585 The Price of Friendship (1/2)

It was a night without any dreams.

When Ling Ran opened his eyes, the curtains shone with yellowish-red light, which was the result of the blazing sun shining on it.

”What a sunny day.” Ling Ran opened the curtains. He shielded the sunlight with one hand and looked outside. He saw a thick green pasture not far away.

In Bazhaixiang, there were only two or three streets of buildings in total, but there was a rather large square in the center. Although it was early in the morning, many people were walking their dogs, jogging, holding devil's ivy, or hugging their cats while wandering between the streets.

Across the square was a small hill that was not too high or low, and it was separated by a street and a river. When Ling Ran stood in the hotel, he could see the pavilions and temples on the hill. The small winding roads made it clear that those paths were not easy to traverse.

After washing his face and brushing his teeth, he went downstairs. He planned to have breakfast in the small building next door. When he got out of the door, he smelled the familiar smell of a car.

Although it was only a small town with three streets, the three streets were full of cars, and there were also a lot of e-bikes as well as motorcycles on the road...

Ling Ran frowned in disdain. He had a great dislike toward dirty artificial buildings and chaotic order, and it was second to his dislike of primitive forests.

It was pretty impressive that Bazhaixiang had both things together.

*Shick.*

The sound of the oil pan could be heard from the small canteen ahead. Ling Ran could not help but think of the surgeons during the Napoleonic Wars. At that time, the best way to stop external trauma was to spill oil on the wound and use a soldering iron on it.

”We recommend fried pancakes for breakfast, it's a specialty of ours.” The staff sitting at the entrance of the cafeteria had her head lowered and played with her phone as she spoke when she heard the sound.

Then she looked up again, and she saw Ling Ran's chin. She could not help but tremble. She put down her phone and even stood up before he said, ”We also made porridge and five dishes today, all of which are self-service, and there's also soymilk with white sugar next to it, you can put it if you like it...”

”Thank you.” Ling Ran nodded and went to find a plate.

The staff at the door felt as if she had lost something, and she whispered, ”If I knew, I wouldn't play with my phone.”

”You said the same thing the last time you were caught by the boss.”

”Being fired by the boss is no big deal. I can just find another job. That can't be compared with this opportunity. I'll not play my phone tomorrow and just stay here and wait for Doctor Ling to talk to him.”

”Talk about what?”

”I can introduce him to our fried pancakes...”

The most famous thing in Bazhaixiang was their fried pancakes.

No one knew how it became famous and when it became famous.

The method was nothing special as well. The skin was just a bit crispier, the inside was slightly soft, and it won in its flour and aroma in oil... Taste-wise, if it were from the capital, Beijing, people from all over the place might praise it, but in a village like Bazhaixiang, it was naturally regarded in disdain.

It would only be mentioned once when the people here served guests in banquets.

Ling Ran ate fried pancakes with porridge and a few other small dishes. He did so quietly.

In only half a minute, Hua Tao received news and rushed over. He held a plate of meat in his hand.

”This is Wuding chicken, Doctor Ling. You have to try it.” The Water Conservancy Bureau Head smacked his lips. He raised his chin and puffed his chest. He was in high spirits.

”Eating chicken for breakfast?” Ling Ran was a little hesitant.

”This is not an ordinary chicken.” Hua Tao put the plate in front of Ling Ran and smiled before he said, ”Wuding chicken is Yunnan's specialty, but this Wuding chicken I have here is the most authentic and most powerful of all Wuding chickens. It seems like a rooster, but it's not. ”

Department Director Hong passed by with a plate and saw it. He sat down and took a look at Hua Tao's plate. He smiled and said, ”This must be a capon since you described it so mysteriously, let me have a taste of it.”

”It's for you to taste, but you might not be correct in saying that it's a capon.” Hua Tao pushed the plate forward and said, ”It seems to be a rooster but it's not a rooster, but it's not a capon as well.”

”It's not?” Department Director Hong took out a cigarette and looked at Ling Ran. He did not light it up, but sniffed it and placed it beside his ear.

Hua Tao liked Department Director Hong cooperating with him in the conversation, and he said decisively, ”No. If it were a capon, it wouldn't be anything special.”