"Holy crap? Are you human or a ghost?!"
Feeling soone approaching, Wang Fan, who had just taken out his phone to play a push box ga, was grinning happily, ready to start business. As he looked up, he saw soone who resembled a zombie and was imdiately startled.
Wang Gaofeng heard Wang Fan’s words but paid no mind; he had seen himself in the mirror looking like this before and hadn’t bothered looking in mirrors in the morning since.
"Boss, what are you selling? Slls delicious."
Wang Fan quickly relaxed his face muscles and said with a smile, "This is called rice noodle roll, mainly made from rice, eggs, and fresh at, clean and hygienic. Would you like to try a serving, brother?"
As he spoke, he lifted the lid of the stear.
Steam billowed, and several rice noodle rolls appeared faintly amidst the steam. Not only were they neatly arranged, but the translucent milky white rice noodle roll skins also looked exceptionally clean.
"Gurgle..."
Upon seeing the true appearance of the rice noodle rolls, Wang Gaofeng’s stomach grumbled again, betraying him.
At such close proximity, the rich aroma seed to penetrate directly into the soul; who could resist such temptation?
"I’ll have a serving."
Wang Fan was naturally happy as business started, grinning to the point his mouth almost reached his ears.
"Sure thing, brother. Do you like it spicy?"
"No, just put more sauce on it."
Wang Fan smoothly served the rice noodle rolls and added the sauce with clean, efficient movents, which Wang Gaofeng found very satisfactory.
His stomach wasn’t the best, and he often suffered from stomachaches when eating takeouts, thus having high standards for whether food is fresh and clean.
He usually ate at the company canteen; today, however, sothing about these rice noodle rolls intrigued him.
"Would you like to take it away or eat it here, brother?"
"Eat it here."
What a joke; the aroma tempted him so much his tears were almost flowing out from the corner of his mouth; how could he possibly think of taking it away?
Receiving the food box from Wang Fan, Wang Gaofeng couldn’t help but lick his slightly chapped lips.
Aroma!
As soon as it was in his hand, the rising heat reached his nostrils, causing his mouth to comnce a large-scale saliva production again.
Who could resist this?!
Wang Gaofeng eagerly picked up the disposable chopsticks, reaching for a piece of the creamy-white rice noodle roll.
The translucent red sauce adhered to the gleaming white, delicate rice noodle roll skin, revealing at stuffing and corn kernels inside.
Picking up a piece and putting it in his mouth, the smooth texture imdiately conquered the ’highlands’ of his tongue.
The rice noodle roll skin was as thin as a cicada’s wings, yet firm to the bite. Eating through layer after layer of rice skin, the strong aroma of rice kept stimulating his taste buds.
Eggs, diced sausages, and other ingredients mingled with the sauce’s aroma, bursting with an even richer fragrance.
Soft, chewy, smooth, fresh, fragrant.
This is the best expression of this Guangfu snack.
Delicious!
Wang Gaofeng had heard that delicious food could make one forget their worries, but he never believed it.
He made a decent salary and had taken his wife to high-end restaurants before. Apart from the fancy nas of the ingredients, there wasn’t any significant difference from ho-cooked als.
But today, he genuinely felt that sensation.
Work, mortgage, costics... everything was set aside; right now, there’s only one feeling—everything else can wait until he finishes this rice noodle roll!
A bus had just arrived, bringing in a crowd—though not enough to float everyone, it was still packed with people.
Several street vendors selling breakfast instantly perked up, watching eagerly at the hurried workers.
The workers were familiar with these stalls, a few of whom headed straight to their usual breakfast spots.
Yet, most found their gaze drawn to Wang Fan’s stall.
First, the stall owner was a sight to behold; second, it was the thick steam and aroma drifting over there that instinctively had their noses turning that way.
"Rice noodle rolls? What are rice noodle rolls?"
"Boss, how much does this cost?"
In a short ti, several people gathered around Wang Fan’s open convertible self-driving dining table.
A few impatient custors imdiately asked.
Wang Fan hurriedly said, "Rice noodle rolls are 10 yuan per serving, just freshly stead not long ago. Would you like to try so? I guarantee they’re clean and tasty!"
Ten yuan per serving isn’t expensive in this first-tier city, given that a pancake with nothing in it is already sold for 8 yuan.
Imdiately, so impatient custors said, "I’ll have a serving; put more chili on it."
"I’ll try a serving too."
"Looks like the portion is decent; one serving should be enough to fill up. It’s more cost-effective than buying two pancakes; I’ll take a serving to try too."
As soone single for 20 years, Wang Fan was naturally fast; efficiently, one neatly cut rice noodle roll after another was quickly handed to the custors.
The northern cold wind was raging at this ti of the year; one wished they could stuff their hands in their pants for warmth. Receiving the warm food boxes brought smiles to the custors’ faces.
Except for a few who were in a rush, the rest started eating as soon as they got their food.
Real materials combined with perfect operation steps from the system, making each serving of rice noodle roll incredibly delicious.
"Wow, this slls so good."
"Delicious, delicious, and there’s even so much shredded at. These 10 yuan are definitely worth spending."
"I never knew rice could sll this fragrant!"
"Slurp... No, no, it’s too delicious; I need another serving. Boss, give another rice noodle roll, cover it with chili!"
Every diner had been captivated by the taste of the rice noodle rolls.
Especially the unique aroma of rice, which only grew on them the more they ate, even prompting several to order a second serving after finishing.
A few even lined up again to bring a serving to a colleague they had a good relationship with, to let them try it too.
This led to Wang Fan’s stall forming a line once more.
...
Zhang Wei’s commute took over an hour; he habitually napped on the bus.
After arriving at the stop, he habitually thought of buying a pancake but was suddenly stunned by the scene before him.
A long queue appeared before him, almost stretching to the bus stop sign.
What is happening? Another swab test?
Wasn’t that over?
The one at the end of the queue was about the sa age; Zhang Wei naturally went over to ask, "Brother, what are you lining up for?"
The guy in front turned and chuckled, "I don’t know either; I just got curious seeing such a long line and wondered what’s ahead. Since there’s still ti before work starts, I wanted to see."
Zhang Wei checked the ti; today, traffic was light, and he arrived half an hour early compared to usual. He did have so ti, so he simply stood behind the brother.
The line moved quickly; within ten minutes, Zhang Wei saw Wang Fan’s rice noodle roll stall.
Seeing it clearly left him sowhat disappointed.
His breakfast habit was to buy a pancake roll with spicy strips—that’s the best.
Just as he was about to leave the queue, a rich, fresh aroma entered his nose.
Unable to resist taking a deep breath, letting the scent fill his nostrils.
The brother in front pretty much did a storm inhale, afraid the aroma might escape for soone else to scent more.
His feet no longer moved; Zhang Wei was very curious about how delicious the food emitting such an aroma could be.
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