Returning to his hometown to raise pigs, a pig-slaughtering feast went viral online.

Chapter 22 My former company came to organize a team building activity.

Qin Feng was very surprised; he hadn't expected them to actually come.

"Okay, then we must treat them well tomorrow. After all, our former company was still very good to us," Qin Feng said with a smile.

"Yes, I will. I'll go and inform the villagers later and ask them to make some local snacks overnight," Zhao Yan said.

"Okay, thank you for your hard work."

Qin Feng patted Zhao Yan on the shoulder.

She has really worked hard during this period. Without her, things in their village would have been in complete chaos.

If it were just for my own family, it would be fine, but with so many people and so many bills, it would be quite a hassle.

...

The next morning.

Just as the old locust tree at the village entrance was beginning to bask in the sunlight, three white buses slowly drove towards their village.

The one leading the way was Mr. Wang; he was the first to get off the car.

He was wearing a suit, and his hair was styled with hair gel, making him look like a domineering CEO.

Behind him followed seventy or eighty young people, all dressed in various styles of clothing, carrying sun hats issued by the company.

"Qin Feng!!"

When Mr. Wang saw Qin Feng, he immediately opened his arms wide, and the scent of cologne wafted over.

"I heard that your place has become a popular spot for online celebrities to take photos, so I brought my team here specifically to learn from your experience."

Qin Feng looked at President Wang and couldn't help but smile.

I walked over and shook hands with him. The warmth of his palm contrasted sharply with the calloused hands of the villagers.

"Mr. Wang, welcome."

Zhao Yan, who was on the side, also came over.

"Zhao Yan? I really didn't expect you to resign and come here with Qin Feng. It's such a pity." President Wang looked at Zhao Yan, feeling quite regretful.

This high-achieving professional actually followed Qin Feng here to raise pigs.

"There's nothing to regret; it's great here," Zhao Yan said with a slight smile.

"Waaaaah!!"

A little girl in a long Himalaya dress held up her phone and spoke softly.

"Hurry up!! I finally saw him in person. I didn't expect Qin Feng to be so much more handsome than he is in the live stream. Sister Zhao Yan is also so beautiful."

The other girls were also whispering among themselves; they were all a little jealous at this moment. Look at the two of them, they are so happy.

Qin Feng and Zhao Yan didn't say much to what they said, they just smiled.

Qin Feng then invited President Wang and the others inside.

Zhao Yan then immediately opened the live stream.

"Family members, this is a team-building activity. Guess which one is Qin Feng's former boss."

The live chat was instantly flooded with comments about the man in the suit, and someone even posted a bald head meme.

"Haha, it must be that reflective Mediterranean guy."

Mr. Wang naturally knew about it, but he didn't say anything. Instead, he followed Qin Feng to the pig trough and frowned slightly.

"Qin Feng, what's in this pig feed?"

"Naturally, it's corn, purple sweet potato vines, and so on."

Qin Feng then demonstrated by stirring the ingredients evenly and scooping out corn kernels.

"We need to stir it clockwise nine times so that the pigs can grow stronger after eating it."

Upon hearing this, Mr. Wang tried to imitate him, and his suit sleeves were soon splattered with mud. Suddenly, a scream pierced the morning mist.

A little girl wearing white sneakers stumbled back a step.

"It...it nudged my legs."

Seeing this, Qin Feng couldn't help but smile before explaining.

"Don't be afraid, little girl. Actually, the pigs we raise here are very docile. The sow that nudged you just now is named Cuihua. She was just greeting you."

"ah??"

The little girl was astonished; were all the pigs here so intelligent and understanding?

Everyone laughed when they heard that.

Immediately afterwards, Qin Feng led President Wang and others in a grand procession toward the pig farm, where they first went to see the local pigs running around on the mountain and eating.

This made them all feel incredibly satisfied.

"Xiao Feng, I never expected the pigs you raise here to be like this. No wonder they taste so good," Mr. Wang exclaimed.

He had previously received pork from Qin Feng, and it was indeed delicious.

Seeing how they raise pigs now, he realized that the pigs here are indeed delicious.

"They're all raised with care, so naturally they taste great," Qin Feng said with a smile.

It was noon by then.

Qin Feng led everyone back to the village, and Wang Zhong then told them to do whatever they wanted, since it was a team building activity and they could do whatever they wanted.

The stove-cooking competition became even more exciting.

Many young people stared blankly at the earthen stove, while one young man in a plaid shirt poured rapeseed oil into the stove, mistaking it for soy sauce.

The stir-fried vegetables, dark and charcoal-grilled, were so bad that they made people shake their heads in disapproval.

The little girl in the Misia dress stuffed half a bundle of matches directly into the stove, and the flames shot up to the roof, scaring her so much that she crouched down, covered her head, and screamed.

"Firewall, turn on the firewall now!"

As for Wang Zhong, he also wanted to show off his skills.

He stood in front of the stove with his sleeves rolled up, waving the spatula in his hand like a conductor's baton.

"Everyone, watch carefully. When we stir-fry food, we need to pay attention to the heat, just like when we write code. High heat is like concurrent processing, while low heat is like single-threaded operation. We can't mess it up."

He spoke with great conviction.

Li Bo, who was squatting down beside Wang Zhong, looked at him and couldn't help but shake his head.

"Young man, there are different levels of heat, like CPU scheduling. Use high heat for stir-frying and low heat for frying, otherwise the dish will scold you for not knowing how to cook."

He admitted that Qin Feng had sent him to keep an eye on things, just in case they discovered anything unexpected.

"Li Bo, your analogy is absolutely brilliant."

A young man in a plaid shirt quickly pulled out his phone and smiled at Li Bo.

"Shh, you're such a suck-up."

Many young people booed.

But he pretended not to hear and instead looked at Li Bo.

"Uncle Li Bo, could we be friends? I'd like to learn some pig-raising philosophy from you, like how to make pigs obey commands like code?"

"No, let's not."

"I can tell you right now, if you want pigs to obey, you have to learn from their wild boar ancestors. Wild boars in the mountains know the rules; once they're full, they won't ruin the crops. If you treat them with respect, they'll give you seven parts of the favor..."

Li Bo spoke at length, captivating the young people present.

Qin Feng, watching this scene from the side, couldn't help but laugh.

"Li Bo actually knows this?? That's quite surprising."

"Yes!!" Zhao Yan wholeheartedly agreed.

After working there for a long time, it was afternoon. Qin Feng organized a treasure hunt in the mountains, which made everyone cheer.

"Qin Feng?? What should we do??"

They all looked at Qin Feng, wondering how the event would proceed.