Nangong Yan looked back at the stic bucket and asked, "What''s that?"


    "A beehive soaked in vinegar. Didn''t you sayst time that your e was too severe to appear on camera? If you drink a small cup of this every morning and evening, I guarantee that within a week, your e will bepletely gone."


    She widened her eyes, "Really? I''ve tried several medicines and none worked. Can this beehive thing be so powerful, working within a week?"


    Suming confirmed firmly, "It''s normal for a 21 or 22-year-old to have e, it''s just puberty. Taking medicine could actually disrupt your body''s functions. From now on, don''t take medicine, just drink this. It''spletely natural, and I assure you that in a week you''ll get back a face that''s loved by everyone and makes flowers bloom."


    Soaking a beehive in vinegar to clear heat and detoxify was actually a remedy my dad taught my mom. Back in our hometown when the young women had e problems, they would seek my mom''s help, and there would be noticeable effects within two or three days.


    Gazing into the rearview mirror, Nangong Yan squeezed a small emerging pimple on her chin and said, "Alright, I''ll listen to you and stop taking medicine for now. But I have to be on camera next week, and if the e isn''t gone by then, you''re dead meat!"


    "Big sister, we''ve known each other for several years now and you scare me like this every time. If I were supposed to die, I would''ve died hundreds of times by now. Can''t you change up your lines next time?" Suming said with augh.


    "I''ll do as I please, none of your business."


    After driving out of the city, the road became increasingly narrow, and Suming simply turned the steering wheel, taking the car off the main road and plunging into the wilderness.


    The Wrangler''s off-road capabilities are not for show. Slopes less than thirty degrees were crossed effortlessly, and it easily sshed through small streams, about half a meter deep with pebbles underneath, to the envy of sedan owners watching from the distance.


    In the end, she decided to follow the road along the reservoir''s edge. The bumpy ride whitened Nangong Yan''s little face, as she clutched the frame tightly.


    Speaking strictly from afort perspective, off-road vehicles are certainly not asfortable as sedans of the same ss, especially the Wrangler, which has a ssic rugged style and is far fromfortable.


    But then again, if you switched to a sedan, even a million-dor one, it wouldn''t be able to drive straight to the reservoir''s edge; you''d have to park on the side of the road a few kilometers away and walk over.


    Fortunately, the road became much smoother once they reached the side of the reservoir, mostly grassy and t.


    Nangong Yan''s attention was soon captured by the distant view: the boundless reservoir surface shimmered, with water birds asionally flying out from the reed beds, gliding over the water, thennding on a shallow bank not far away to groom their feathers or search for food among the aquatic nts at their feet.


    "So beautiful!" Nangong Yan leaned back in her seat, somewhat mesmerized by the scenery before her.


    Yet Suming, inappropriately, thought to himself whether those water birds would taste good if grilled.


    While he was friends with animals, he wasn''t a vegetarian, after all. The food chain is a basic naturalw, and he only made it a point not to eat animals he knew personally.


    Before long, a narrow concrete road appeared in front of them. They followed it for a few hundred meters and arrived in front of a three-story vi.


    The vi was the kind built on residentialnd in the countryside, surrounded by red walls over three meters high, with two stone lions crouching on either side of the big iron gates.


    A sign hung on the gate: Huating Fisheries Company.


    Before Suming could get out of the car, a burst of barking came from the yard behind the gate.


    "Anybody home?" Suming knocked on the iron gate.


    The gate cracked open, and a bald man with a ''Nin'' character tattooed on his arm and no shirt on, holding two wolf dogs, asked impatiently, "What do you want?"


    "Oh, I''m from Yangchuan City Zoo, we''re looking to start fish farming and wanted to seek some advice from your boss…" Suming exined his purpose to the young man.


    The bald man frowned and was about to shut the door, but after Suming showed his zoo employee ID, he resisted his impatience and let Suming finish.


    "You wait here, I''ll go ask the boss."


    The bald man mmed the big iron door shut, turned and went upstairs, then came back down in just a couple of minutes.


    "Mr. Zhou, it''s them!" Apanying him was a dark-skinned and lean man, the owner of Huating Fisheries Company, Mr. Zhou.


    Mr. Zhou looked at Suming expressionlessly, then at the gift he was holding, and said coldly, "I have nothing to do with your zoo. If you want to farm fish, that''s your business, not mine. But I warn you, if I find out you''ve got designs on my reservoir, you''ll be in trouble."


    After speaking, he turned and left.


    "Let''s go!" The bald man waved his hand as if shooing away flies and mmed the door shut.


    Given Mr. Zhou''s attitude, it was impossible to get any fish farming advice from him.


    However, Suming wasn''t in a hurry; without the butcher, would he have to eat hairy pigs? There were plenty of people who knew how to farm fish, not just him. Relying on his "animal friends," Suming didn''t believe he couldn''t raise good fish.


    Aftering into contact with spiritual power several times, the bighead catfish became more active and started to eat and swim more robustly. In just a month, they had noticeably increased in size.


    "What an attitude, as if hiring a few paroled ex-convicts to watch the fish pond makes him the mob!" Nangong Yan''s dad was a detective, and she was the least afraid of these types of people.


    "Forget it, if they don''t want to help, then let''s just have a barbecue!"


    Suming started the Wrangler again and found a spot of grass near the water by the reservoir. Heid out a stic sheet on the ground and moved the barbecue grill from the car.


    The barbecue grill was bought online: an adjustable iron frame with a set of iron skewers, tes, and other tools, along with two kilograms of charcoal, all for two hundred and twenty yuan.


    He piled the charcoal like a pyramid and then used solid alcohol to light it. Suming ced the meatden iron skewers on the grill and rapidly flipped them back and forth.


    Before long, the meat skewers started to sizzle lightly, with asional droplets of oil falling onto the charcoal below, turning the red meat into a uniform light golden color.


    "You''re pretty skilled at this, do you barbecue often?" Nangong Yan looked at Suming''s deft handling and asked curiously.


    "This is nothing, just wait and see," Suming said, focused on the changing colors of the meat. He picked up a seasoning bottle from the grill and evenly sprinkled the seasoning on the skewers.


    Nangong Yan took a sniff from the sidelines and her eyes lit up, "This smells amazing! What seasoning are you using?"


    Suming shook the little tin bottle that held the seasoning and replied, "It''s a recipe from my dad, mainly cumin and pepper salt, along with some aromatic Chinese herbs."


    Back when his dad was alive, he mainly worked in the field, and he''d spend half the year cooking outdoors. Over time, he developed a good cooking skill, especially in barbecuing and other campfire cooking techniques—he was simply first-rate!


    Soon the first batch of skewers was ready, and Suming handed one to Nangong Yan with a flourish, "Dig in!"