"This is impossible!"
Old Zhao felt he had tasted something in the porridge that didn't belong in rice porridge.
The fishy taste he imagined wasn't there; instead, it was replaced by an unparalleled freshness!
Eagerly, he scooped up another spoonful, this time mustering the courage to scoop a small piece of pig offal, which looked like intestines.
The texture was tender and elastic; this bite not only had the deliciousness of meat but also a subtle starchy texture, and the two combined created an endless aftertaste!
The key was that Old Zhao didn't taste the slightest bit of offal flavor. The taste remained supremely fresh, mixed with a light rice porridge aroma.
"Wonderful!"
With these two bites, Old Zhao no longer worried about the porridge being bad. He devoured spoonful after spoonful, occasionally grimacing from the heat, but that didn't stop his frantic slurping.
The porridge base was dense and sticky, with all the meat flavor from the pig offal seeping into the porridge, while the porridge's fragrance blended into the meat.
If you take a big mouthful, the various textures of the ingredients mix together, and your taste buds feel like they're soaring!
"Boss, another bowl!"
While drinking the porridge, Old Zhao didn't forget to cram a few pan-fried dumplings into his mouth.
With vinegar, these pan-fried dumplings maximized the flavor of pork and scallions. Eating a few and then taking a sip of the steaming hot porridge made him feel warm all over, the fragrance bursting in his mouth, and Old Zhao couldn't help but rub his stomach, "This is really delicious!"
Seeing Old Zhao's reaction, Chen Mo filled another bowl, knowing in his heart that the pig offal porridge was a hit!
A new bowl of porridge was placed on the table, and Old Zhao generously waved his hand, "Let's settle the bill later."
This scene left Brother Squid and Uncle Liu staring at each other.
Their bet was for 15 bowls, and this man alone had eaten two; Brother Squid's face darkened, thinking he might lose again?
As Old Zhao was enjoying himself, a screeching brake sound came from the roadside.
Zhang Feng noticed the people in front of Chen Mo's stall as soon as he got out of the car, "Old Zhao?"
Old Zhao felt a little guilty and spoke before Zhang Feng could ask, "Crazy one, hehe, I got hungry at night and came out looking for something to eat."
This explanation seemed reasonable, right?
After all, Old Zhao's image in the car owner's group was always rather upright. If Fang were to find out he came out for a quick meal, his image would collapse!
"No problem, I got exhausted after a day of gaming too."
Zhang Feng smoothly sat beside Old Zhao, "Little boss, bring me the batch of pan-fried dumplings from yesterday's reservation."
"Right away." Chen Mo watched the new batch of pan-fried dumplings until the light shone perfectly, then quickly lifted the electric griddle.
A hundred dumplings, divided into five disposable bowls.
Zhang Feng rubbed his hands together in anticipation of the pan-fried dumplings, "Emma, I've barely eaten all day just to savor these dumplings."
Old Zhao was stunned, thinking that he'd met Fang offline several times for meals, and the guy was a frequent visitor to the foot massage parlor.
Just yesterday, he was in the group saying there was a fantastic 200-yuan fast-food place on Central Avenue, yet here today, he pretends?
Aren't you here for fast food? To keep me from discovering where it is, you pretended you just came to eat?
Zhang Feng kept eating dumpling after dumpling, gorging down ten of them, filling his mouth with meaty and eggy flavors, before he took a few deep breaths, completely oblivious to Old Zhao's disdainful look.
"Satisfying! Hey Old Zhao, what are you eating?"
Zhang Feng noticed the spoon in Old Zhao's hand, along with the small bowl on the table.
"It's called pig offal porridge, and it's pretty good. Wanna try?"
"Come on, boss, bring me a bowl too... what, 15 yuan for porridge?" Zhang Feng said, and upon seeing the sign, he was dumbfounded.
"Shhh!" Old Zhao gestured for Zhang Feng to lower his voice, drawing the attention of people around them.
Aren't you embarrassed being out for fast food?
"Keep it down. This porridge is different from what we usually have; it has meat in it, and it's delicious."
Seeing Old Zhao so confident, Zhang Feng frowned tightly, "Fine, I'll try it too."
Within barely ten minutes.
Old Zhao and Zhang Feng both waved their hands, "Boss, another bowl of porridge!"
They both ordered a batch of pan-fried dumplings, so there was enough for now. But the porridge was so enjoyable to drink!
Eating contentedly, Zhang Feng saw two Cadillacs stopping simultaneously on the roadside.
"Dunzi, Beloved Consort?"
It was Dunzi and someone who only loved Liu Yifei from the car owner's group.
Dunzi, although only in his thirties, had a particularly large physique. Standing 1.9 meters tall and weighing over 200 pounds, he looked intimidating.
"What the hell, how did you end up eating out this late at night?"
Zhang Feng scratched the back of his head, "What do you mean?"
"Where's the fast food you mentioned? 200 yuan, the ultimate enjoyment!" Dunzi feigned anger, looking intimidating.
Not only was he large, but Dunzi was also extremely lazy. If Zhang Feng hadn't boasted about the incredible fast food over here, claiming it was super clean and safe, promising absolute ultimate enjoyment that could send someone to heaven!
Dunzi wouldn't have come out at all in the middle of the night.
Isn't it cozier sleeping at home?
Zhang Feng was dumbfounded by Dunzi's question.
"Isn't this fast food? Pan-fried dumplings, two yuan each, a hundred for two hundred yuan, absolutely delicious, absolutely tasty, and extremely clean and hygienic, any problem?"
Stunned.
Hear Zhang Feng's words, not only Dunzi and Beloved Consort were stupefied, but even Old Zhao, who was gulping down porridge and eating dumplings, was dumbfounded.
The trio looked at Zhang Feng in bewilderment.
They couldn't help but feel an urge to hit someone.
Zhang Feng, unaware of their overwhelming resentment, only felt unjustified and added stubbornly, "If it's not tasty, blame me!"
The words, reached this point.
Dunzi and Beloved Consort, slightly annoyed, also sat down at the table.
"Crazy one, you know my appetite; if this meal isn't good, not only should the meal be on you, but when we go to Shanshui Hall later, that's on you too!"
"Exactly!" Hearing someone treating, Old Zhao added fuel, "My wife is still at home, if it weren't for you, crazy one, I wouldn't even be out!"
Truth be told, Old Zhao might have a tough exterior but a soft heart. When someone invites him to a fun spot, he only dares to venture as far as the first floor, getting his feet washed and massaged, today he was just being impulsive, thinking he could enjoy some sights.
Since the conversation reached this point, Zhang Feng angrily slapped his thigh, "Fine! If it's good, our visit to Shanshui Hall is on you! I'll contact Xiao Na right now!"
The group quickly reached an agreement.
Zhang Feng waved broadly towards Chen Mo, "Boss, another two rounds of pan-fried dumplings, two bowls of porridge!"
...
Shanshui Hall.
Xiao Na and the boss wandered around Central Avenue, discovering that other foot and massage shops also had sluggish business with few customers.
Seeing the boss deep in thought.
Xiao Na confidently shook her phone.
"Don't worry, boss, I've just reached out to some other customers, and a few more have voluntarily contacted me. Business will surely be good tonight!"
Only then did the boss feel relieved.
"I trust you to handle things."
But for some reason, he still had a lingering sense of foreboding.