The pastoral life of the grass tribe chief

Lu Yao didn't think the fat man was being delusional; he did indeed have a method that could make people feel nauseous and vomit at the smell of alcohol. However, he knew that the fat man's father would not accept his help.

"I only have this one hobby. If you don't let me drink, my life will have no meaning."

The fat man's father often said this.

"I have a prescription. Can you convince your dad?"

Lu Yao asked him.

The fat man could only manage a wry smile; he didn't know what to say.

"You didn't just contact me to chat, did you?"

Lu Yao asked him again.

"It's nothing much. I asked Lao Yang to send me some local specialties. He told me he's coming to Guangdong in a couple of days, but he didn't say whether it's for business or personal reasons. Did he tell you?"

"That's what the fat man said."

He didn't say.

Despite the humor and witty nature of Shen Qiuyang's videos, he is actually a somewhat introverted person in real life. He only talks more around people he knows well, and he prefers to handle everything on his own rather than bother others, which is similar to Lu Yao.

Have you noticed that Lao Feng has been acting a little strange lately?

"The fat man asked."

"Something's not right?"

"I've been a bit too busy lately and haven't been able to chat with him much."

Lu Yaodao.

"That's where things are not right."

"He used to brag to the three of us about beautiful scenery, delicious food, and beautiful women from all over the place whenever he had nothing to do. But lately he's been disappearing. He takes forever to reply to my messages, and after a few words, he suddenly disappears without ever explaining himself."

"That's what the fat man said."

"He's in heat."

Lu Yao said in a tone of certainty.

"Didn't he say he'd rather date and marry a woman in a game than a woman in real life?"

The fat man jumped up from the sliding chair as if someone had stepped on his toe, his mouth agape.

"I just hadn't met someone I truly liked before."

Lu Yao was an experienced person; when feelings come, one can't control oneself.

Even monks would renounce their vows for women, let alone ordinary people.

"This guy is a total simp in the game, is he a simp in real life too?"

The fat man felt a chill run down his spine when he thought of Xu Feng fawning over the computer screen.

"It's best not to make fun of others casually, because you might feel even worse when it's your turn."

Back in high school, his deskmate Xie Wenjun also mocked Luo Shaolin for being a simp, but he ended up crying himself unconscious in the dormitory bathroom for a girl, becoming the laughing stock of their dormitory.

"I will never be a simp, never."

The fat man pounded his chest with a loud thud.

Lu Yao smiled.

No one knows who they are until that day comes.

Lu Yao returned to the house across the street, where Lu Liquan was chatting with his father in the living room.

This is a case of someone not visiting a temple unless they have a specific reason.

Lu Liquan is arrogant and doesn't care about anyone. But when he needs something from someone, he immediately changes his attitude and treats you better than his own father. Once he's done the favor, he ignores you again.

"Uncle Quan, let's eat here."

Lu Yao greeted them and went to the kitchen to cook.

"No need, I'm going back."

Lu Liquan picked up his cigarettes and lighter, and walked away with a smile.

"Dad, what did he want to see you about?"

Lu Yao asked his father while chopping onions.

"His second son wants to build a house and asked me to sell him the small plot of land behind the new house."

"They're all from the same village, and I've already agreed to it."

Lu Lide said.

Lu Yao didn't say anything.

When the house was built, there was a small corner at the back where we planted two papaya trees.

"Dad, did you take his money?"

Lu Yao suddenly thought of something and asked his father.

"No, he said his second son would come to my door in person when he gets back."

"What's wrong?"

Lu Lide asked.

"Tell him to give us the haystack next to Uncle Guang's house, and don't ask for more money from him."

Lu Yaodao.

The haystack was only two-thirds the size of the back corner of the house. Given Lu Liquan's penchant for taking advantage of small things, he would definitely feel that he was getting a good deal and would readily agree.

He had actually been thinking about how to buy that haystack, but given Lu Liquan's solitary nature, he might not sell it, which presented a good opportunity.

