Chapter 97: Doggy Network【Fourth update, please subscribe】

Old Chen is at Yu Zhenghong's house, almost teaching him hand-in-hand how to stand out in the village-level competition.

Time slips by to 8:30 without anyone noticing. After finishing his instruction, Old Chen runs off as if there were some flood or wild beast chasing him from behind.

"Thanks to Lord Fuli for his protection!"

Yu Zhenghong speaks with a sincere face, pulls out a pair of candles from somewhere, and lights them for Lord Fuli first.

The Xia Dong tea competition, even if only at the village level, still possesses a certain degree of gold content.

One of the hard requirements for participating in the tea competition is that one must own their own tea field. Furthermore, before entering, one must submit soil and tea leaf quality inspection reports to ensure no prohibited pesticides have been used and to guarantee the safety of the tea.

Yu Zhenghong's tea trees were planted not long ago; even if he meets the above conditions, if he chooses to enter, it is highly likely he will be rejected by the village committee.

During the growth process of tea trees, the vast majority of nutrients are used for their own development. In other words, tea produced by underage tea trees has no nutrition or flavor.

Although the village-level competition is only at the village level, when the time comes, people from other villages and tea merchants will also come to join the fun. The Zhangxizhen village committee naturally won't put out things they know don't meet production standards, as that would smash their own village's signboard.

If Yu Zhenghong wants to compete, he needs to wait at least three years or so, until the tea trees reach their juvenile stage and the quality of the tea production is stable, before he can get approval.

But this year, for some reason, he got lucky; Old Chen actually gave him a competition spot.

You have to know, as long as you can participate in the tea competition, you can stick a "Tea Competition Selection Mark" on the corresponding product.

With this mark, it is equivalent to having an official-level endorsement.

As for how the tea tastes, beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but we can guarantee its safety is not a problem.

If you win an award in the tea competition, you can mark the award received on the packaging, and the selling price will take off right on the spot.

"I, A-Hong, am not greedy either; just making it to the city level and entering the top ten in the provincial competition will be enough. Lord, please protect me." Yu Zhenghong mutters to the little fox, completely failing to notice the eye-roll from Lord Fuli.

Yu Zhenghong knows his own situation, but born as a human, what is the difference between having no dreams and being a salted fish?

Anyway, bragging doesn't require paying taxes. What if Lord Fuli really listened, ran out overnight to set up an altar under the moon, and maxed out his luck value?

And what if the judges happen to have mouth ulcers, taste disorders, or presbyopia, and feel that his tea is just tastier than the Da Hong Pao from those marginal production areas?

After Yu Zhenghong offers incense to Lord Fuli, he smiles and transfers two thousand to Yu Xueqing, telling her to treat her classmates from afar well, and if the money isn't enough, to ask him for more; she must not lose face.

Only.

The question Yu Xueqing asks next almost throws Yu Zhenghong's back out.

When Yu Xueqing is seeing her parents off, she asks her well-informed dad: "Dad, do you know where there is super, super authentic Buddha Jumps Over the Wall to eat?"

"Super authentic Buddha Jumps Over the Wall?" Yu Zhenghong is stunned upon hearing this and immediately looks vigilant: "Does Lord Fuli want to eat it?"

"No, it's..."

"If it's not Lord Fuli who wants to eat it, then forget it. That thing's name isn't Buddha Jumps Over the Wall; that thing's name should be 'Yu Zhenghong hanging from a crooked-neck tree.' It charges me 1,800 for one abalone, and there are only six abalones in a jar, not to mention the other delicacies." Upon learning it wasn't Lord Fuli who wanted to eat it, Yu Zhenghong refuses directly.

Most Xia Dong people have probably never eaten the most authentic Buddha Jumps Over the Wall.

If it were Lord Fuli who wanted to eat it, Yu Zhenghong might grit his teeth and swallow his pain, ordering the cheapest 18,800 set meal as a tribute.

If Yu Xueqing wants to eat it, Yu Zhenghong would rather give the cash to his daughter and let her spend it however she wants, but he would rather die than order any Buddha Jumps Over the Wall set meal.

"Oh! It's not that I want to go eat it... Alright! Actually, I do want to eat it a little, but I'm asking for Momo. The most important thing for her coming to Xia Dong to play is to eat seafood, go swimming, and eat Buddha Jumps Over the Wall once."

Yu Xueqing explains to her dad.

"Oh."

Upon learning that his daughter isn't trying to kill her father, Yu Zhenghong immediately breathes a sigh of relief and says: "Authentic Buddha Jumps Over the Wall can be eaten over at Longhai Reservoir in Changping District, but that shop requires a reservation three days in advance."

"Hmm, the price is very expensive; one meal can cost a year of your living expenses."

After Yu Zhenghong finishes speaking, he leaves with a relaxed expression, not worried at all about whether his daughter and her friends can afford it.

Just kidding, that shop's prices are pure robbery. If A-Qing sees it and doesn't run, I'll take my daughter's surname! Yu Zhenghong looks relaxed, feeling that it's good to let his daughter broaden her horizons, so she doesn't end up having seen nothing of the world and getting lured away by some yellow-haired punk with a plastic flower later.

"Yo, nice car! The entire exterior is covered in carbon fiber."

Sitting in the pickup truck, Yu Zhenghong sees the electric car his daughter parked in front of the door, and also sees the Dodge Hellcat that Mo Yiqing parked across the road, and can't help but sigh:

"Someone else in our village has gotten rich. When will my rebar fishing rod be able to be replaced with carbon fiber?"

Yu Zhenghong winks at Chen Peipei, but is met only with a cold stare from her.

"On our wedding anniversary, you gave me a bag, and I gave you a set of Shimano sea fishing rods."

"I put the bag in the closet and never used it, so where is that set of Shimano rods you used to show off?"

"It was dragged away by a fish."

"Speak up."

"Report! The fishing rod my wife gave me to show off in front of my brothers was dragged away by a fish!"

"Is it a grievance for a rebar fishing rod?" Chen Peipei asks in a gloomy tone.

Yu Zhenghong says nothing, but his face remains full of resentment.

Clearly, Yu Zhenghong has his own opinions about the failure of his last fishing trip.

…………

On the other side, just as Yu Xueqing returns to the room, she sees Mo Yiqing standing in front of the altar, hands pressed together.

"Momo... what are you doing?" Yu Xueqing looks at Mo Yiqing with a strange expression.

"Ah? I'm just doing as the locals do! I just saw how devoutly your uncle was praying, so I'm trying it too." Mo Yiqing says nonchalantly.

"Ying ying ying."

An Sheng looks at Yu Xueqing with black lines on his forehead, letting out two whimpers:

"A-Qing... you've come just in time. Hurry up and manage Momo, who is letting herself go."

"She treats me like the turtle in a wishing fountain, and even demands that I be her bath ball—yes, the foaming ball for shower gel..."

"And she also demands that I give her a full-body massage!"

"It's like she's buying an annual pass for a bathhouse here."

An Sheng runs in front of Yu Xueqing, accusing Mo Yiqing of all sorts of wild ideas.

"Wang wang wang—"

"Fox, fox, White Boss from the market is looking for you. Brothers who hear this, keep passing the word along."

"Wang wang wang—"

Squatting in the bathroom, enjoying Mo Yiqing's supermodel bath service, An Sheng is suddenly stunned when he hears the continuous barking coming from Zhangxizhen.

Then, An Sheng raises his head and looks toward Yu Xueqing.

Yu Xueqing seems to sense something and exclaims:

"What? The dog wants to bite the fox's big butt?"

An Sheng: "..."

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 98 =====