Chapter 165: Chapter 165: A New Journey, Man Ting Park in Banna

There was a festival that Wang Fan had always been curious about, but he didn’t have the time or money to participate in it before. Now that his wallet is full, and he has plenty of time, he plans to make a trip.

Yunnan, Xishuangbanna — Water-Splashing Festival!

The considerate system was also supportive, directly issuing a task.

“Task issued: ’Please set up a stall at Xishuangbanna Man Ting Park starting next Monday, for five consecutive days, and sell at least 10 jin of food using ’chicken’ as the main ingredient, prepared in the Lu Dong style.’

’Task reward: Complete Lu Dong Recipe Book (already issued, will be retracted along with memory if the task fails.), Super Electric Wok (green, not upgradable, will be reclaimed if the task fails).’

’Special Task: Set up a stall at Xishuangbanna Man Ting Park for five consecutive days, and sell at least 100 jin of food using ’chicken’ as the main ingredient, prepared in the Lu Dong style.’

’Task reward: ’Chef Level +5, 10,000 points.’

’Super Electric Wok, which can use charge, direct power, and solar energy, with a maximum temperature of 1500 degrees, can quickly lock in the moisture of ingredients to ensure taste. Feature: Rinses clean with plain water, leaving no trace.’

Checking the time, today is already April 10th, and checking Qian Du says the Water-Splashing Festival is from April 13th to 15th every year, so going now would be just in time.

“Automatic driving activated, destination: Xishuangbanna Zhou Enlai Statue Square.”

“Ding, full automatic driving has started, total distance 2403.9 kilometers, passing through Erguang Expressway and Hangrui Expressway, estimated time 30 hours, setting off soon, please fasten your seatbelt.”

Wang Fan is absolutely in love with this automatic driving, how many recipes can he learn in those 30 hours?

Eagerly opening the Lu Dong Recipe Book, he discovered that the system seems to have spared no expense this time.

Although the task uses ’chicken’ as the raw material, the recipe provided covers all of Lu Dong’s cuisine, including all sorts of Lu Cuisine recipes, like Scallion Braised Sea Cucumber and Nine Turn Large Intestine, all surprisingly made the list.

About Lu Dong’s chicken, he originally knew only about Linyi Stir-fried Chicken and Dezhou Roasted Chicken, but during his idle browsing, he learned about other dishes like Zaozhuang Spicy Chicken, Qingyang Stir-fried Chicken, Shikou Roasted Chicken, Liaocheng Smoked Chicken, and the most outrageous of all, Jinan Yellow Braised Chicken Rice.

To be honest, he always thought Yellow Braised Chicken Rice was from Anhui!

It was also at this time that he learned Dezhou Turkey and Dezhou Roasted Chicken were not the same thing, the two are worlds apart.

Hmm, I wonder if dishes made with an excavator count as completing the task?

After a bit of joking, Wang Fan resumed studying the recipes and began mentally simulating the steps.

“Yellow Braised Chicken Rice is a traditional Lu Cuisine originating from Jinan, Lu Dong, known for its color, fragrance, and taste, with tender and delicious textures. The key to making Yellow Braised Chicken Rice lies in using fresh chicken thighs, cutting them into small pieces and soaking them, changing water to remove blood and fishy smells.”

“Supplemented with sauces like seafood sauce, soy bean paste, oyster sauce, chicken essence, and sweet wheat paste, along with spices like Sichuan pepper, fennel, and Amomum. ”

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“Arrived at the destination, automatic driving is closed, wish the host a pleasant journey.”

When Wang Fan got out of the car, the car had already parked itself. Just as he stepped out, he could immediately feel the difference here.

When he left Lu Dong, the daytime temperature was only about 14 degrees, but here it was definitely above 20 degrees, so he could obviously feel warm in his rather thick clothes.

It’s now Sunday past 9 a.m., and next to him are some breakfast vendors who haven’t packed up their stalls yet.

Last night, he idly made Yellow Braised Chicken Rice several times, so he wasn’t really hungry and prepared to stroll around a bit first.

Man Ting Park is the oldest park in Xishuangbanna, with a history of over 1300 years. It used to be the royal garden of the Dai King in Xishuangbanna and was a place of leisure and floral appreciation for feudal lords and tribal chiefs in the history of the Dai ethnicity.

Legend has it that the beauty of the park captivated the soul of the Dai queen when she came to play, hence the name Spring Joy Park, meaning ’Garden of the Soul’ in Dai.

There were already many tourists around, with groups of people everywhere taking photos, but Wang Fan was alone.

Strolling around, the scenery here made a big impact on him.

Harbin and Lu Dong also have beautiful landscapes, but the beauty here is entirely different from that of the north.

What attracted him most was that statue.

He couldn’t help but walk slowly towards the statue and look up at the elder wearing Dai traditional attire, smiling kindly, warmly, and affably.

The statue stands 4.5 meters tall, on a 0.5-meter high pedestal, flanked by six 5-meter-high white marble screens, decorated with bronze ethnic reliefs that vividly recreate the event of minority groups beating gongs and drums, singing and dancing to welcome this elder’s visit.

It’s easy to see from these patterns how much the people respected and loved this elder.

In fact, who wouldn’t love and respect this elder?

“Reading for the rise of Huaxia.”

This phrase, even now, is so powerful and resounding. Looking at the statue before him, a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy suddenly appeared in his mind, saying these words with a determined gaze. Wang Fan suddenly felt his eyes moisten.

He once had a hero’s dream, and he still had half of a martial arts novel unfinished.

When he died, he left behind nothing but a body full of pain and suffering, with no children or property.

Wang Fan bowed deeply to the statue.

His actions were not abrupt; many people around the statue were doing the same thing, their eyes just as moist.

Collecting himself, Wang Fan continued strolling inside the park.

He felt as if he had walked into a tropical rainforest.

Tall trees were lush and green, and sunlight filtered through the leaves, forming patches of light and shadow. Various exotic flowers and plants competed in splendor, their colors vivid and fragrant.

Walking along the path, a clear stream meandered by, flowing with a gentle murmur, with strange rocks along its banks and fish frolicking in the water.

The pavilions and towers by the stream possessed a classic beauty, harmonizing with the surrounding natural landscape. In the distance was a cluster of buildings with Dai characteristics, their golden rooftops gleaming in the sunlight.

It was like a magnificent painting where culture and nature perfectly combine, intoxicating those who visited, leaving them reluctant to leave.

Cooking in such an environment was truly a delight for both body and soul, and Wang Fan was extremely pleased with the system’s arrangement.

Following his intuition, he found his restaurant.

Though the restaurant’s name made him a little tense all over.

Honor of Kings!

If he remembered correctly, Shen Yu once posted a survey in the group, because the group was no longer just about rice noodle chasers, there were also steamed bun chasers, braised meat chasers, grilled skewer chasers; and so she wanted to change the name.

After some back-and-forth discussion, one name received unanimous approval.

The food made by Boss Wang was the best, and since Boss Wang’s last name was Wang, calling it King was not overboard, right?

Isn’t there a sense of honor in following the King on a culinary journey?

So calling it Honor of Kings is no problem, is it?

Wang Fan’s weak objection didn’t stir any waves, and the name was settled just like that, not expecting that his new store would adopt this name as well.

“System, can this name be changed?”

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