Shandong Trip: Spoiling the Little Potato Like Crazy, Anyone Who Stops Me Gets Beaten!

I can't sit still anymore. The competition in cultural tourism is getting out of hand.

Shandong Cultural Tourism has thrown its hat into the ring, going all out to pamper the little southern potatoes.

But then...

"I knew I couldn't trust them. I, Shen Feichen, am throwing my hat into the ring. I'll treat my hometown to a bag of salt!"

When a six-foot-two giant who speaks in a thick Shandong accent meets a five-foot-tall little southern potato, things take a curious turn.

Fine-Grain Fish Ball: "I heard you Shandong folks are all bandits."

Shen Feichen: "That's false, all of it! Confucius was one of our own, from Shandong."

Fine-Grain Fish Ball: "Then what does 'When friends come from afar, is it not a joy?' mean?"

Shen Feichen: "It means, 'When a friend comes from afar to spar with me, how could I not have a good fight with him?'"

Fine-Grain Fish Ball: "!!!"

First stop: operating an excavator.

Which excavator skills are the best? Shandong, China...

Little Southern Potato: ???

Second stop: a vegetable farm.

You insisted on coming... You're not even as tall as the scallions in my garden.

Little Southern Potato: ???

Third stop: ...

Coarse-Grain Dongtu Chi: "...Sob, sob..."

Shen Feichen: "I'm just promoting cultural tourism in my hometown..."

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.