The Ultimate Feast: A Billionaire and a Tofu Vendor Fight Over Meat!

At the end of the long street, the waterside platform draped with bright red silk was already packed with people.

Hundreds of earthen stoves, built of yellow mud, are lined up in a row, with thick fruitwood firewood crackling as it burns.

The flames greedily licked the blackened bottom of the pot, the hot oil churned, and white smoke billowed.

The air throughout the ancient town was filled with an irresistible aroma of meat and wine.

Lin Mo steadily carried Jiang Ruoyun on his back, and amidst deafening cheers, stepped onto the blue stone steps covered with a red carpet.

He carefully bent down and gently put the person on his back down.

Jiang Ruoyun landed steadily on her soft embroidered shoes.

Through the red veil depicting mandarin ducks playing in the water, she secretly reached out her finger and gently hooked it in Lin Mo's palm.

Lin Mo grabbed her soft, boneless hand and led her to the center of the platform.

In the main hall, there were two heavy, carved armchairs.

Jiang Jianguo, dressed in a crisp Zhongshan suit, pressed his hands firmly against his knees, trying hard to project the majesty of a billionaire.

But his bloodshot eyes and his slightly trembling shoulders had already given away his trump card.

Song Wan sat beside her, dressed in a silk cheongsam in an ink-wash style, looking calm and composed.

She extended her hand, adorned with a jade bracelet, and gently placed it on her husband's trembling hand, patting it twice.

This silent reassurance instantly suppressed Jiang Jianguo's emotions, which were about to break down.

The town's most respected old village chief is acting as the master of ceremonies today.

The old man cleared his throat, and his loud voice pierced through the thin mist of the water town.

"The auspicious time has arrived! The newlyweds shall perform the wedding rites—"

Lin Mo, holding Jiang Ruoyun's hand, slowly turned around.

Before them lay the vast expanse of green waters of Jiangnan and the endless red bridal procession stretching for miles.

"Bowing to Heaven and Earth—thanking this blessed land of water for bestowing upon us this perfect match!"

Lin Mo lifted the hem of his dark red wedding dress, his expression solemn.

Jiang Ruoyun clasped her hands together and, through the hem of her veil, bowed deeply along with the man beside her.

This bow is a tribute to the mountains and rivers, and a thank you for the meeting across thousands of miles.

"A second bow to the parents—to express gratitude for their profound kindness and enduring love in raising and nurturing us!"

The two turned around and faced their parents, who were sitting in the main seat.

Jiang Jianguo finally couldn't hold back anymore.

Tears welled up in his eyes instantly, and he quickly turned his head away, hastily wiping his face with his sleeve.

"Good...good child, get up quickly, the ground is cold."

His voice was hoarse, and he no longer resembled a business tycoon; he was more like an old father who couldn't bear to part with his beloved child.

A gentle glint appeared in Song Wan's eyes as she smiled and nodded.

"Husband and wife bow to each other—making a vow to grow old together, embarking on a long journey through life!"

Lin Mo and Jiang Ruoyun stood facing each other.

He lowered his head slightly, his gaze falling on the exposed section of her fair and delicate chin.

Jiang Ruoyun smiled sweetly and bowed gracefully.

Their breaths mingled in the air, and their hair intertwined gently in the breeze.

"The ceremony is complete! Bring in... Oh wait, let's start the feast! Everyone's starving!"

The old village chief's incredibly down-to-earth twist brought the originally touching atmosphere back to the everyday realities of life.

The audience erupted in thunderous laughter and cheers.

The most hardcore banquet in history has officially begun.

This ten-mile-long banquet, stretching along the ancient town's river, completely broke down all class barriers.

An incredibly magical scene unfolded vividly on this bluestone path.

The powerful and wealthy elites of Beijing who must use VIP channels to enter and exit places and are particular about the source of their drinking water.

At this moment, they have all shed their aloof facade.

There was no rotating round table covered with a snow-white tablecloth, nor a sommelier in a vest.

There was only a greasy, square table and a narrow, uncomfortable wooden bench.

