Seventh Uncle still remembered the scene described by the director to Song Tan. With the three of them there, he didn’t even feel like cooking dinner properly. Lao Song’s family still needed to eat, so he reluctantly picked up the large spoon and vigorously prepared a meal of four dishes and one soup. When the stainless steel large iron bowls were brought to the table, the director was dumbfounded, holding his chopsticks. To be honest, they’ve eaten at lots of rural home restaurants before, and sometimes, when filming in remote areas, making a big pot of food is quite normal. But the problem is, isn’t the size of your bowls a bit too big? Let’s count the people in the dining room— Simple and representative farmers Song Youde and his wife, the iron-hearted Song Tan’s family of four, the black-faced chef couple, a mafia boss and his tender, scholarly college girlfriend (suspected), and a gentle, fair, and handsome family tutor, along with Secretary Xiaozu who warmly greeted them and offered reasonable prices... Assistant Lianhua went to the mountains to eat with the mother-in-law. Altogether, there are barely 12 people, but with these 4 large bowls on the table, you could feed 30 people. The dishes are common enough, stir-fried lettuce with chili, green pepper and eggs, braised fish pieces, braised radish with meat. And finally, a silver ear soup. Once all the dishes were served, the room was immediately filled with the intertwined aroma of meat and vegetables, which might seem mixed elsewhere, but here... Accompanied by Song Youde’s cordial invitation: "Come on, everyone, eat, there’s nothing much, don’t be shy!" The director’s hands moved like lightning, quickly reaching his chopsticks into the large bowl in front of him without even seeing what it was, grabbing a big chunk first. Oh my! Braised dried fish pieces! The dried fish pieces were mixed with perilla, and those unaccustomed might not even try it. But the director, being a non-picky eater, took a bite and was instantly conquered by the chewy, firm yet fresh, fishy flavor! He widened his eyes, looking at the two cameramen beside him, who were also eagerly shoveling food into their mouths as if they hadn’t eaten in three days. To be honest, this kind of scene wasn’t something everyone was keen to watch. Everyone who came to the house for the first time was . Even if it wasn’t their first time, like Doctor Xiaoguo and Secretary Xiaozu, they were also shoveling food into their bowls, eating from whichever bowl came in front of them, without caring about gaining weight or whether they liked the ingredients. Just eat! Just hurry and eat! Midway through the meal, reason returned, courage was restored. The director looked at Song Tan with eager eyes, daring to think: "After the crew arrives, can your family provide meals daily ? No need to be too delicate, just like today will do." What does "no need to be too delicate" mean? Seventh Uncle put down his chopsticks with a dark face. Really the mountain pig can’t eat fine grains, do you know what it means to return to simplicity? "Is your crew this wealthy?" Song Tan was also shocked. "The cheapest vegetable here, the wholesale price is 20 per pound, are you sure you want me to supply the crew?" Director: ... Once again forgot that good things come with a price. He hummed and said, "Then, can we have it exclusively for the director?" "No," ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ n͟o͟v͟e͟l͟f͟i͟r͟e͟.net Song Tan shook her head, "Aren’t you filming with irregular meals? Our family can’t just wait for you to eat. Besides, making a single serving just for you isn’t worth the hassle; you should just eat the crew’s big pot meals." What she said was so cold and heartless, this director, who was quite favored in the circle, had no dignity here. He wanted to say that their three meals were quite regular, just often staying up late filming night scenes. But the tears at the corner of his eyes mixed with the food in his mouth seemed even more delicious. The director could only humbly nod: "But when you leave, can you sell me some of your vegetables?" That’s no problem, it’s just the right time as the mountain vegetables are ready. It’s time to inform Boss Chang. Dinner, unsurprisingly, caused everyone to eat too much, so Song Sancheng simply took them for a walk to the dormitory behind the mountain. The night breeze gently blew, streetlights brightly illuminated the main road, and the shadows of trees swayed on both sides; four men walking on the main street still felt quite safe. The only one at home interested in this director was probably Song Sancheng, as shooting TV shows still seemed quite novel to him! At this moment, after asking a few questions, the director immediately noticed and said quickly: "Actually, the scenery here is especially beautiful. If tourism were developed, it could boost the whole village’s economy, right?" Song Sancheng was an honest man. He thought for a moment: "Maybe. But I think the tourists are unreliable. In terms of making money, growing vegetables under our own management is a long-term stable business." With his thinking, tourists come during flowering seasons but don’t come when there’s nothing to see. That money isn’t stable, making people anxious. To farmers, being down-to-earth and seeing the harvest step-by-step is what makes them feel secure. Fine, fine, you rural folks are so straightforward, right? He simply changed the direction: "I saw Qiaoqiao broadcast live from your place, saying the mountain scenery is just too beautiful! Alas! It’s a pity no one appreciates it." "Why is no one appreciating it?" Song Sancheng looked at him like he was joking: "We see these blooming flowers every day, lots of villagers even post them on Douyin." "Once the fruits ripen later, everyone will appreciate them more." He said this proudly again, "You don’t know, Tantan said last year’s production wasn’t enough, she dared not even sell them online. The fans have followed for so long, this year we’ll sell some anyway." "By that time, maybe tens or hundreds of thousands of people will be able to appreciate it!" Director: ... How is it that oil and salt don’t penetrate here? He cleared his throat: "Indeed, your products are really good. But only selling them online, wouldn’t that be a bit cumbersome, a bit too small-scale?" "If you could become a representative rural or urban enterprise, like having a film crew come to shoot or actors promoting it online, wouldn’t that make business even more booming?" Isn’t it booming enough already? Even if it booms more, there’s nothing left to sell, what’s the point of booming? Song Sancheng, being an honest man, turned and asked: "What’s a representative rural enterprise? Do they give awards? Would county leaders come?" "Tantan went to the Imperial City at the end of last year to participate in some Hou Ji selection. They seemed to give us a certificate, also in a foreign language, claiming it was global and said we’d gain fame abroad..." "But she said there wasn’t enough production, so she didn’t go, just took the title. Perhaps it would speed up the approval route in future village construction..." "That award was still decent, the city knew about it, and Secretary Xiaozu knew so many people; a random invitation—guess what?!" Song Sancheng, spirited, proudly said: "At the end of the year when we slaughtered pigs, the mayor came to our house! Even took pictures with us, I hung it on the wall, didn’t you see the photo?" "Is what you said, that kind of representative?"