Everything I bought on online shopping platforms was genuine.

The pig-slaughtering feast was a huge hit, and the live stream lasted for three consecutive days, creating a million-follower account.

Countless imitators across the country have tried to copy this, and some have even failed miserably. As soon as the dishes were served, elderly people would snatch them away, bowl and all, scaring many online celebrities into canceling their so-called "pig-slaughtering feasts," resulting in quite a few laughable incidents.

The only successful one was the one that Li Shiya reposted; the rest either didn't get much attention or were abruptly canceled, and only a few went wrong.

If Lin Mo really used this method to find her a husband, Su He felt that she wouldn't have to do anything for the next two or three months, and could just meet different men every day.

If her mother heard this, she would be very happy, but she would be in big trouble.

Thinking of this, Su He glared at him and whispered, "You'd better shut your mouth!"

Lin Mo didn't care when he heard this. He thought, "Shut up if you want, it's no big deal."

After staying for 20 minutes, the father and son got up to say goodbye. The aunt's family made a token attempt to persuade them to stay, but they didn't insist. After all, it was the first day of the Lunar New Year, and everyone had to visit relatives and friends. Lin Mo and his son had other places to go, and their family also had relatives and friends to visit.

Two people came in, but four came out. My cousin and her father also went downstairs to pay New Year's visits. Then the two cars left the community one after the other.

Lin Mo then visited his father's relatives: an uncle and two aunts, though they were all cousins. As for his biological uncle and aunt, they had long since left Nancheng; otherwise, his family's old house wouldn't have been demolished so easily.

However, precisely because he didn't have any uncles or aunts, his relationship with these cousins ​​was quite good. Of course, Lin Mo still preferred his mother's relatives.

Nevertheless, when the father and son visited, they were still questioned about how much money he had made, since all the relatives knew that his family was going to renovate their old house in their hometown.

Upon hearing this, Lin Mo chuckled and said that he and his girlfriend opened a restaurant together and made some money. He implied that his girlfriend's family was quite wealthy, meaning that he had found a rich partner, which was why he had become successful.

Hearing this, the relatives nodded in satisfaction. Yes, they nodded in satisfaction, at least in Lin Mo's eyes.

If he were only moderately wealthy, people would simply marvel at him, but if he were extremely wealthy, that would be a completely different story.

Then they went to visit one of his father's good friends. When the two drove back, it was already 11 a.m.

Paying New Year's visits takes too much time. It would be quicker in the countryside, where you could just walk from one end of the village to the other and be done. But in the city, where relatives and friends live far apart, you have to drive there.

As for relatives like my maternal uncle who live in the countryside, there's no rush. I can go visit them when I have time in the next day or two.

"Mom, who's here?" Lin Mo asked as soon as she entered the house, taking off her clothes and looking at the fruit, peanuts, melon seeds, and used water glasses on the coffee table.

Hearing this, Mom Zhou Min smiled and said, "Hey, your uncle and Xiao He, your uncle's older brother, and your aunt's Lili are all here. Almost everyone is here!"

That's why someone needs to stay at home. You can't have people come to visit for the New Year and there's no one home, can you?
"That's good. Mom, is everything ready?" Lin Mo asked.

Mom Zhou Min: "Don't worry, everything's prepared. I'll try my son's cooking today and see what kind of rubbish your restaurant has!"

Upon hearing this, Comrade Lin chuckled: "That's great! I can finally take a rest today!"

As he spoke, he sat down next to his wife on the sofa.

Lin Mo didn't care about this and was about to go into the kitchen when suddenly, his mother, Zhou Min, took out a thousand yuan in cash from her pocket, put it on the coffee table, and said with a smile, "Son, this is your New Year's money. Carry cash with you when you go out. If you run into relatives with children, remember to give the kids two hundred yuan."

Young people these days don't have cash on hand. It was one thing for Lin Mo not to give money during the Spring Festival in the past, but now that everyone knows he's making money, it's time to give some to the younger generation in the family.

"Wow~ so many?" Lin Mo exclaimed as he washed his hands in the kitchen.

Upon hearing this, Mom Zhou Min smiled and said, "Consider the extra as a reward for your hard work cooking today!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Old Lin suddenly stood up, looking embarrassed, and said, "Wife... I think young people still need more experience. Is our son even capable of cooking? I've been cooking at home for years, let me do it. And the money..."

Mom: "I'm not going to get involved in that. You two can discuss it yourselves and decide who wants to take charge of the kitchen."

Upon hearing this, Lin Mo quickly clasped his hands in a fist and said, "I am willing to serve as the vanguard and take charge of all matters in the kitchen!"

Stealing jobs? No way. If it weren't for this thousand yuan, he wouldn't necessarily have to cook this meal. But with this money, the meaning is completely different. Today, he's determined to teach Comrade Lin a lesson and show him what it means for the younger generation to surpass the older.

