"You share the surname Dong, the Three Eastern Provinces, it's freezing over there. I share the surname Dong, Great Lu Dong, it's bright and sunny here. Dong, the Three Eastern Provinces, known for ginseng, mink fur, and deer antlers. Dong, Great Lu Dong, famous for the Yellow River, Mount Tai, and the Three Confucian Sites, both Dong from the same root. Visiting family is such an honor, filled with laughter, going to the Northeast. All Dong from the same root, visiting kin is so glorious, full of joy, coming to Lu Dong. Dong, come to Lu Dong, it's got mountains, water, and scenery..."

At around 9 in the morning, a promotional video quietly appeared on Weibo. Upon closer inspection, it was found to have been posted by the Lu Dong Cultural Tourism Bureau.

The video showcased some of Lu Dong's scenic spots which looked very beautiful, but the music...

"OMG! As a person from Lu Dong, watching this promotional video was so embarrassing I wanted to dig a hole to crawl into a three-bedroom apartment!"

"At first, seeing my hometown's promotional video made me quite delighted, but upon clicking it, I felt like I died on the spot!"

"We Shandong folks love speaking in inverted sentences, but is Lu Dong's way of saying 'Dong' a bit too much?!"

"Is this the legendary 'extremely uncool to the point of being cool'? Does it match the pictures you've attached?"

"Hey? Why aren't you Lu Dong folks laughing? Do you not like laughing?"

"I've moved overnight, I'm not from Lu Dong, don't mention me, thank you."

"Look at the promotional video below. Starting this year, tickets to Mount Tai are free from the first day to the fifteenth day of the first lunar month. That's quite a gesture. I recently checked, and the snow scenery of Mount Tai seems pretty good too."

"Whether Mount Tai is beautiful or not, I don't know, but this promotional video is truly out of place."

"I'm on the train heading to Mount Tai. Can I still cancel my ticket now?"

"I've already landed, half an hour early. Except for my butt feeling a bit sore from the bumpy ride, everything else is fine."

"What a coincidence, I just landed too. Shall we team up?"

...

"Don't cook lunch, bring mom, dad, and the kids to my place."

Wang Zhi is in the shop making a phone call to his family.

Chu Yun asks doubtfully, "Go there to catch the northwest wind?"

"Hey? Would I let you come to catch the northwest wind? A newly opened kebab place here has such amazing flavor. I'm telling you, in all my years in Lu Dong, I've never tasted lamb skewers as good as this!"

Chu Yun doesn't believe it, "Really? Better than the ones Grandpa Zhao cooks in Zibo? Hard to believe, Grandpa Zhao has been perfecting his craft for over thirty years."

"Don't doubt it, I truly think they're better than Grandpa Zhao's. The tenderness, I'm telling you, is simply amazing. Trust me, just come over. I'm going to place the order with Boss Wang now."

Seeing her husband being so insistent, Chu Yun reluctantly agrees, "Alright, just order a bit less for us. We've been eating too much meat lately; I think my blood pressure and blood fat levels are going up. Need to control it."

"Alright, as long as you can manage to control it."

After hanging up, Wang Zhi heads over to Wang Fan's shop. Seeing him enter, Wang Fan asks, "Got a count on how much you need?"

Wang Zhi nods, "Let's start with 500 skewers."

Wang Fan is taken aback, "Wow, your family is taking on my entire day's workload? Do you all have big appetites or do you think my skewers are too skimpy?"

"Including your parents, spouse, and kids, you're only seven people, right? Can you really eat that much?"

Wang Zhi smirks, "It's not just my parents, but also my in-laws, and who told you I only have one child? I have three daughters and a son; the daughters aged 18 and 15, and the son 14. They're at the age where they can truly dig in. I'm starting to wonder if 500 skewers will be enough."

"Whoa, I salute you. Handling 500 skewers for 10 people isn't too ridiculous after all."

Wang Zhi snorts, pleased with Wang Fan's reaction, but as he's leaving, he turns back with an unwilling question, "Is it really just lamb skewers? If you have other things, I'll order more."

Wang Fan shakes his head, "Right now, I'm only cooking lamb skewers proficiently. I'd need to buy other ingredients to practice before selling them. If it's not good, I'd ruin my own reputation."

"Alright then, get things prepared, we'll be there soon; about 11:30 I reckon."

"No worries, as long as people are in place, the skewers will definitely be in the stomach."

Satisfied with Wang Fan's words, Wang Zhi leaves.

Wang Fan then opens the System Mall to place orders, adding lamb kidney, potatoes, and baby cabbage along with the lamb skewers. He's planning to practice cooking lamb kidney and baby cabbage in the afternoon.

On this kebab stall, the real profit comes from the veggies, not the meat, and they make eating more enjoyable when combined. It remains to be seen whether the customer flow can sustain it.

This morning, when posting photos in the groups, some group members mentioned they were already on their way. It's uncertain if they're teasing me.

No matter what, if no one shows up, I'll figure something out, maybe seek help from Kong Weide.

After more than an hour of ordering lamb, Zhang Ming arrived at the top of Mount Tai with a cart.

Once he got the meat, Wang Fan immediately started the marination process. He doesn't want his first order on this new map to make people uncomfortable eating it.

At around 11, two cars stopped at the parking lot at the foot of Mount Tai.

The car doors opened, and eight people got out one after another; they were none other than the entire family of Boss Wang.

Boss Wang's father was easily identifiable, a square face just like the boss. His three daughters and son were also easy to recognize; similar square faces, leaving no need for paternity tests.

Fortunately, the daughters resemble their mother, looking rather intellectual.

"Little Yun, are you sure the delicious barbecue is on Mount Tai?"

A sprightly-looking elder in his sixties asks Chu Yun; he's Chu Yun's father, Chu Guoqiang.

Before they arrived, she didn't have the heart to tell them where they would eat, merely mentioning going out for delicious barbecue because she felt unsure about eating well on Mount Tai.

"Yes, Wang Zhi said a newly opened barbecue place up there tastes particularly good, claiming it's better than the ones Grandpa Zhao cooks in Zibo. He urged me to bring you all over to try it."

Shen Yun dodges responsibility, implying that whether it's good or not is Wang Zhi's problem. Should it disappoint, blame him, not me.

"Since we're here, let's go, in-laws. Let's go up and check."

"Let's go, let's take the cable car up."

"Go if you want, I'm not going! What's so good about lamb skewers, I want to go to Ju Fengde!"

Amid the conversation, a disgruntled voice rings out.

Hearing this sound, a "well" character pops out on Chu Yun's forehead, and she feels some troubling emotions setting in as this unruly son prepares to act out again!

Walking up to him, Chu Yun grabs his ear, "Ju Fengde what Ju Fengde? With that 200 score of yours, still dreaming of Ju Fengde? You're lucky you're not stuck with just bread and pickles instead!"

"I'm not going, I won't go, I want Ju Fengde!"

The youngest son is stubborn as a mule, refusing to back down while his mom pinches his ear, loudly protesting.

As the family's sole grandson, the old man cherishes him dearly.

"Sweet grandson, it's too late today. Shall we go tomorrow? Your grandpa is still here; you wouldn't starve him, would you?"

The little boy's ear is red from pinching, yet he remains defiant.

"I don't care! I'm not going up! I want Ju Fengde!"

"If Wang Jingze dies of hunger, sprawls outside, jumps off here, he still won't eat a bite of this!"

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