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On the stove sat a few ears of corn that were pitch-black. They had been over-grilled and had turned to charcoal.

"It's just a few ears of corn. There's still more outside," Qiu Jin said.

"It's not about the corn," Geng Leyue retorted angrily. "He's been like this ever since he was a child. He deliberately goes against me about everything."

Been like this since childhood?

Qiu Jin was surprised.

"You guys are childhood sweethearts?"

"Who's a childhood sweetheart with him?!"

"Who's a childhood sweetheart with him?!"

Unanimous double negative answers mean affirmation.

After shouting loudly, Ji Qisheng could not keep moping (about the burnt corn).

He braced himself and bravely said, "...I didn't do it on purpose. I had no idea the fire was so big."

Seeing that Geng Leyue was about to say something, Qiu Jin patted Ji Qisheng on the back and spoke first, "How about you go out and bring back a few more?"

This time, the corn was not ruined. The yellow corn had a very strong aroma and was faintly charred, and the texture was soft and firm. Just a moment ago, the two of them were tit-for-tat, but now they were eating a mouthful of corn while smiling.

Qiu Jin sighed.

'He really is a kid.'

As the sun gradually set below the horizon, the last guest eventually showed up.

Even though it was quite some distance away, a slightly overweight old man approached with a suitcase and immediately began shouting, "Are there any pork strips stir-fried with yuxiang?"

When they heard his voice, everyone was startled and turned to look.

The final guest turned out to be Bai Tang?

The food critic who you could not even request (to attend an event) with a boatload of money? The person that could make a restaurant famous with just a single word of praise? The one with a poisonous mouth and a sharper tongue? That Bai Tang?

How did they get such a fussy man with a golden tongue to appear on a variety show?

When Qiu Jin heard Bai Tang's question, he felt a little embarrassed.

"I'm sorry, there is no meat today."

Bai Tang: "......"

Bai Tang was taken aback. The filming crew had tricked him to come with the promise of meat!

Afraid that this big shot would turn around and leave in a fit of anger, Shan Wen hurriedly chimed in, "But tomorrow, after breaking the corn, we can exchange it for money to buy meat in the town. It costs fifty yuan per box!"

In the end, Bai Tang stayed and ate two large bowls of rice for dinner.

After the meal, Shan Wen chatted with Bai Tang while washing the fruit.

"Bai-laoshi, people on the Internet claims that you only eat food delivered by air transport. Is that true?"

"That's the media writing without basis."

Bai Tang raised his eyebrows.

"That claim is based on the fact that I only eat fresh ingredients. If it's an ingredient from overseas, then in order to ensure the freshness, I will only eat it if it's delivered by air transport."

"So, the main point is not about the price and rarity, right?"

"Of course. Our ancestors say that seasonal and fresh food is considered to be the best."

Bai Tang pointed to the corn that had been eaten completely.

"Even if you're just boiling corn with water, there's no need to add anything else or do anything fancy. Being fresh is enough."

Shan Wen nodded. He felt the same way.

"Fresh ingredients are the purest delicacy."

Bai Tang reached into the bowl and took a freshly washed peach.

"Just like this peach, it is often picked raw and then ripened in order to maintain long-distance transportation. If you see it in the supermarket, it's likely that it's been picked for more than a week, so it's pretty bland, hardly like a peach."

Everyone nodded in agreement.

"However, the peach in my hand is different. I picked it ten minutes ago from the tree. Look at it, the rich aroma is about to burst out," Bai Tang explained, turning the peach toward the camera.

"Fruits of this maturity will never be found in supermarkets because they rot on the second day of transport."

Many people in the vicinity began to secretly swallow their saliva.

Bai-laoshi was very eloquent. It was a waste not to go on live broadcast to advertise fruit. He could describe a peach that was just ordinary and make it sound so appealing.

Qiu Jin was already full, but after hearing what Bai Tang said, he could not help but go over to a tree to pick a peach.

Fortunately, the peach's insides were already ripe. The skin cracked with the slightest squeeze, releasing its delicious liquid and drenching Qiu Jin's hand. Not wanting to waste it, he stuck out his tongue and licked the juices.