A financial tycoon worth tens of billions is standing next to a table with a bitter face.

He carefully protected his Italian handmade custom-made suit.

"Auntie, could you put your basket of vegetables down a bit? Could you leave me half a seat?"

The financial tycoon rubbed his hands together and smiled ingratiatingly at Aunt Zhang, who was selling breakfast.

Aunt Zhang rolled her eyes, peeling garlic in her hand: "Who are you calling 'Auntie'? Can't you speak properly! Call me 'Sister'!"

"Yes, yes, ma'am, please have mercy, I've been starving all morning."

"Don't you understand the principle of first come, first served? If you want to eat at Immortal Lin's feast, you have to follow the rules here!"

Aunt Zhang snorted and then reluctantly moved the vegetable basket a crack open.

The financial tycoons were overjoyed and quickly squeezed over to sit down, even if only a third of their buttocks were touching the bench.

Another table.

Grandpa Li, who slaughters pigs in town, sits astride a long bench with an air of authority.

He held a chipped, rough porcelain wine cup and sipped a mouthful of local liquor.

Sitting next to me was a senior executive of a listed company who was usually serious and unsmiling.

The executive was staring at a plate of cold houttuynia cordata salad on the table, swallowing hard, and had just reached for his chopsticks.

Old Li smacked his chopsticks at it: "Young man, don't you know the rules? Cold dishes are meant to be eaten with wine!"

As he spoke, Grandpa Li poured a full glass of strong, spicy liquor for the executive.

The executive coughed from the spiciness, but nodded repeatedly in agreement, showing no sign of anger.

The "prime spot" next to the stove had long been occupied by two people.

Wang Cuncun, head of the Department of Ancient Architecture at Tsinghua University, and Zhou Yang, a master of traditional Chinese painting.

These two titans, whose combined age is over a hundred, each held a pair of bamboo chopsticks in their hands at this moment.

Two pairs of eyes, like searchlights, were fixed on the largest iron pot.

"Old Zhou, how much longer do you think this pot of meat will simmer? My mouth is watering."

Wang Cun's Adam's apple bobbed up and down, just like a kindergarten student waiting for lunch.

"What's your rush! Good meat is worth the wait! Don't try to take that piece with the cartilage from me later!"

Master Zhou Yang puffed out his beard and glared, his chopsticks already tapping rhythmically on the edge of the table.

Lin Mo, as the head chef and director for today, has long since shed his elaborate wedding attire.

He was wearing only a clean white shirt, with the sleeves rolled up above his elbows, revealing a section of his muscular forearm.

He stood in front of the stove, holding a huge, long-handled iron ladle in his hand.

"It's cooked perfectly! Take it out of the pan!"

Lin Mo gave a low shout and suddenly exerted force on his wrist.

The moment the heavy wooden pot lid was lifted.

An extremely domineering and rich meaty aroma, almost tangible, swept through the entire street like a storm!

That was top-quality braised pork, simmered for a full three hours with more than a dozen spices, fine rice wine, and rock sugar.

The skin of the pork is bright red and translucent, with an alluring amber luster.

The marbled chunks of meat trembled slightly in the thick, stringy broth.

"Braised pork is here!"

The young man carrying the dishes moved between the eight-immortal tables, holding a large blue-and-white porcelain plate.

The plate had just been placed on the table.

Those Beijing bigwigs who usually pay attention to their manners instantly turned green with envy.

Just now, that financial tycoon ripped off his silk tie.

He simply ripped off his bespoke suit jacket and threw it onto the back of the chair.

He rolled up his sleeves, grabbed his chopsticks, and joined the fray for the meat.

"Old Wang, you've gone too far! Your bowl is piled high with food!"

Master Zhou Yang stood up in a hurry and tapped Wang Cunxin's hand with his chopsticks.

Wang Cun, protecting his rice bowl, his mouth greasy, mumbled a retort.

"I got this meat through my own skill! Who told you to be so old and slow-witted!"

