Chen Lin stood up, brushed the bits of leaves off his hands, and turned around.
When his gaze met Gao Yuliang and the other two, something stirred in him.
Well, damn. What a presence.
Though the three were dressed plainly, the composure and authority that radiated from deep within them were not things ordinary people could fake.
Especially the elderly man with glasses at the front. His gaze was calm, yet seemed capable of seeing right through a person.
Chen Lin immediately reached a conclusion: retired bigwigs.
So what?
He put on a warm smile and walked up to them without hesitation. "Hello, gentlemen. I'm the owner here, Chen Lin. Was there something wrong with the food?"
"No, quite the opposite." Gao Yuliang looked past Chen Lin at the vegetable patch and fishpond behind him, his expression complicated. "Young man, we wanted to ask... where do you source your ingredients?"
Chen Lin smiled.
He pointed behind him. "I don't have a supplier. The fish you ate were raised in this pond. The vegetables were grown in this patch."
Silence.
A deathly silence.
Disbelief and shock appeared on Ding Yizhen's and Ji Changmin's faces at the same time.
They hurried to the edge of the vegetable patch. Ding Yizhen even reached out, his hand hovering above a plump tomato. He could clearly see that its skin was as smooth as a mirror. Not even the finest organic farms could grow fruit this perfect.
This defied the laws of plant growth!
This wasn't scientifically possible!
Gao Yuliang fixed his gaze on Chen Lin's face, trying to see right through him. "Young man, you're not joking with us, are you?"
"Sir, do I look like someone who enjoys making things up?" Chen Lin spread his hands, his expression utterly sincere.
Gao Yuliang fell