Chapter 1697 - 1612: Fragrance Garden’s Manager

Marcus Quinn’s delivery of local specialties to the Imperial City arrived overnight as it was fresh produce, reaching the Imperial City early the next morning.

Aside from the four Golden Thread Fish sent separately to Yeats Howard, Marcus sent the rest of the items to Uncle Dexter.

Yeats Howard received a call from logistics early in the morning, bleary-eyed, he went to collect the fresh goods. Seeing they were sent by Marcus Quinn, he thought it might be the fifty pounds of chestnuts mentioned by Ethan before. But upon opening it, he found four gleaming Golden Thread Fish, still lively, and was instantly excited enough to almost jump.

Holy crap, fish that you can’t even buy for a million in the Imperial City, and he actually received four of them?

Yeats Howard was fully awake, and quickly called Marcus Quinn: "Marcus, did you send these fish over? Big boss, please accept my humble respect."

Marcus Quinn was already up working, having accomplished the most important task of his life during his trip to the Imperial City. Now with a wife to support, he was up at the crack of dawn to tidy the inner courtyard, completing all the chores inside and out.

"Yeah, we don’t have many of these fish either, so only sent four. You guys keep two, and send the other two to Mr. Constantine. Thanks to him for resolving last time’s issue." Marcus said casually.

"Okay." Yeats Howard was drooling with hunger.

"I also sent some local specialties to Uncle Dexter, and he’ll deliver them later. Remember to receive them."

"Kneeling in thanks, big boss. I’ll swing by your Fragrance Garden later, let me know if there’s anything you need help with." Yeats Howard hung up and happily trotted off with the fish to present them to the Howard Family matriarch.

Yeats Howard got two Golden Thread Fish and took them to the kitchen of the matriarch. Naturally, she had tasted this fish before; it is reputed as the longevity fish, regardless of its real effects, the name itself carries good meaning, not to mention the freshness of the fish. The matriarch was quite taken aback.

"Sent by that kid from the Quinn Family? This boy is really lucky." The matriarch said with a loving smile.

"Exactly, we can’t buy even one, and he sends four at once, letting us eat two, and the other two as thanks to Constantine for helping him secure back his restaurant." Yeats Howard said with a beaming smile.

"Once Marcus Quinn’s Fragrance Garden opens in the Imperial City, we can enjoy the fruits and vegetables grown at his Holiday Village. By the way, Marcus also sent quite a few local specialties, someone should deliver them soon." Yeats Howard said with a grin.

The matriarch nodded and said, "You’d better quickly deliver the fish to the Stewart Family, see Marcus has got a wife, built a Holiday Village, and is about to open a restaurant in the Imperial City, you should work hard too."

Yeats Howard felt intimidated and quickly ran off.

In the afternoon, Ethan unexpectedly received a message from Constantine Stewart, with a photo showing a table of Chinese dishes, including Steamed Golden Thread Fish, stir-fried cured meat, stewed venison, and mountain delicacies. The gentleman elegantly smiled and said, "My wife loves the taste of this fish, thank you."

Seeing the table of dishes being the specialties they delivered, Ethan felt this Mr. Stewart was genuinely considerate and promptly replied, then excitedly went to find Marcus Quinn.

Marcus Quinn was in the courtyard behind the cafeteria, drying rows of cured meat, stepping on chestnuts. Julian Leighton’s group of mischievous friends had left in the morning, leaving Julian bored to death. Insisting on sticking around Marcus, he was put to work, with Marcus cracking open the chestnut burrs, while Julian begrudgingly picked up the round chestnuts and bagged them.

They had harvested way too many chestnuts earlier, covering the courtyard behind the cafeteria.

Ethan came over with his phone excitedly, "Marcus, look at this picture."

Ethan handed the phone over, with Julian craning his neck to look, asking, "Ethan, what’s got you so excited?"

Marcus glanced at the photo, not immediately recognizing it, then noticed the familiar dishes on the table, and the extravagant dining table, promptly raised his eyebrows and said deeply, "Is this a photo from Mr. Stewart?"

Oh, boy, upon hearing the name Mr. Stewart, Julian froze like a statue, his eyes shining brightly.

"Yeah, Mr. Stewart even shared his wife’s WeChat contact with me, maybe thinking women communicate better. Mrs. Stewart is a household name celebrity, how fortunate." Ethan’s eyes curved into crescents.