Chapter 194 The Manipulation of a Jar of Dried Radishes, The Richest Man's Self-Conquest

After saying that, Lin Mo turned around and went back.

He ignored the four towering black-clad bodyguards blocking the front of the car.

He simply tightened his coat, stood tall, and walked back to the courtyard house with unhurried steps.

The four bodyguards looked at each other, none of them daring to stop this living ancestor who could even control his own boss.

Jiang Jianguo stood at the front of the car, watching Lin Mo's figure disappear behind the courtyard gate.

For once, a complex expression of tension and anticipation appeared on his dignified face.

The business tycoon's Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.

Images from last night's birthday banquet began flashing wildly through his mind.

A jar of casually picked-out Hundred Flowers Wine can make countless billionaires swoon.

Something that would make Lin Mo go back to the kitchen specifically to get it, and something that would guarantee him a month of "good appetite".

What kind of priceless treasure must it be?

Could it be some kind of lost imperial health regimen?

Or is it that this kid can actually concoct some rare, longevity-enhancing pills?

Jiang Jianguo's heart raced as he thought about it.

He even subconsciously straightened his bespoke suit, stood up straight, and prepared to receive this great gift.

Jiang Ruoyun stared intently at the gate of the courtyard house with her beautiful peach blossom eyes.

She now has blind confidence in Lin Mo's abilities.

Before long, familiar footsteps echoed on the bluestone slabs.

Lin Mo came out from behind the door.

His steps remained calm and relaxed, carrying an air of serene indifference untouched by worldly concerns.

But in his arms, there was a small black ceramic jar sealed with yellowed yellow paper and tied with a red rope.

The surface of the pottery jar is not smooth; it even has rough textures left from the firing of the clay.

It looks just like any other broken jar used for pickling vegetables in a typical farmhouse courtyard.

Lin Mo walked up to Jiang Jianguo without saying a word.

He reached out and solemnly placed the somewhat heavy black earthenware jar into his father-in-law's arms.

Jiang Jianguo instinctively took it with both hands.

It felt slightly cool to the touch, and the weight of the earthenware pot pressed firmly against my palm.

But he froze on the spot.

Those deep eyes were filled with astonishment and bewilderment.

He stared at the plain, even somewhat rustic, black jar in his arms, lost in thought for a long time.

"Lin Mo, what's this?"

Jiang Jianguo looked up, his face full of doubt as he stared at his son-in-law, who always surprised him.

"Is this the ginseng and deer antler you secretly hid?"

"Or is it some kind of rare supplement reconstructed from ancient books?"

He tried to find a sophisticated reason to justify the crude jar's status.

After all, something that Lin Mo could use as the ultimate weapon to appease the richest man couldn't just be a broken pot, could it?

Hearing his father-in-law's serious guess, Lin Mo's lips curled into a faint smile.

He casually leaned against the car door, one hand in the pocket of his casual coat.

"Dad, you're overthinking it."

Lin Mo's voice was steady, with a reassuring, down-to-earth quality.

"This isn't ginseng or deer antler; your stomach can't handle too much of those highly nourishing things right now."

He stretched out his long, slender finger and gently touched the edge of the black pottery jar.

"This contains my secret recipe of dried tangerine peel and radish."

The air in the room seemed to freeze for a moment.

The four black-clad bodyguards standing in a row had their eyes twitching wildly, and they almost couldn't keep their sunglasses on.

Jiang Ruoyun, who was standing to the side, couldn't help but burst out laughing.

She quickly covered her mouth with her fair hand, but her eyes curved into beautiful crescent moons.

Jiang Jianguo became even more rigid.

He, the richest man in Beijing, turned down a decision-making meeting on a multi-billion dollar merger and acquisition deal just to make a living.

Braving the cold wind, they came to the alley entrance early in the morning to stop cars and block the door, they didn't even care about their reputation.

So this kid just tried to fob him off with a jar of dried radish?!

"Dried radish...?!"

