Yun Zhaozhao: "A thousand?"
Wen Xu: "Ten thousand, that's the most I can do."
Yun Zhaozhao: "..."
Are rich kids' money really that easy to make these days? Maybe I should consider opening a restaurant exclusively for them!
Chapter 93
In the end, Yun Zhaozhao still asked Wen Xu Daoist Chang Kong to cook Wen Xu a golden fried rice with eggs.
Of course, she didn't actually take ten thousand yuan from Wen Xu; she only symbolically took one hundred yuan. After all, with the cooperation imminent, Yun Zhaozhao didn't want to give anyone cause for gossip.
Actually, a bowl of fried rice costing 100 yuan was already quite expensive for Yun Zhaozhao, but Wen Xu was very touched and even thought that Yun Zhaozhao was a really good person.
Yun Zhaozhao: "..." Never mind, whatever makes you happy.
What moved Wen Xu even more was that the golden fried rice that night was absolutely delicious. In Wen Xu's opinion, it was definitely worth 10,000 yuan.
I don't know how the cafeteria chef managed to fry the rice so well, but every grain was fragrant, soft, and soaked in the aroma of egg and sauce. There were also some side dishes in the fried rice, and Wen Xu told me exactly what they were. Anyway, every bite was rich in flavor and left a lingering fragrance in my mouth.
So much so that Wen Xu ate every last grain of the large plate of fried rice with eggs.
After finishing his meal, Wen Xu was too lazy to leave any further. After all, he still had to discuss cooperation at Clear Breeze Temple the next day, and if he left now, he would have to come back early the next morning, which would be too much of a hassle.
Fortunately, the Clear Breeze Temple has now been rebuilt, with many more rooms available for guests to stay overnight. So Yun Zhaozhao had Daoist Cen and Daoist Mao take the people to the new temple and then arranged for Wen Xu to stay there.
What Yun Zhaozhao didn't know was that Daoist Cen and Daoist Mao had arranged for Wen Xu to stay in the room next to the ten junior Daoist priests at Clear Breeze Temple.
So much so that Wen Xu Wen Xu was woken up early the next morning by the chattering of a group of children. Before he could even realize where he was, he was startled by a bunch of heads by the window.
Seeing that Wen Xu was awake, the group of children who had just met Wen Xu yesterday started chattering and calling him "brother" again.
"Brother, you're awake? Would you like to come and watch us practice Tai Chi Chuan?"
"Brother, we're going to have breakfast later, do you want to come with us?"
"Brother, brother..."
Wen Xu covered his eyes with his hand to calm himself before speaking, "Wait for me."
Wen Xu didn't shower last night, just quickly washed up and went to bed. Now, before the Daoist temple opened for business in the morning, he quickly took a shower, changed into his usual clothes, and went out to watch the group of chattering young Daoist priests practice Tai Chi Chuan.
Wen Xu initially thought these adorable little kids were just messing around with Tai Chi Chuan, but to his Wen Xu, they actually performed quite well, and two of the slightly older kids even had a certain force in their movements.
Wen Xu was stunned.
Seeing this Daoist Cen and Daoist Mao, who were in charge of teaching the children martial arts, said with great pride, "How about it? Pretty good, right?"
Wen Xu praised without reservation, "Indeed!"
Daoist Cen: "With skills like that, if you need bodyguards when you grow up, you can consider them. Don't you rich people all need bodyguards?"
Wen Xu: "Who told you I'm rich?"
Daoist Cen: "The golden fried rice told me. The whole temple was buzzing about it overnight, saying that a God of Wealth had come to our temple and we should worship him."
Daoist Cen wasn't actually telling the truth, because the original story was that a foolish God of Wealth had come to the Daoist temple, and they had to make offerings to him.
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The project manager from President Wen's side arrived in City A by high-speed rail at noon the next day.
Because there is no subway in this area and transportation is not particularly convenient, Yun Zhaozhao specially drove the Daoist temple's car with Tang Li to pick them up at the high-speed rail station.
There were two project leaders present this time, and both were women. The older one Huang Xi, who was the overall person in charge of the project, and the younger one was named Lin Qi, who was probably Huang's assistant.
The two of them came here less to discuss project cooperation and more to conduct on-site inspections. After all, Yun Zhaozhao and President Wen had already discussed the project extensively over the phone, and only some details of the cooperation were missing.
Huang Xi and Lin Qi came here this time to conduct an on-site inspection of the breeding environment of the farm at Clear Breeze Temple, and also to explore the feasibility of building a branch factory in City A.
Yun Zhaozhao first warmly welcomed General Manager Huang and Lin Qi, and then enthusiastically helped them into the car.
After getting into the car, the first thing General Manager Huang said wasn't about the cooperative project, but about Wen Xu: " President Wen's only son, Wen Xu, arrived in City A yesterday. I wonder if Temple Master Yun has met him yet?"
Yun Zhaozhao smiled and said, "I saw him. He's probably still at our Clear Breeze Temple right now!"
Huang Xi was quite surprised to hear this.
