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Wang Xiaocong made a significant contribution here.

He scoured the imperial capital for chefs skilled in Sichuan and Hunan cuisine, perfecting the concept of ’spicy’ in every way possible: numbingly spicy, sweetly spicy, fragrantly spicy. The sensation of Sichuan pepper numbing the taste buds brought a rush of pleasure from the tongue to the heart, and many people loved it.

Even more thrilling were the performances by Yu Lao’er’s group and Wang Shengli’s group, who staged a competitive showdown.

In the village, it was common to see people twisting and turning in the yangge dance and singing. Whenever there was nothing to do, they’d gather in a square to beat the drums and gongs and stir up excitement.

And now, these two groups had begun their ’pk’ on the small square of the gourmet street.

In reality, there wasn’t a question of winning or losing. It was just Yu Lao’er’s people performing a show, followed by Wang Shengli’s people with another. Yet, to the tourists, this was all a display of cultural charm and lively festivity.

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Right now, Wang Xiaocong was following Shen Dong, acting like a tour guide.

Shen Dong obviously wasn’t here to enjoy the scenery. As he walked through the bustling streets, he asked in a tone heavy with implication, "Do you think we are favored by the authorities now?"

"What do you mean?"

"I’m thinking of selling land."

Wang Xiaocong was shocked to his core, even if they were favored, even if they could sell land, this gamble was massive.