Jiang Jianguo's eyes widened, and his voice changed tone.

"What I'm lacking isn't this pickled vegetable; what I'm lacking is your cooking for me!"

He felt his intelligence had been severely insulted and was about to lash out.

Lin Mo calmly raised his hand, interrupting him.

"This is not your average pickled vegetable."

Lin Mo spoke calmly, yet with an absolute confidence in his skills.

"The finest aged tangerine peel from Xinhui, paired with the crispest and sweetest white radish after the first frost."

"Cut into strips, air dry, knead in sea salt and a special blend of spices, and marinate in the shade of the backyard for about half a month."

"If the time is not right, or the heat is even slightly off, it won't have that right flavor."

He looked at Jiang Jianguo's unpredictable old face and continued slowly.

"You've eaten too much greasy sea cucumber and beef these past two days; your stomach has been protesting for a while now."

Every morning, I cook a pot of the simplest white rice porridge.

"Serve it with two pieces of dried tangerine peel and dried radish from this jar."

"Sweet, sour, salty, and savory, crisp and refreshing, it's the best for cutting through grease and nourishing the stomach."

Lin Mo narrowed his eyes slightly and offered his final comment.

"You absolutely cannot buy this taste even if you take gold bars to the most upscale restaurants outside."

Upon hearing this description, Jiang Jianguo's Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.

He was originally a gourmand who had been spoiled by Lin Mo.

At this moment, I hear the words "crisp and refreshing" and "relieves greasiness".

His stomach, which had been tormented for three days by Michelin-starred French cuisine and top-grade Wagyu beef, surprisingly twitched.

Jiang Jianguo lowered his head, half believing and half doubting.

He reached out his hands, which had signed countless large deals, and carefully pulled off the red string at the mouth of the ceramic jar.

The yellowed oil paper was slightly lifted, leaving a tiny gap.

The moment the seal was opened.

It has a unique aroma of aged tangerine peel and an extremely appetizing salty and savory flavor from fermented radish.

It was like an invisible hook that pierced straight into his nasal cavity.

The flavor wasn't strong, but it had a rich and refreshing quality that whetted the appetite.

"Gurgle..."

A perfectly clear swallowing sound rang out in the quiet alley.

Jiang Jianguo couldn't help but swallow hard.

He quickly resealed the oil paper, as if afraid the fragrance would disappear.

The expression that had been full of disgust was now completely changed.

In those deep, old eyes gleamed a light that only a true gourmet would have when he saw an unparalleled delicacy.

Although he didn't say anything, the way he tightly hugged the pottery jar revealed his true thoughts.

This dried radish is definitely a good thing.

Seeing his father-in-law's tsundere attitude, Lin Mo knew the time was right.

The most effective way to deal with this kind of arrogant old foodie is to give them a slap followed by a sweet treat.

He straightened up, abandoning his previous nonchalant attitude.

His expression became serious and solemn.

Lin Mo looked into Jiang Jianguo's eyes and then delivered the fatal blow.

"Dad, please stay home and wait for us."

"The reason I went to Jiangnan for a month was to resolve the current troubles and, incidentally, to help Ruoyun relax."

He paused, his tone revealing an irresistible sincerity.

"Wait until we return from Jiangnan."

"I'll cook you the most authentic 'Buddha Jumps Over the Wall' myself to help you recover."

Upon hearing the words "Buddha Jumps Over the Wall".

Jiang Jianguo's already tense nerves snapped completely.

As a seasoned gourmet, he knew all too well the portion size of this dish.

Authentic traditional Buddha Jumps Over the Wall requires dozens of top-quality ingredients such as abalone, sea cucumber, fish lips, and yak skin gelatin.

It is simmered in broth and Shaoxing wine for three days and three nights.

It was an ultimate masterpiece that perfectly blended the freshness and aroma of all the delicacies from the mountains and the sea.

Those so-called Buddha Jumps Over the Wall dishes sold on the market for tens of thousands of yuan a bowl are not even as good as dishwater when compared to the real traditional method.