"What's the use of that little bit of space?"

Lu Lide was puzzled.

"Just take it off, I need it."

Lu Yaodao.

"I'll talk to him sometime."

Lu Lide didn't think much of it; if his youngest son said it was useful, then it was useful.

In the afternoon, Lu Yao still took the time to send a bottle of Solomon's Seal herbal tea to Fatty.

On my way home, I passed by the madman's house and was invited in for tea by him.

The three of them—the madman, Lu Jijun, and Lu Ligen—were drinking tea.

"Who's eating shit again?"

Lu Yao tossed his car keys on the table, hooked a chair over with his foot, and sat down, smelling a durian scent.

Lu Jijun and Lu Ligen pointed to the madman.

"They don't even wash their mouths before eating shit."

Lu Yao felt utterly contemptuous.

"Tch, so what if they didn't leave you any shit to eat? You're acting like a dumped, resentful woman."

Even the madman scorned it.

Lu Yao's phone rang as soon as he put it down.

"The big boss is looking for us; there's another show tonight."

Lu Jijun saw that it was Li Yunbo calling and said enviously.

"Brother Yao, come over to the farm for a couple of drinks."

Li Yunbo moved the camera, and Lü Xing, Chen Cai, and Lin Tao appeared in the frame.

"I'm going home to get some good stuff." Lu Yao hung up the phone and then said to Lu Jijun, "Brother Jun, could you please be our driver tonight?"

"It is my honor to be Mr. Yao's driver."

Lu Jijun knew that Lu Yao didn't need a driver; there were plenty of designated drivers at the entrance of Maoyuan Farm. He just wanted to get some good food himself.

Lu Yao went straight to the frog pond in Shiquangou, caught more than ten stone frogs, went back to get the ingredients, and went to the field to tell his mother before leaving.

When Lu Jijun and Dianzi saw Lu Yao return, they waited at the intersection.

"Master, stone frog nourishing soup."

Upon arriving at Maoyuan Farm, Lu Yao took the stone frogs and ingredients to the kitchen.

Lu Xing and his two cousins ​​used to come here often to eat crispy grass carp.

Lu Xing knew that the crispy grass carp at Maoyuan Farm was raised by Lu Yao, but he wasn't familiar with Lu Yao at that time.

He knew Li Yunbo, but they weren't exactly close, and they didn't often run into each other at the farm.

Lu Xing and his group met Li Yunbo and became friends with Lu Yao. Their attitude towards Lu Yao, their best friend, was naturally different. In addition, they were all businessmen and had common topics, so they felt like they had known each other for a long time.

"You guys have a lot of influence. Stone frog tonic soup? I never even dared to dream of it before."

Li Yunbo finally had a chance to vent his pent-up grievances.

"Tch, what's there to complain about? I've just caught a few big bosses for you, and I'm getting them to promote you for free."

Lu Yaodao.

"So, does that mean stone frogs can be served on the dinner table?"

Li Yunbo's eyes gleamed with greed.

"Aren't you upset anymore?"

"The madman joked."

"I'm not wronged, of course I'm not wronged."

"Brother Yao, I love you, so sweet!"

Li Yunbo made a heart shape with his hands towards Lu Yao.

Everyone at the table got goosebumps and vomited.

Soon, the stone frog nourishing soup was served.

The moment the lid is lifted, a delicate and fresh aroma, mingled with a subtle fragrance of medicinal herbs, fills the air, instantly invigorating the spirit and stimulating the appetite.

"Come on, everyone, enjoy yourselves! Don't be shy."

Li Yunbo said.

"This soup is delicious, sweet without being fishy, ​​and refreshing without being greasy."

"The meat is more delicate and pure than chicken or frog meat."

"The frog skin is the essence of the soup, so I won't be polite."

"The chef's skills are excellent. This meat doesn't need to be chewed; it melts in your mouth with just a gentle touch."

"If the chef's skills weren't up to par, he would have been fired by our Chairman Li long ago."

"We trust Chairman Li's taste."

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