That day at noon, Yang Ruxin made a spicy chicken dish, a sour and spicy shredded potato, and a boiled pork slice. Although there was not enough chili to make it very spicy, it still made everyone have an extra bun...
The crowd finally understood that when Yang Ruxin said all this was money, she wasn't exaggerating. It was clear that if such dishes were offered in a restaurant, they would undoubtedly be a hit.
"No way, I've got to find someone to plant this stuff soon, and the medicinal herbs as well..." Yang Ruxin, having finally satisfied her craving for spicy food, put down her chopsticks, couldn't wait any longer, and stood up, "I'm going to the village chief's house."
"I'll go with you," Gu Qingheng quickly got up and followed her.