And now, this son-in-law can make a jar of wine smell like magic and pickle dried radishes into a delicacy.

She even personally promised to cook him the most authentic Buddha Jumps Over the Wall soup.

A natural and effortless "Dad".

A jar of secret-recipe dried tangerine peel and radish, worth its weight in gold.

In addition, there's a dish called Buddha Jumps Over the Wall, which is painted on a cake but makes people's mouths water.

The combination of physical and magical bribery struck Jiang Jianguo's weak spot with pinpoint accuracy.

At this moment, the CPU of this billionaire's brain completely overheated.

He stood there, frozen in place.

My mind is filled with images of Buddha Jumps Over the Wall, its golden broth bubbling and exuding an exquisite aroma.

As for the cross-border merger and acquisition deal, or Lin Mo going to Jiangnan to escape to a quiet place.

He completely forgot about it.

Jiang Ruoyun looked at her father's stunned expression, as if he had been completely controlled.

She felt both helpless and amused.

All her earnest advice to her own daughter was no match for Lin Mo's jar of dried radish and a meal.

This man's emotional intelligence and control are simply terrifyingly high.

They always manage to subdue even the most difficult people with ease.

It took Jiang Jianguo a full half minute to snap out of his reverie about the delicious food.

He held the can of dried radish tightly in his arms, as if he were holding the imperial seal of the Jiang Group.

His old face flushed red with excitement and the realization that his thoughts had been seen through.

But his pride as an elder and the richest man still made him stubbornly persist in his last act.

He cleared his throat stubbornly, trying to cover up his embarrassment.

"Cough... You said it yourself!"

Jiang Jianguo put on a stern face and adopted the authority of a father-in-law.

He glared at Lin Mo, but his tone was much softer than before.

A promise made is a promise kept.

"I've put that Buddha Jumps Over the Wall soup on my tab. If even one ingredient is missing, I'll make you pay!"

After he finished speaking, he turned his head and glanced at his daughter sitting inside through the car window.

His eyes finally regained the tenderness that belonged to a father.

"Go early and come back early!"

"Take good care of my daughter while I'm away."

"If you dare to starve Ruoyun to the point of losing even half a pound, I won't let you get away with it, you brat!"

After Jiang Jianguo finished speaking this proud and arrogant piece of advice,

Without giving Lin Mo a chance to reply, she turned and walked towards the Maybach, clutching the black ceramic jar.

"withdraw!"

He waved to the four bodyguards who were watching the show, and walked briskly, clearly in a hurry to go home and have some plain porridge with dried radishes.

The four bodyguards, feeling as if they had been granted a pardon, quickly made way and followed their boss into the car.

The Maybach started, turned around, and quickly disappeared into the morning mist at the entrance of the alley.

A tense crisis of blocking the door was effortlessly resolved by Lin Mo in an atmosphere full of everyday life and comedy.

Lin Mo watched the taillights of the departing car and shook his head with a smile.

He opened the driver's side door and got in.

The carriage was warm, and Jiang Ruoyun was looking at him with bright, adoring eyes.

"Chef Lin, your ability to make empty promises is even better than that of the investment director of the Jiang Group."

The girl leaned closer, habitually took his arm, and smiled with her eyes crinkling.

"She charmed my dad with just a few words and he was completely bewildered."

As Lin Mo fastened his seatbelt, he casually ruffled her soft hair.

"Dealing with old people like children is called treating the symptoms."

He shifted into gear and stepped on the gas.

"Hold on tight, we're off!"

The van smoothly drove out of Changping Hutong and merged into the morning rush hour traffic in Beijing, speeding towards the airport.

Having finally won over his arrogant father-in-law, Lin Mo led Jiang Ruoyun into a private car bound for the airport.

The wings roared as they pierced the clouds.

Ahead, the misty, rainy water towns of Jiangnan, and tens of millions of eyes across the internet waiting to witness their lovey-dovey antics, are all poised to be captured!