I originally thought that the remote village would not be able to produce any good food, but I didn’t expect that the banquet made out of it was comparable to a Manchu-Han banquet.
However, after Yang Tian saw the dishes clearly, his face turned pale.
No wonder he thinks these villagers are dirty, these people...cannibals.
"Come, come, sit down, sit down."
The village chief greeted everyone to the table: "You're welcome, you are a guest. Eat more, you won't want to go home after you're full."
"We're not hungry."
Yang Tian said directly: "It's getting late, let's go back and set up tents, so we won't disturb you."
After saying that, he was ready to leave.
Kang Cheng, who ate two meals of compressed biscuits that day, saw so many dishes. Although he disliked the bowls and chopsticks, he didn't care much about them.
"No, you're not hungry, we are."
he said.
He did not have the inexplicable respect that Wu Guangyao and Wang Kuan had for Yang Tian, so he had no scruples.
"You've been eating compressed biscuits all the way, and suddenly your stomach can't bear to eat something so greasy."
Yang Tian was silent for a moment and then spoke.
"It's okay, I'll eat less."
Kang Cheng blurted out without thinking.
"Mr. Yang, do you think our food is unclean?"
Gou Sheng, who led them in, came over and looked at him a little embarrassed: "Mr. Yang, don't worry, although our food is farm food, we pay great attention to hygiene."
"I'm not hungry."
Yang Tian refused again.
"Are our guests looking down on us?"
Several villagers were a little unhappy.
They worked hard and worked for more than an hour to prepare the food. They just took a look at it and said they were not hungry. Who are they trying to coax?
Yang Tian said nothing, but he had no intention of compromising.
Wu Guangyao and Wang Kuan were a little helpless.
In their perception, Yang Tian is not such a hypocritical person.
But seeing that the villagers were a little dissatisfied, they could only explain: "No, he..."
The two racked their brains, and finally Wang Kuan gave a random reason: "He has a bad stomach, so he is more careful about eating."
"Yes, don't worry about him."
Wu Guangyao quickly responded: "He won't eat, so we are hungry."
With that said, he and Kang Cheng took their seats together.
Seeing this, Yang Tian didn't say much. Before leaving, he saw Kang Cheng picking up the roasted whole lamb with chopsticks and putting it into his mouth. The corner of his mouth twitched slightly.
When he returned to the car, Gu Fangfang and Qian Ningshuang were so hungry that their chests were touching their backs.
He hurriedly greeted him: "How is it? Is there a place to eat? We are starving to death."
"Eat the crushed cookies."
Yang Tian said calmly.
He also took out a pack of biscuits and opened it.
"Isn't there a hotel in the village?"
Qian Ningshuang asked strangely.
Although they were only on the road for two days, they took a break and had a hot meal.
The remaining five meals were all made of compressed biscuits, and I was already craving for them.
"You're back, where are they?"
Gu Fangfang asked.
"The village held a reception banquet, and they stayed to eat."
Yang Tian replied casually.
"What!"
The two women exclaimed and shouted angrily: "Why should we stay here to eat compressed biscuits while they are eating well?"
"No! We have to go too!"
The two women share the same hatred.
"The human flesh banquet, if you want to eat, go and eat."
