Chapter 927

Yu Yan wanted to speak immediately, but Song Tan waved her hand:

"Forget it. I brought them up the mountain just to help them digest. They ate too much at home, and I'm afraid they'll burst."

Yu Yan's expression froze. Staring at Song Tan now, his face was full of disbelief—

You actually know you brought us up the mountain to digest?

You just asked me if I wanted to eat a radish! Do you even have a heart!

Master Jiang, however, was very understanding. He quickly put the rice basin back: "Oh my, is this your first time eating this? When I first came here, and when my wife first came, it was the same. We were so full we couldn't walk."

He kindly kept the leftover rice warming in the pot, then took a bottle of sesame oil and poured it into the freshly mixed spicy radish with chili oil. The spicy radish was already delicious enough, but now, with the sesame oil blended in...

The assistant was the first to lose control. With a flushed face, she said, "I... I'll go stand at the door."

The cold wind outside blew, and the hot, red cheeks gradually cooled down, and the vigorous appetite slowly subsided along with it.

The next moment, she saw movement beside her; clearly, everyone else had come out too.

Yu Yan was still putting on a brave front: "Rice balls aren't anything special. I see they're about to get scorched crust on the bottom; they'll be hard on the teeth when you bite them."

"Exactly!" The cameraman was also very serious, his expression like an expert on a health program: "These kinds of pickled vegetables have no nutrition; it's not good to eat too much."

Only Brother Li was a down-to-earth person. He sighed: "I'm not afraid of whether it's good or not; I just want to taste it. This smells really fragrant!"

In the kitchen, Master Jiang glanced at the few figures standing outside and whispered to Song Tan:

"You don't usually like to mess with people like this, do you?"

Song Tan also smiled innocently: "I'm not messing with them. We just walked here while walking... Besides, I asked around beforehand. They said the newspaper office is really looking for performance metrics right now. With Qiao Qiao like this, whatever is written will naturally attract traffic."

This is more tempting than cute pets and gourmet food.

"If I don't let them know how good and precious these things are, what will they do if they really use this to grab attention later?"

People in the surrounding ten miles and the city, because they are too close, are actually less tolerant than fans on the internet.

Master Jiang also understood this logic. Seeing someone win a million in the lottery on the internet is completely different from someone in a nearby village winning a million.

He nodded: "Fine! You take them for a walk by the river later, let them see that we don't just have vegetarian food; there might be meat next."

Song Tan also smiled: "I have exactly that thought. This is a long-term proposition; slow and steady is best."

Song Tan did what she said. Holding a crispy, fragrant, and sweet rice ball in her hand, paired with the crunchy dried radish inside, she ate while leading everyone along the hillside toward the playground.

At the same time, she kindly asked: "We'll be walking for another ten or twenty minutes; will you feel tired?"

Before anyone could answer, she continued on her own: "Try to hang in there. After all, the lunch dishes are really delicious; it would be a pity if you don't have an appetite."

Everyone looked at the way she ate, and then gritted their teeth as they looked at the rice ball in her hand. Even the young assistant with the weakest constitution couldn't say no.

And when she finished the rice ball leisurely, the river beach with its large expanse of reeds appeared before their eyes.

It was winter, and there were only a few sparse tufts of green grass on the river beach. The tender tips had long been gnawed bare by the cattle and sheep that occasionally came out for a walk, looking quite wretched.

The withered yellow reeds in the river beach swayed with their leaves and flying catkins. When the river wind carrying moisture blew, it really had a unique desolate atmosphere.

The cameraman was the first to mutter: "If this place were used for wedding photos or portraits, it would definitely be very beautiful."

Song Tan laughed: "That's because it's cold recently, and the cattle and sheep don't come out much. If you really came to shoot when the grass was lush, there would be a pile of cow dung every three steps and a clump of sheep droppings every two steps. Who would be willing to wear a wedding dress here?"

The cameraman didn't care: "Then you're wrong. For the sake of photos, people are even willing to go into the water in the middle of winter." However, the large tracts of land in front of the reed beach seemed to have been plowed, looking less natural.

He asked curiously: "What is planted here?"

"Several types of forage grass."

Song Tan pointed to each plot: "This is Emperor Bamboo Grass, and this is Sweet Elephant Grass. The ones that have been plowed but not yet planted are other varieties we plan to prepare for next spring."

As everyone walked along the river, looking at the large house deep in the fence, they asked: "Is that where the cattle and sheep are kept?"

"Yes." Song Tan nodded.

"There is a place where cattle and sheep are kept, and there is also a row of dormitories. In addition, those shorter buildings are fermentation tanks. The reason why the things in our mountains are delicious is that they are all purely natural, without any chemical fertilizers or pesticides, and even the manure fertilizer is fermented by ourselves."

This is just something to listen to when said out loud.

Anyone who has really farmed knows that if you don't give any technological fertilizer, no matter how purely natural it is or what methods you use, the yield won't come up if it's not meant to—and this is still the result of intensive cultivation!

Otherwise, what is Professor Song so excited about? Could it be just because the food is delicious?

However, most people don't know much, so this promotional concept is still easy to be convinced by.

For example, Yu Yan asked in surprise: "Is there really no chemical pesticide residue at all?"

"None." Song Tan said firmly.

"We don't even use chemical fertilizers."

Everyone asked about a few recipes for making natural fertilizer, clicking their tongues in wonder, and then turned their attention to the young man working hard with a shovel on the fermentation tank.

"Is this a villager hired?"

Song Tan paused and then replied: "No, this is also my cousin. He graduated from a proper university and stayed in the village to help me."

"No way?"

Yu Yan looked at her puzzled: "How much charm does it take to make a college student give up life in the city and come back to shovel cow dung!"

Has social involution really reached this point?

The cameraman muttered: "I think it must be the temptation of your family's food."

But no matter how tempting it is, you can't give up your life, right?

Just as they were talking, a couple walked out of the house nearby. Clearly, they had just heard everyone's discussion. At this moment, they looked at Song Tan and couldn't help but laugh again:

"Don't listen to Tan Tan gilding her cousin's face. That person working is my son. How could I not know what he's like? With that IQ, if he went out to work and had some money in his hands, he would probably be cheated out of it. It's better to work steadily in his hometown."