It wasn't that Wen Xu was particularly unruly, but before setting off for City A, when Wen Xu heard that they were going to a Daoist temple, he was clearly reluctant. Huang Xi had initially thought that Wen Xu would at most make a brief appearance at Clear Breeze Temple and then leave, but judging from Yun Zhaozhao's words, it seemed like Wen Xu would stay at Clear Breeze Temple the whole time?
This piqued Huang Xi's curiosity. Was Clear Breeze Temple some kind of fun, that even Wen Xu couldn't resist lingering there?
Huang Xi's original plan was to go straight to the farm after arriving, but now she decided to change her plans and visit Clear Breeze Temple first. Anyway, the farm isn't far from Clear Breeze Temple, and it won't take much time to go there and back.
When Yun Zhaozhao heard that Huang Xi was going to Clear Breeze Temple, she was quite welcoming. "Then I'll have someone prepare lunch, and we can eat and chat there."
The drive from the high-speed rail station to Clear Breeze Temple takes about an hour. Huang Xi and Lin Qi closed their eyes and rested for half an hour on the way, until the car slowly entered Clear Breeze Temple, at which point they began to concentrate on the scenery outside.
To be honest, the urban area of City A is pretty much the same as most second- or third-tier cities, just streets, buildings, and all sorts of vehicles. But once you get to Clear Breeze Temple, the scenery gradually changes from urban to pastoral.
Although we didn't see much water along the way, there were many fields and mountains. Moreover, the air felt much fresher after leaving the city.
The car paused briefly at the entrance of Qingfeng Park for a few seconds before entering the park through a side gate—a gate that had only recently opened specifically to facilitate the entry and exit of vehicles from Clear Breeze Temple and the park itself.
Lunch, as usual, was arranged at the old dining hall of Clear Breeze Temple.
Because it was a business dinner, the dishes were relatively formal. In the center was a wood-fired shredded chicken, made with free-range chickens raised at Clear Breeze Temple Farm. Then, moving clockwise around the chicken were rice-fish, lotus leaf rice, country-style steamed egg custard, stir-fried mushrooms and bok choy, braised pork trotters, and winter melon and meatball soup.
Although Wen Xu wasn't in charge of the project, he was still a guest of honor. Along with Huang Xi and Lin Qi, there were three people on their side.
So, to coordinate, Yun Zhaozhao also sent three people. In addition to herself and Tang Li, Yun Zhaozhao also called Lin Banxia.
Why call Lin Banxia? Because Lin Banxia can drink, and she's not as busy as Xiaojiu.
This was Wen Xu's fourth meal at Clear Breeze Temple —he also ate breakfast Clear Breeze Temple, having corn porridge and vermicelli buns.
To be honest, Clear Breeze Temple has one really impressive thing about it: each of the four meals he ate was basically different. And the ingredients all looked very ordinary, like anything you could find anywhere. It was nothing like the Wen Xu restaurants Wen Xu had eaten at before, where they would always use caviar or Australian lobster imported from some country.
But Clear Breeze Temple has the ability to make these ordinary ingredients taste the most authentic. Wen Xu ate, he felt like he had returned to his childhood, like eating at his grandparents' house.
It feels very familiar, even a little nostalgic.
It's a pity his dad isn't here; otherwise, if he came over and had a taste, his dad might actually cry from the effort.
After all, he misses his grandmother's cooking, but if his father said it, he might miss his mother's cooking.
Huang Xi and Lin Qi also praised the food on the table. When Yun Zhaozhao explained that all the food and drinks were grown and raised on the farm itself, their confidence in the collaboration grew even stronger. After all, only good mountains, good water, and a good environment can produce the most natural and top-quality ingredients!
Especially for people like them who work in food processing, isn't that exactly what they value?
Hearing that Huang Xi and Lin Qi could both drink a little, Lin Banxia poured them some green grape wine personally brewed by Daoist Chang Kong. The wine was clear and green, like a spring, and its appearance was very appealing. A light sip revealed a slight tartness from the green grapes, but the aftertaste was mostly sweet. It also had a refreshing fruity aroma, unlike ordinary wines that leave a bitter aftertaste. In short, it was a perfect wine for girls.
Yun Zhaozhao couldn't hold her liquor, and Tang Li had to drive in the afternoon, so initially it was just the three girls drinking. But as they drank, Wen Xu joined in, holding his glass.
Lin Banxia glanced at him and said something surprising, "Minors aren't allowed to drink!"
Wen Xu. He might look young, but he was already an adult, and he hated it when people said he looked like a minor, so he rolled up his sleeves and demanded a larger cup.
Yun Zhaozhao: "A large cup costs extra."
Wen Xu: "Fine, I'll add more money. Is ten thousand enough?"
Yun Zhaozhao: "Take it easy, or the Daoist priests at Clear Breeze Temple will start calling you Wen Ten Thousand (meaning 'Wen Ten Thousand')."
Wen Xu: "..." You only Wen Ten Thousand! Your entire Daoist temple Wen Ten Thousand.
Watching the interaction between the two, Huang Xi felt confused but couldn't help being curious. "What's this 'Wen Ten Thousand '? What does it mean?"