Grandpa Li, who was butchering a pig, picked up the largest piece with his chopsticks and proudly raised an eyebrow at the executive next to him who was worth hundreds of billions.

The executive was so angry that he slapped his thigh. He could only channel his grief and anger into his appetite, turning around to grab the meat gravy at the bottom of the plate to mix with his rice.

The suit was stained with soy sauce, and the shirt was stained with oil.

Nobody cares.

On this long street, all restraint and class barriers are completely shattered in front of this bowl of braised pork noodles.

The sounds of chewing and exclamations mingled with laughter and shouts as people scrambled for food.

It played the most vivid and lively symphony of humanity.

The atmosphere at the main table was even more enthusiastic, reaching its peak.

Jiang Jianguo had long since forgotten about his father-in-law's authority.

He held a white porcelain wine glass, his old face turning as red as a ripe tomato as he drank.

He stood up unsteadily and put his arm around Wang Cunxian's shoulder, who had just finished grabbing the meat.

With his other hand on Zhou Yang's neck, he spoke with a thick tongue and a boastful tone.

"Come on, masters! Let's have a toast!"

Jiang Jianguo was so excited that he even stepped onto the long wooden bench.

The ruthless and decisive tycoon in the business world.

At that moment, with a hoarse voice, he began to sing off-key Peking Opera.

"I stand on the city tower admiring the mountain view—good wine! good meat! Hahahaha!"

He smiled so hard his eyes narrowed into slits, and all the wrinkles on his face smoothed out.

He was just a happy old man who got drunk and acted crazy at the village entrance.

Song Wan sat not far from him, holding a small glass of aged wine in her hand.

She looked at her husband's flustered yet utterly genuine state and shook her head helplessly.

Behind the gold-rimmed glasses, however, lay an irrepressible gentle smile.

The banquet was in full swing, and everyone was arguing heatedly over a piece of meat or an extra glass of wine.

No one noticed that the newlyweds had quietly left the bustling center of the event.

At the end of the long street, there is an ancient blue stone bridge spanning the clear water.

The water flows gently under the bridge, reflecting the lights of thousands of homes on both banks and the fiery dragon-like banquet.

The night breeze on the bridge was slightly cool, dispelling some of the heat in the air.

Lin Mo held Jiang Ruoyun's hand and stood quietly at the bridgehead.

The red veil on Jiang Ruoyun's head has been lifted.

Her stunningly beautiful face shone with a captivating soft light in the distant firelight.

Those peach blossom eyes held an unyielding affection and dependence.

She leaned her head on Lin Mo's broad shoulders and naturally wrapped her arms around his lean waist.

"Lin Mo".

She murmured softly, her voice gentle and sweet, with a touch of intoxicating charm.

"Um?"

Lin Mo tilted his head slightly and gently rubbed his chin against the top of her head.

"Look down below."

Jiang Ruoyun stretched out her fair finger and pointed to the bustling street in the distance.

A billionaire and a vegetable vendor are clinking glasses.

An academic giant and a pig butcher became acquainted over a piece of meat.

This incredibly magical scene, however, reveals the most genuine warmth and human touch.

"This meal..."

A satisfied smile appeared on Jiang Ruoyun's lips, like the most beautiful flower in the night.

"It seems like everyone has truly achieved their goals."

Lin Mo did not speak.

He pulled his arms around her and held the spoiled yet sensible young lady tightly in his arms.

The night breeze ruffled his white shirt as he looked down at her.

The usual languor vanished completely, replaced by an unfathomable gentleness and determination.

He raised his hand and gently pinched her soft cheek with his long, slender fingers.

"What's the rush?"

Lin Mo's voice was deep and magnetic, exuding a reassuring power.

"Our journey has just begun."

"Bang--!"

A loud bang ripped through the night sky.

Immediately afterwards, countless dazzling fireworks burst in the sky above the ancient town.

The colorful lights illuminated the clear water, the old street, and the two people embracing tightly on the blue stone bridge.

From their initial encounter in a dating reality show to their eventful marriage.