Farm Girl Turns Everything Around: Sly Husband, Let's Farm

Chapter 1307: Chapter 1106: Slaughter at Will_1 Chapter 1307: Chapter 1106: Slaughter at Will_1 Yang Hao rubbed his temples after hearing this explanation, “Your arrival was so sudden, Miss Qiao was completely unprepared.”

“It’s okay, just make anything,” the Chen family head said with a chuckle.

Yang Hao took a deep breath and turned to Fan Linong behind him, “Go and invite Miss Qiao over.”

Fan Linong agreed and immediately ran off.

Qiao Xiaomai was talking with Zhuang Luhe near the Warehouse when she heard Fan Linong’s message. She hurried out the door, and upon seeing the long line of carriages, she was dumbstruck.

Wasn’t this a bit too extravagant?

So many people coming to taste her cooking–were they trying to work her to death?

She wasn’t the chef for a village feast!

“Come here,” Yang Ye called to her, beckoning with his finger, “Don’t worry, these people have brought silver. Borrow some tables, chairs, plates, and bowls from the Utmost Flavor Restaurant, and buy more ingredients.”

Clearly, these distinguished guests wouldn’t use bowls and dishes from Anping Village–they would have to borrow from the Utmost Flavor Restaurant.

As Yang Ye spoke, he pointed towards the group led by the Chen family head, “Each person must spend at least ten thousand taels silver before they can leave. Serve anything good that you have.”

Qiao Xiaomai “…”

She swept her peach-blossom eyes over everyone present. Excluding coachmen and servants, there were nearly a hundred people–if each spent ten thousand taels silver, were they to take in a million today?

Upon hearing Yang Ye’s statement, the Chen family head’s expression did not change at all, and with a smile, he said, “Miss Qiao, we apologize for intruding so suddenly, but rest assured, we are here to savor the delicacies. As long as you serve anything, we’ll cover the cost with plenty of silver.”

After hearing this, Qiao Xiaomai slyly arched an eyebrow, interpreting their meaning as an invitation to charge as she pleased?

A smile spread across her young face, “Alright, I’ll start the preparations. You all please head to the manor for now, and I’ll have Sanlang show you around.”

“No need for Sanlang, I’ll take them on a tour. You and Sanlang better get busy, time is short,” Yang Ye took over the task of guiding the visitors.

Qiao Xiaomai couldn’t have asked for better, and after giving a few instructions, she hurried away.

Less than an hour remained until noon; time was pressing.

She asked Fan Linong to borrow bowls and chopsticks from the Utmost Flavor Restaurant in town, then upon returning, she instructed Qiao Zhaodi and Qiao Yindi to start fires and begin making Sour Plum Soup.

On such a hot day, they’d start with the Sour Plum Soup.

Finding a place to accommodate so many people for dining was another challenge. She instructed Tong Sanlang to gather some guards and go up to the mountain to chop wood.

They could erect a shaded pavilion with leaves, as there were no spare rooms for this crowd to dine in.

At that moment, Yang Ye ordered someone to bring the pigs for slaughter–three pigs personally selected by the Chen family head. Qiao Xiaomai asked Qiao Changshun to find people to handle that task.

It wasn’t just pigs; there were also chickens and sheep to prepare, plus they needed people to pick vegetables from the garden and catch crayfish in the backyard.

Of course, since crayfish were scarce, they wouldn’t need too many–the main dish for the day was pork.

Now that the manor had many hands available, with roughly twenty full-time workers and the guards offering assistance, the arrival of the Chen family’s entourage was sudden, but she was capable of handling it.

Tong Sanlang was quick to act, soon returning with branches in a horse-drawn cart. Dozens of guards worked together with a hammer and clatter, and a large shady pavilion was erected. Those among the nobles who weren’t interested in touring rested under the cool mats.

By that time, the Sour Plum Soup prepared by Qiao Zhaodi and Qiao Yindi was ready and had been chilled in the ice cellar before being served.

The Sour Plum Soup was stored in wooden barrels, freely available for unlimited drinking.

The nobles got their first taste of the chilled Sour Plum Soup and were immensely satisfied.

Cool and fragrantly refreshing, it felt as though they had been instantly transported from the scorching summer sun to winter–refreshing!

Undoubtedly as good as its reputation!

The rumors were no exaggeration!

Without a doubt, the trip was worthwhile for this bowl of Sour Plum Soup alone!