Kerry brought the yellow banana to his nose and sniffed it. The rich wheat aroma was much more fragrant than any whole wheat bread he had eaten.
Given his current level of Huaxia language skills, he really couldn’t recall the na of this thing. It looked like a yellow banana, so he decided to call it that.
At this mont, Kerry regretted the awful mories of being tornted by at that flooded his mind.
But this was kindly shared by soone else, and they were earnestly watching him, eyes filled with encouragent, he thought?
He truly was a nice guy.
Since that’s the case, even if it tastes awful, I can’t reject their kindness.
Kerry steeled himself, opened his mouth, and took a bite of the yellow banana.
"Sizzle..."
"Whoo!"
With one bite, Kerry exclaid as a transparent at juice squirted onto his new clothes.
At the sa ti, a slightly hot broth ran down from his mouth to his chin.
But he was too busy to care about that. The incredible taste had already pierced through his feeble taste buds.
It was the sa beef flavor, but eating it at ho always felt particularly fishy, making him nauseous.
He had thought only the freshness of vegetables could save his stomach, but he never imagined that this golden banana could as well?!
"Oh my goodness!"
Kerry, with the remaining half of the golden banana in his mouth, couldn’t help but put his hands on his head.
"What am I eating? Is this a mysterious Eastern Magic product? Why does the beef aroma seem so rich, yet I don’t feel nauseous at all?"
"Why is the beef that should be stringy and dry so tender?"
"This must be the wondrous Eastern Magic!"
Yang Wei looked curiously at this foreigner, biting on half-fried dumpling and babbling in a language he couldn’t understand. With his Level 6 English, he only caught the "Oh my goodness."
Dude, watch it. You’re spraying soup everywhere as you talk!
Kerry carefully took out the remaining half of the golden banana from his mouth, and seeing the at filling like a tiny atball, felt it was truly incredible.
It was actually at!
He eagerly stuffed it back into his mouth, where the crispy skin and tender beef complented each other, releasing a rich aroma that transported him to the Great Grassland.
Beside him, cows leisurely grazed on grass while he relaxedly ate beef-flavored vegetables.
Yes, beef-flavored vegetables.
Only vegetables could have such a crunchy texture, only they could give him this refreshing feeling!
Wondrous East, wondrous Eastern Magic!
Kerry’s eyes burned as he stared at Yang Wei...or rather, at his plate, where there were still 10 magical Eastern golden bananas!
Yang Wei sensed Kerry’s gaze and imdiately hugged the plate to his chest.
Dude, I don’t even have enough for myself. Don’t think I’ll share any with you!
No, not even half a piece!
Just then, Zhang Yang ca over with a smile on his face holding a plate: "Kerry, co on, I’ll take you to buy salad."
Holding his own 10 dumplings and 10 stead fried buns, Zhang Yang bead with pride.
Fortunately, I’m a light eater; these 20 are more than enough for , and after waiting for him all day, I’ll fight to pay later.
"Oh, by the way, I talked to Boss Wang earlier. You see, we have vegetarians, and even at-eaters get tired of at, so I suggested maybe he could make so vegetarian options. Turns out Boss Wang is pretty agreeable; he said he could have so ready by tomorrow. I’ll bring you back to buy them!"
But as soon as he finished speaking, Kerry had already grabbed his plate: "NONONO, Zhang! I’ve changed my mind, I want to eat these golden bananas, they’re just too delicious. I can’t control myself from wanting to devour them! To hell with the vegetables, I want at! As you guys say, I didn’t climb to the top of the food chain just to eat veggies!"
Zhang Yang’s mind was still echoing with Kerry’s earlier claim, "I’m a staunch vegetarian," but in re minutes, how had he turned into a carnivore?
When he regained his senses, he realized Kerry had already taken the plate.
And although this guy wasn’t proficient with chopsticks, he had a pair of relentless iron hands, and he dared to bite into the freshly fried dumplings?!
Aren’t they hot on the hands? Aren’t they hot on the tongue?
What?!
Zhang Yang got upset; this idiot gobbling them down despite the heat is bad enough, but the real issue is these were his 20 limited pieces!
If you finish them, won’t I be left craving them for ages?!
"Hey, put down that dumpling, co at if you dare!"
...
Wang Fan finally sold the last few stead fried buns; he did promise Zhang Yang to add vegetarian fillings.
He was looking to try different fillings anyway and really admired these students who worked so diligently even at late hours, generally agreeing to reasonable requests.
As for the fillings to prepare for tomorrow, he was confident the students would love them.
Wang Fan was a bit puzzled, wondering why his shop had closed, yet those four hadn’t left from the box, not even telling him they had left without a word?
He sent a ssage to Zhuo Qianqian, and after she replied, Wang Fan finally pushed the door open.
Jiang Chenchen and the group sowhat tried to save face by struggling to get up before Wang Fan entered, and as he did, they quickly expressed their gratitude: "Thank you, brother-in-law, for your generous hospitality!"
Wang Fan scratched his head, confused. Weren’t they calling him brother-in-law just a few days ago, why the change?
With a slightly embarrassed smile, Jiang Chenchen said, "Boss Wang, we’re just joking, don’t take offense. It really feels bad freeloading off you; how about we all pay for our als?"
Both Li Chen and Zhang Ya quickly nodded, looking nervous as if fearing Wang Fan might refuse.
Wang Fan smiled and said, "Sure, then let’s do it at a rate of 15 yuan per al per person. Just give it to Qianqian before you co."
Jiang Chenchen’s jaw dropped in disbelief, "15 yuan for this? I don’t believe it; we have money, no need to be modest."
In the school canteen, even a small plate of fried noodles was 12 yuan, and adding an egg made it 14 yuan. Could it even compare with this pot of braised pork ribs with green beans? Not even close, how could it be that cheap?
Wang Fan chuckled, "That’s the price; you’re Qianqian’s friends, so I can’t profit from you. 15 yuan is just the cost price."
Jiang Chenhen and the group jumped up in joy, "Great, we’ll co here every day to freeload, haha!"
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