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Hearing the mayor, who was usually a light eater and even somewhat anorexic, say this, the others became more interested. It was just a very ordinary steamed egg; how delicious could it be?

After taking a bite, he was stunned, his eyes lighting up: "Mmm, delicious, really delicious."

The plate of steamed eggs was gone in no time.

When everyone went to try other dishes, they were immediately drawn to the meat dishes. No one ate the braised pork after one piece, as it tasted much worse than the chicken and duck.

"Hmm, these chicken and duck giblets taste really good, there's no strange taste at all. I wonder how they're fed them."

"Wow, this old duck soup is amazing! It's so delicious. Why don't you try some, boss? It's said to be very nourishing and good for warming the stomach."

The assistant looked at his boss.

Cheng Aimin's hands were bony and he looked very thin. He was silent for a while before speaking, "Well, Xiao Li, have a bowl."

When Xiao Li heard that the mayor had offered to drink the soup, his eyes welled up with tears, and he nodded repeatedly, "Okay, I'll serve you the soup right away, it'll be ready soon."

He was overjoyed, but to outsiders, the mayor always appeared calm and composed, unfazed even by overwhelming pressure. However, no one knew that the mayor's health had actually been deteriorating for some time.

Those damned spies used to poison him frequently, causing the mayor to live under constant pressure. Eating had long become torture for him. When he became so thin that he could no longer hide it, they found out that he had long suffered from anorexia.

Eating was painful for him every time. If this continued, the mayor's body wouldn't be able to hold on much longer. It pained him to see this, but there was nothing he could do. The mayor never asked for anything on his own initiative.

Seeing his strong reaction, the others laughed and said, "What's wrong, Xiao Li? Why are your eyes red? You're the one who takes care of the leader's daily life. Look at how thin the leader is getting."

"He talks much less than before. Five years ago, the leader wasn't like this. Did you fail to take good care of him?"

Xiao Li twitched his lips slightly, lowered his head slightly as he ladled soup: "Yes, it was my fault for not taking good care of the leader. I will definitely improve in the future."

Holding a bowl of soup with a piece of chicken leg in it, I don't know if the mayor will eat it, but what if he does? He's too weak; how can he endure it if he can't eat meat?

He glanced at Xiao Li, who was looking down, but didn't say anything. He picked up his chopsticks and started eating. The chicken leg meat was tender and looked good. He put it in his mouth, closed his eyes slightly, and waited for that familiar feeling of nausea.

Chew it up and swallow it, hmm? It doesn't seem nauseating or vomiting.

Xiao Li secretly glanced at him and saw that the leader had actually eaten the meat, his body trembling slightly. He had really eaten it and hadn't vomited yet.

That's great! Has the mayor recovered? He must be, otherwise how could he eat so well at a restaurant? Oh, that's wonderful! The mayor won't have died from exhaustion.

After the meal, all the plates on the table were empty.

Officer Ding burped and smiled sheepishly: "The food here is really good. Did Reporter Lin take any pictures? We should promote it well. Once this restaurant becomes famous, it will be considered a specialty of our city."

"It's so delicious! Let's come here every time. I never knew there was such a good restaurant in this small town. It's much better than those fancy restaurants with their elaborate plating."

Others chimed in, "Yes, it tastes really good. In the past, when we went to other fancy restaurants, our boss would only take a bite and then not want to eat anymore, but this time he ate quite a lot."

"I'm so full, haha, it's great."

Mayor Cheng Aimin finally had a full meal, no longer having to endure the discomfort of not being able to eat and the stomach cramps. His complexion improved slightly, and his mood was no longer so gloomy.

A steady voice rang out: "The food here is really good. Come often in the future, and call the owner over too."

"I have something to tell him."

The others exchanged glances: "Boss, are you suggesting we choose this place for dinner after the meeting?"

"Yeah, those meetings can last for hours. It used to be tough to just grab something quick and easy. This place is cheap and delicious, so it's perfect for eating after a meeting."

"That's true, we should all listen to the leaders."

Sun Youcai was quickly summoned. He glanced at the reporter who was writing something, his eyes darting around before he quickly composed himself and asked with a smile, "Did you all enjoy your meal?"

Officer Ding nodded: "Great, the food was excellent. Your restaurant's food is superb. It would be perfect for the newspaper to promote it, and it could be a great specialty in the future."

"Food is the most important thing for people. Your restaurant is the first to be able to promote its unique features. Keep up the good work in the future."

"Oh, right, the boss has something to tell you."

Mayor Cheng Aimin looked over and said, "Boss Sun, we're planning to have dinner here at the beginning of next month, which is seven days from now, on October 15th, around noon and evening. There will be about fifty of us."

"You can make the arrangements as you see fit. The dishes should be prepared according to today's standards. The ingredients taste really good. You said you had a story to tell, so let's hear it."

When Sun Youcai heard that they were coming to eat, his heart jumped. Fifty people—that's enough for five tables! Where was he going to find such standard ingredients?

He panicked inside, but suppressed his emotions. The mayor had spoken; he had no right to refuse. He obediently replied, "Okay, I understand."

"These dishes are all made from the most basic ingredients: chicken, duck, pork, eggs, vegetables, etc. But the story is quite interesting. The locust plague here was in the newspaper before, and you should have seen it."

The mayor hummed in agreement: "What does this have to do with vegetables?"

Sun Youcai said earnestly, "Yes, I bought these chicken and duck eggs from a brigade farm in the countryside. The reason they taste so good is because they were fed with locust feed."

"After the locusts swarmed, the people of that brigade caught the locusts, crushed them, and mixed them with other hay and wheat bran to make feed. Then they dried them and stored them."

"The original intention was to solve the locust problem, but we didn't expect that the chickens and ducks would like the insect feed so much. They were originally ready for slaughter in four months, but they started laying eggs in three months."

"And these eggs all have double yolks. I'll have someone demonstrate for you all."

Soon Gao Jinbao came in, carrying two chicken eggs and two duck eggs. He deftly cracked them open and poured them into a plate. Each egg contained two yolks, their golden color looking very appealing.

Everyone watched in amazement: "This...is quite amazing! What's the name of that brigade?"

"Xiangyang Brigade".

"Xiangyang Brigade? I vaguely remember that. It seems to be a brigade with mostly barren land, a large population but little good farmland, and it's backed by mountains with many wild boars and wolves that often come down from the mountains to cause trouble in the winter."

"Yes, their brigade was also the first to finish the autumn harvest this year, with almost no reduction in production, which is very impressive."

Upon hearing this, the mayor looked up and said, "Oh, this brigade is quite interesting. Despite such a severe locust plague, they managed to avoid an early autumn harvest and reduced production, and they even managed to reuse the locusts as livestock feed."

"That's a good mind; I'll check him out if I have the chance."