The remnants of the old era have no place on the ship of the new era.

But Old Lin was not to be outdone. He clasped his hands in a fist and said, "Wife, give me eight hundred, and I'll definitely take down the kitchen and kill the fish and shrimp within an hour!" Lin Mo glared at him and said, "Mom, give me three hundred, and I'll definitely take down the kitchen and kill the shrimp within half an hour!"

Upon hearing this, Old Lin also objected, raising his voice: "Wife!! Give me a hundred, and within half an hour, I'll definitely defeat the cook and kill the shrimp!"

Lin Mo took a deep breath and said, word by word, "I want 10 yuan. I can definitely take down the chef and kill the shrimp within half an hour!"

If it weren't for the fact that cooking takes time and there are only two stoves in the house, he would have said 15 minutes, but he could ask for less money, but he really couldn't ask for less time!

Seeing the father and son start to fight it out, Zhou Min, the mother, was overjoyed: "Alright, Lin Mo, I appoint you as the vanguard. Hurry up and go to the kitchen for the final battle!"

After saying that, he put the cash back into his pocket. Seeing this, Lin Mo glared at his father before angrily rushing into the kitchen.

Old Lin didn't care; 100 yuan was the lowest price, any lower wouldn't be appropriate. Lin Mo, on the other hand, adhered to the principle of fighting for one's pride, and today he had to outdo his father and let him know that he was a product of the old era.

From now on, I'll earn the money and take responsibility for everything in this family. I can even cook now, so what reason do you have to raise your voice at me?

Soon, the sound of food being sizzled and popped into the oil pan could be heard from the kitchen.

Over the next hour, the couple went from being indifferent to being shocked, and finally stood at the kitchen doorway, watching their son turn on both stoves at the same time.

Since his mother prepared all the vegetables, he didn't have to spend time chopping them; he could just pick them up and stir-fry them.

For a moment, his kitchen was like a scene from World War II, with flames shooting into the sky. Lin Mo skillfully tossed the ladle, grabbing handfuls of seasonings from the kitchen and sprinkling them into the pot with ease. The whole set of movements was fluid and effortless.

With both pots working simultaneously, efficiency doubled, and even a lobster was placed in the oven in the kitchen.

These ingredients were originally prepared for Liu Ruyan, but at this moment, there's no time to worry about that; this stuff is easy to make.

Fortunately, it was Chinese New Year, so not every dish needed to be stir-fried. There were also some cooked dishes and cold dishes that his mother had already prepared and placed on the table.

Ten minutes later, dishes started coming out of the pot from time to time, and the couple took turns helping to serve them.

Lin Mo was working with great enthusiasm, completely unaware that he might have been set up by the two elders.

Spicy stir-fried beef, braised prawns, salt-baked jade snails, braised pork ribs, stir-fried green beans, blanched squid, Kung Pao chicken, braised pork belly—one dish after another was served.

With the cooked food prepared by her mother, such as roast chicken, meatballs, aspic, braised beef, and pig's trotters, an hour later, a table full of food was indeed prepared, leaving the couple dumbfounded.

As the last dish of lobster topped with garlic sauce was served, Lin Mo, just like He Rundong, clenched his fists, raised his arms high, and shouted, "Anyone else?!"

Thus, the King of Western Chu was born!
"Wow, son, you're amazing! You're fantastic!" Mom exclaimed excitedly, giving him a thumbs up.

Comrade Lin clasped his hands in a fist salute: "Awesome!!"

After saying that, he looked directly at the sumptuous meal on the table and continued, "I have to say, you're quite something, kid. No wonder you can run a restaurant. It smells delicious!"

As he spoke, he picked up a piece of Dongpo pork, put it in his mouth, and said, "Son, this braised pork is good. How much would a plate of this cost at your restaurant?"

Lin Mo: "28888"

Upon hearing this, Old Lin froze in his tracks, his chopsticks still in his hand: "Young Master Duo?"

"28888, that's four yuan a plate. This plate of ours must be worth at least 100,000 yuan!" Lin Mo said casually.

As soon as he finished speaking, Old Lin slowly put the meat back on his chopsticks, then widened his eyes like a famous comedian and said, "I didn't eat any!"

His expression, visibly panicked, was terrifying. Even if he hadn't been transferred, and was still a frontline worker, his annual salary wouldn't be enough for this plate of meat.

"Son, is it really over 100,000? You're not kidding, are you?" the mother asked cautiously from the side.

Lin Mo was speechless upon hearing this, and said, "Why would I lie? If you don't believe me, ask my girlfriend. Besides, if I weren't so unscrupulous, cough cough, if I didn't sell it at such a high price, how could I possibly make so much money?"

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(End of this chapter)