Food Stall: Customers Chase Me across the Country

Chapter 605 - 572: Outing – Fuxing Village, Yanyuan Village

Meishan has many scenic spots. Wang Fan spent a day visiting Three Su Temple, Pengzu Mountain, and Liujiang Ancient Town, but what impressed him most was not these areas but a nearby small county—Hongya County—that hasn’t been fully developed.

Especially Fuxing Village’s tea mountain and Yanyuan Village’s waterfall.

When he arrived at Fuxing Village, it was still early morning, and he was lucky enough to catch the morning mist.

The process of hiking up Fuxing Village’s tea mountain was like savoring nature’s delicious cuisine.

The morning mist wasn’t too dense, but it cloaked the scenery in a mysterious veil.

Lush green tea mountains, pine trees, and bamboo, the entire world was thriving with vitality.

The fresh scent of bamboo leaves, the elegant aroma of tea, and the slightly bitter yet fragrant scent of pine trees mixed with the mist; standing there was like enjoying the beauty of a fairyland.

Wang Fan finally understood what "oxygen intoxication" meant; it truly felt like oxygen was directly irrigating into his body!

Fuxing Village is for mountain exploration, while Yanyuan Village is for water enjoyment.

A huge waterfall cascades down, divided into countless smaller streams—although it’s not as wild and shocking as the Huangguoshu Waterfall, it has a delicate and gentle charm.

This area is undeveloped, the quieter your heart, the more you’ll feel the serene beauty.

This place is not suitable for entertainment but is perfect for relaxation. Here, you won’t feel any pressure; instead, you’ll feel incredibly relaxed.

"Young men shouldn’t enter Sichuan, and old men shouldn’t leave Sichuan." This is the scenery of a remote county in Sichuan, but this phrase is showcased perfectly. Living amidst such views in a peaceful environment, why would one still want to go out and struggle?

After a day of activities, Wang Fan felt completely refreshed, as if he was glowing with health.

No wonder, the places he visited had such excellent air quality and humidity. It felt as though he was soaking in the best beauty products all day—it’s hard not to shine.

After wandering around Three Su Temple, he went directly to the Mei Zhou Dongpo Restaurant nearby, where Liu Fei had reserved a private room for him.

Upon seeing Wang Fan, Liu Fei couldn’t help but laugh and pat his shoulder: "Haven’t seen you in a while, how come you look younger again?"

Wang Fan replied with a smile: "No choice, the mountains and rivers in Sichuan are just too nourishing. I feel my skin has improved a lot these days."

Liu Fei was greatly pleased to hear this. After all, who doesn’t enjoy their hometown being praised?

"If you like it, stay a few more days. When there’s time, I can discuss cooking with you. Today’s meal is my arrangement, don’t worry."

Wang Fan said: "Don’t fuss too much. Just two or three signature dishes will do. Yesterday, I dined at a place called ’Old Liang’s Little Restaurant,’ and the food there was genuinely delicious."

Liu Fei, surprised, said: "You have a great nose! You found my senior brother’s place despite it being well-hidden?"

Then, he looked at him slightly suspiciously and asked: "Could it be that you went to our branch first, felt it wasn’t good, and then stumbled upon my senior brother’s restaurant while roaming around?"

"Ah? How did you know?"

Wang Fan looked at Liu Fei in shock: "That’s pretty much how it went."

Liu Fei sighed: "All old friends who come here experience this pattern. I can’t help it."

Wang Fan noticed Liu Fei was fully aware of that restaurant’s situation. As a head chef, how could he be so helpless?

"I indeed find the dishes there a bit underwhelming—lacking any essence of Sichuan Cuisine."

Liu Fei resignedly said: "Centralized kitchen distribution, what essence could it have?"

"You have no control over it?"

"When you’re in the world, you’re not free to act as you will."

Liu Fei sighed, patted Wang Fan’s shoulder: "You’re free to do as you please, I envy that. Well, I’ll head to the kitchen, we can chat later tonight, but don’t expect too much from dinner, I can’t freely cook here."

