As soon as Lu Shuwu heard this, he felt his mouth watering, and he couldn't help but swallow his saliva, his eyes shining as he said:

"Artemisia is such a good thing, so fragrant and tender, stir-frying it with bacon is simply divine!

Boss, make sure you come back early, I'm waiting to eat your stir-fried artemisia with bacon!"

The two chatted while working until past ten at night, and then they tidied up the kitchen and went upstairs to rest.

...

Early the next morning, after having a bit of breakfast in the first-floor kitchen, Jiang Yu took Hu Zhihai, Jia Dequan, and several girls including Yan Tongtong out to enjoy the scenery.

The No. 7 restaurant was closed for the day, but the Seventh Dining Hall still had to operate as usual, so Lu Shuwu and the others naturally couldn't go along.

Hu Zhihai somehow got a minivan, and after loading Jiang Yu, Jia Dequan, and the others into the car, he sat in the driver's seat, started the vehicle, and with a press of the accelerator, the car shot out.

It was already March, and the small trees by the roadside had sprouted tender branches and leaves. The lawn, which had been yellow all winter, was rejuvenated, bursting with new green under the nourishment of spring rain.

"Where are we going to tour?"

Despite his age, Jia Dequan was still very enthusiastic about playing. After getting in the car, he eagerly looked out the window and said with some emotion,

"I think I've been living in Jiangzhou for almost half a year now. Looking back, during this time, apart from wandering around near Jiang University, I haven't been anywhere else."

Saying this, he couldn't help but glance at Jiang Yu and sighed, "Xiaojiang, I've really been poisoned by your cooking!"

Before Jiang Yu could respond, Hu Zhihai, who was driving, laughed out loud and began to comfort Jia Dequan:

"Lao Jia, don't worry. You're not the only one who's been poisoned; everyone here has been. Is there anyone who hasn't been?

Besides, just look online, so many people are waiting to be poisoned. Unfortunately, they don't have the chance!"

Yan Tongtong and several girls sitting in the back burst into laughter, clinging to each other.

"It's all Jiang Yu's fault, who made his food so delicious?"

After hearing Hu Zhihai's words, Jia Dequan couldn't help but chuckle and said,

"What I'm really worried about now is that if I one day grow too old to move and can't eat Jiang Yu's dishes, life will truly be tormenting!"

"Oh, Lao Jia, don't worry, you're not old at all!"

Hu Zhihai, with a mouth as sweet as honey, spoke words that brought joy to people's hearts,

"Even if you really went back to Jiangxia, wanting to eat Jiang Yu's food would be simple.

Have Jiang Yu prepare the dishes and put them in a thermal box, then pay someone to take the highway and deliver them directly - it takes just a few hours!"

"You really think I'm a mogul, don't you? To eat a meal, I have to specially hire someone to drive it over."

Jia Dequan pursed his lips and muttered, "Besides, after a few hours in a thermal box, even if it's not cold, the taste would have changed by then."

At this moment, Jiang Yu, who hadn't spoken before, suddenly asked:

"Lao Jia, you're only just over sixty, but all your hair has turned white. Do you know why?"

Jia Dequan was taken aback by the sudden question and instinctively replied, "Why?"

"Because you think too much."

Jiang Yu raised his hand and gently patted Jia Dequan's leg, shaking his head as he said,

"There will always be a way before the car reaches the mountain. What are you worrying about things that haven't even happened yet? Look, this is why your hair has turned gray."

"..."

Jia Dequan was dumbfounded.

Listen to this, who says things like this?

Even the white hair of an old man is made fun of, with no sense of respect for the elderly!

Yan Tongtong and others were covering their mouths hard, laughing until their stomachs hurt.

The way Senior Brother Jiang talks nonsense with a straight face is really hilarious!

The group chatted as they traveled, and the car quickly reached the northwestern suburbs of Jiangzhou, where there is a national scenic area, Meiling. It is not only a summer resort but also the birthplace of Huaxia classical music and the Daoism Jingming Sect.

Jiang Yu and the others didn't plan to go hiking, mainly because Jia Dequan was older. Although his health was still fairly good, hiking is different - one small mistake could lead to danger.

At the foot of Meiling, there are actually many picturesque ancient villages with pastoral charm. The village is shaded with big trees, bamboo forests grow abundantly, and a small, winding cobblestone path leads from the creek at the village entrance deep into the village.

In the village, roosters crow, ducks quack, and a few little mud-covered dogs happily chase fluttering butterflies. The villagers dressed simply sit at their doorsteps doing handicraft work, looking peaceful and serene.

Hu Zhihai parked the car in an open space at the village entrance, and the group got out and walked straight into the village.

This place is actually part of the scenic area, with frequent visitors, so the villagers were not surprised to see strangers arrive.

Hu Zhihai found a relatively clean household, settled on a lunch spot for the group, and then everyone walked along the small path outside the village towards the fields.

Behind the village is a low hillside with a bamboo forest, covered with flowers and plants, with butterflies and bees freely flying around.

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