drifting into his nose, he couldn’t help taking a small bite, and was instantly amazed by the unique flavor — it was fragrant, slippery, tenderly delightful, what on earth is this heavenly taste?

Having tasted all the finest delicacies, young Julien abandoned his manners, directly grabbed the pig’s feet with hands, devouring them urgently, guarding his dish from the fat man and others trying to snatch pieces.

The fat man and his companions, lacking pig’s feet, drooled at the sight. Yikes, the boss is mean, not giving them pig’s feet.