Watching Liu Fei’s somewhat forlorn figure, Wang Fan fell silent, noticing too much helplessness in Liu Fei.

Corporate management’s endless rules restrict a chef from freely cooking, creating dishes he wants, or presenting his highest-level dishes—just thinking about it makes him uncomfortable.

He’d rather starve than become a mere worker!

The dishes were served quickly: Dongpo Elbow, Dongpo Pork, Mao Xue Wang, Mapo Tofu. Had Wang Fan not restrained them, who knows how many more dishes they would have served.

Since it was treated by others, Wang Fan couldn’t refuse. Though the flavor didn’t meet his expectations, it was fairly standard. This restaurant represents a Beijing-style Sichuan cuisine; the main branch is in Beijing, and there are many branches in Sichuan. It’s said their dishes were once excellent, but in recent years, the flavor has become increasingly unsatisfactory.

He felt he just didn’t come at the right time.

All Wang Fan could do was console himself.

Later, he chatted more with Liu Fei. Having drunk a little, Liu Fei poured out all his grievances: with centralized control, their space for action as head chefs is shrinking. However, since this position was passed down by his master, he can’t refuse it. As for his senior brother Liang Bo, he is that legendary type seeking freedom, willing to be expelled from the school rather than be restricted, the epic tales of martial arts novels embodying love and hate.

Having a confidant to vent to for a while, Liu Fei’s spirit improved significantly. Wang Fan was both an industry insider and a good listener.

Wang Fan had some wine too, so he just decided to rest for the night.

While he rested, fans in Sichuan were all excited—nothing else, Wang Fan’s whereabouts were discovered.

Visiting Fuxing Village was fine, but Three Su Temple is rather famous, so being found out is understandable.

"Everyone! Boss Wang has been confirmed to be spotted at Three Su Temple!"

"I just saw the news too. This guy leisurely touring around really annoys me. Why is he wandering while I’m stuck working overtime?"

"Has anyone grabbed him by the collar to ask when he’ll set up a stall? I’m impatient to find out what real Sichuan Cuisine tastes like."

"Exactly, we strongly demand Boss Wang to prepare Sichuan cuisine, giving local chefs a challenge, especially now as several old brands are collapsing—it’s increasingly bad."

"Some small restaurants are actually decent, while those big hotels really aren’t worth looking forward to."

"For Mapo Tofu, you can go to the one diagonally opposite Du Fu’s Cottage—the taste is superb, and you’ll need at least three bowls of rice."

Wang Fan’s Weibo basically doesn’t discuss other matters; it quickly became a place for fans to share their hidden gem restaurants, and everyone’s thoughts nearly converged.

The main topic was Wang Fan setting up a theme stall in Sichuan—it has to be Sichuan Cuisine!

However, Wang Fan still had no intention of setting up a stall the next morning; he couldn’t help it—Sichuan has so many fun and beautiful things, there’s hardly any desire to work!

Today, he plans to leave for Chengdu, and then visit Wuhou Temple.

Huaxia’s history has many extraordinarily clever people, and Zhuge Liang among them is definitely one of the most distinguished.

Some say Zhuge Liang’s been mythologized by Romance of the Three Kingdoms, but after reading other historical records, you’ll realize it’s actually quite conservative.

He’s a person who single-handedly linked a surname to the word "smart."

Even if someone appears silly, if they claim the surname "Zhuge," you have to think they possess great wisdom hidden within simplicity.

Romance of the Three Kingdoms’ autumn wind at the Five Camps, when Wuhou passed away, over 8.7 million comments bid farewell to the prime minister, illustrating this legendary ancestor’s stature in people’s hearts.

It’s said that back then, when the railroad was being built through Zhaolie Temple, whether to demolish or not left everyone in a dilemma. One faint voice remarked, "Wuhou Temple is still inside," and the idea of demolishing was never brought up again, with the railway simply rerouting.

Such a legendary figure, coming to Sichuan without visiting him would be a waste. Who knows, maybe after a tour, I might even get smarter?