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Since he didn't need to transfer the car, Yang Fan drove to Qingshan Town before the sky brightened. In order to not arouse suspicion, he parked the golden cup outside the town and entered the space within the jade pendant, using the spirit spring to wash his spirit body.

After Yang Fan recovered his strength and spirit, he began to control the artificial pollination of the vegetables and fruits in the space. There was no wind in the space, and no insects were used as a medium to spread the pollen.

When he was almost done, Yang Fan nibbled on a cucumber, ate a tomato, and drank some spring water. He closed his eyes to rest for a while before finally driving to his uncle's restaurant.

"Uncle, you're up so early to work?" Yang Fan jumped down from the golden cup carriage with a giant watermelon in his arms. He greeted his first uncle, who was sitting in front of the restaurant picking dishes.

"Eh? Xiaofan, why are you here so early? And he even drove a car, whose car is this? " His first uncle was extremely surprised when he saw Yang Fan. It wasn't even seven in the morning yet, why was his nephew here so early?

"Hehe, I'm from Jiang-Nan city, and I borrowed this car from a friend. Where's aunt? This is a high-tech watermelon that I specially bought and brought back for you to try. " As he spoke, Yang Fan entered the room, preparing to place the platter sized watermelon into the kitchen.

"Xiaofan, your watermelon …." At this moment, First Aunt, hearing Yang Fan's voice, came out of the kitchen and saw the huge watermelon Yang Fan was carrying. She was so shocked that she couldn't speak for a while.

If it wasn't for Uncle Yang Fan and his wife making such a big fuss, anyone who saw the huge watermelon, which weighed more than a hundred jin, would have been stupefied. This watermelon was not only big, but also good-looking.

Yang Fan had also thought about it. As long as he didn't sell any fruits and vegetables at a large scale, there wouldn't be any trouble. Some fruits and vegetables were very common, and eating a few fruits and vegetables from time to time didn't matter much to his relatives and friends.

"Xiaofan, you haven't eaten breakfast yet, right? Just a moment, auntie will make it for you. " Saying that, First Aunt was about to go back to the kitchen and start cooking the noodles.

Yang Fan's first uncle was called Zhong Runqiang, a member of the Zhong Family from Qing Mountain Village. Like Yang Shu Gou, his first aunt was called Yang Xiu-li, and like Yang Fan, they were both Yang Shu Gou's people.

This was the case in the countryside. There were a few villages nearby where many people were related to each other. In terms of seniority, they were extremely chaotic, and it was impossible to explain it clearly.

"Auntie, don't be busy, I've already eaten on the way. "Oh right, wait a moment, there's still a barrel of good stuff in the car, I'll go get it." Yang Fan turned around and returned to the golden cup carriage. He then carried a large barrel of amber liquid into the restaurant.

"What is this?" First Aunt asked curiously, "Is it soy sauce? Why is it so fragrant?"

"Hehe, this is a secret seasoning that a friend of mine in the city got from home. Whether it's fried vegetables or soup, as long as you put in a little bit, it will become very delicious. With this, our restaurant's business will be very good."

Inside the plastic bucket was not some secret seasoning; it was just some spices that Yang Fan had brewed in the Jade Pendant Spaces before dawn.

Zanthoxylum bungeanum, Octagonal (Large material), Angelica alba, Herba Herba, Cardamom, Lilac, Cinnamon, Amomum villosum, Branches... After half an hour of waiting for some common spices and a large vat of Spatial Springs, the secret seasoning that Yang Fan had described was ready.

Encouraged by the tomato sauce and the chili sauce, Yang Fan went to the market and bought a large amount of spices. Originally, he wanted to sell them to Bai Mei after he was done cooking them, but because Mazhong's group of scum had suddenly appeared, Yang Fan decided on the spur of the moment to drive back to Qingshan Town.

As he was temporarily unable to do business with Bai Mei, his Eldest Uncle's business was able to take care of it. The rate at which his Eldest Uncle consumed tomato sauce and chilli sauce was too fast, and Yang Fan was unable to supply Eldest Uncle often, so he simply stewed a large barrel of seasonings with Spatial Springs and left Eldest Uncle to cook and cook some soup every time.

Yang Fan was extremely grateful to his first uncle's family. Previously, their family had received plenty of care from their first uncle and his wife. Although the secret of the Spatial Springs couldn't be shared with them, it didn't prevent them from enjoying the benefits of the Spatial Springs.

Yang Fan planned to sell Bai Mei the space seasonings he wanted to make with ten percent of his spring water and add it into the water. However, the seasonings he gave his first uncle were made with 100% of his space spring water. Naturally, relatives would be much more important than an outsider; space spring water was indeed precious, but compared to his first uncle's family, 20 to 30 kilograms of space spring water was nothing.

Xiaofan, such a fragrant secret seasoning, it must be worth a lot of money, right? Where did you get so much money to buy it? " Although her first aunt was drooling from the smell of the spice, her mind told her that such a large vat of spicy food was definitely worth a lot.

"Hehe, you two don't need to worry about that. A while ago, I partnered up with a few classmates and made a small fortune. This, my mom also saved up a lot of your money when she borrowed it!"

As he said this, Yang Fan took out three thousand yuan from his backpack and stuffed it into his aunt's hands. He did not give her any more, even after borrowing three thousand, she still gave him three thousand back.

At this moment, a large pot of beef soup was ready in the kitchen. Yang Fan added two spoonfuls of spice into the pot, and scooped some into a small bowl for Zhong Renjiang. "Uncle, how's the taste of the beef soup?"

The beef broth was the main brand of the Zhong Family's old restaurant. However, because Qing Mountain Village's economy was poor, coupled with the fact that there was more than one restaurant in the village, the restaurant's business was not that good.

Zhong Runqiang saw Yang Fan place seasonings in the beef broth that he was reliant on, but he did not get angry. He knew that his nephew had always been a very steady and prudent nephew; no matter what he did, he always had a sense of propriety.

He dared to swear that ever since he was young, he had never tasted such a delicious beef broth. Back when he was a teenager, he had worked at a restaurant in Jiang-Nan city, and even the beef broth there wouldn't be able to cook this flavor.

"Auntie, you try it too." Yang Fan took out a bowl and gave it to his first aunt.

"Alright, looking at how your uncle is, this beef broth definitely tastes good!" Yang Xiu-Li smiled as she picked up the bowl and took a sip. Then, her eyes widened even more than Zhong Renjiang's, "Xiaofan, you're right. Our restaurant's business is going to get really hot this time!"