"I never thought I’d be eating in a hospital in my lifeti, and surprisingly, it’s quite enjoyable!"
Mu Xin wiped his mouth, "Indeed, it feels like living in a dorm during college, haha."
"But I have to say, Xiao Chen’s Yellow Braised Chicken is really good. I’m suddenly quite curious." Hou Yao savored the at in his mouth, "Cooking such delicious dishes shouldn’t typically be sothing you figure out on your own, yet he is skilled in both Sichuan and Shandong cuisine, which is quite unconventional."
Hou Yao mainly felt that no matter how you looked at it, Chen Mo was an employee at an investnt company and a colleague of Mu Mu’s.
How does soone like that have the ti to hone such excellent culinary skills over the years, unless they were guided by a master?
Fang Zhizhong and Mu Xin nodded simultaneously, deeply agreeing; this is a question they had never understood.
Initially, Fang Zhizhong was heading to the VIP area, but on the way he saw Mu Xin sneaking around at the hospital entrance in his Maybach.
After much questioning, it turned out that Lao Mu was debating with Hou Yao on whether to go in and taste Chen Mo’s Yellow Braised Chicken.
So Fang Zhizhong extended an invitation, and the three of them imdiately agreed to be admitted, conveniently becoming hospital buddies.
To be honest, settling into a shared hospital room gave these three middle-aged n a fleeting feeling of youth, as if they had returned to their university days.
Perhaps this is another way n being boys until they die is expressed.
No more words, the three of them raised their glasses again, sipping their drinks, eating, crunching peanuts.
This scene kept Chang Jianjun at the door watching for a straight three minutes.
"This... this... this." Chang Jianjun dumbfoundedly stepped back a few paces, leaning against the wall.
Whether it was the sights and sounds of last night’s midnight, or today’s bizarre hospital room phenonon, it completely overturned his traditional understanding of "hospital."
And the starting point of all these changes: Mr. Chen!
Chang Jianjun turned and quickened his pace down the stairs, running to the food cart, wanting to ask Chen Mo if he knew what was happening, but Chen Mo was chatting with a female strear, making it tough to interject.
Beside him was a patient in hospital garb, looking as tall as a tree; if he rembered correctly, this patient seed hospitalized for frequently seeing little figures arguing with him.
"This won’t do! I just sent up to the third and fourth floors, and now I’m out. The friends on the first and second floors won’t agree!" LuLu was extrely anxious. "Boss Xiao Chen, let’s co up with another solution."
Chen Mo was also anxious, more than anyone else.
He expected business to be slow today and prepared only a small amount of ingredients, but who could have foreseen this turn of events?
Without seeing many custors, LuLu managed to deliver all the dishes in just an hour.
It’s not just money at stake; it’s the food cart’s Experience Value!
"What can I do! Qingyuan Chicken is from Yueyun Pavilion, and there’s only a little tofu left, I have no solution either."
The food cart’s signature dishes are Mapo Tofu and Yellow Braised Chicken, without these, even the soup noodles are lackluster.
Dunzi appeared as though he had made so sort of determination.
As the admin of the hospital friends group and LuLu’s livestream moderator, he had a duty to bear responsibility at tis like these.
"Can we still go to Yueyun Pavilion now? I’ll take a trip. Going to Ning County, there might not be tofu, but if we don’t go, we’ll definitely have none."
Chen Mo stared at Dunzi, shocked.
Bro, is it worth it?
Mu Mu jumped in at a critical mont, "Of course, Yueyun Pavilion is no problem! I’ll call my dad right away, is fifty enough?"
LuLu nodded vigorously, "That would definitely be enough."
Dunzi shouted into the livestream, "Folks, I’m going all out for you tonight!"
Chang Jianjun, bewildered, watched as Dunzi turned and ran towards the parking lot, almost dumbstruck. What was this patient, who often saw little figures, going to do?
Chen Mo packaged the remaining chicken and tofu, "I can only cook so noodles now."
LuLu looked at the phone, "Who’s gonna have noodles, type 1!"
The screen was full of 1s; apparently, far more people were typing than were hospitalized, and LuLu didn’t care anymore, "I’ll just deliver noodles to each room then!"
Once the livestream food delivery started, LuLu even posted her paynt code in the info group, anyway, whoever orders, pays.
After all, they’re all locals and in the sa group, no one orders food without paying.
So even paid extra.
LuLu sneaked a glance at the livestream backend earlier; there was nearly ten thousand yuan in gifts. Thinking back to her days as a cashier in a foot spa, LuLu felt like she was dreaming.
Without further ado, she started delivering noodles!
Seeing this situation, Chang Jianjun didn’t care to ask why these absurd things were happening, and hurriedly said to Chen Mo before he started cooking more noodles, "Mr. Chen, since the dishes are gone, just make a bowl of noodles."
He realized, if he hesitated any longer, even the noodles would be gone.
Chen Mo acknowledged, too busy to say much more.
Five pounds of flour from the cupboard, swiftly mixed with water, rolled into sheets, folded several tis, cutting the noodles evenly.
The black pot filled with water quickly boiling, a handful of noodles thrown in to swirl around, and at the sa ti, Chen Mo rapidly arranged twelve large bowls.
Each bowl had various seasonings at the bottom, the black pot cut the cooking ti in half, taking less than five minutes.
Long chopsticks pulled out the noodles, each bowl ladled with a spoonful of lightly yellow noodle soup, with a topping of a single bok choy.
"You can’t carry all of these at once."
Hand-pulled noodles in clear soup, with both noodles and broth; if the soup spills, soone’s bound to start a fight with LuLu.
"Fine, I’ll deliver them one by one!"
LuLu felt her legs starting to ache but seeing more and more viewers in the livestream and the endless stream of gifts, what does leg pain matter?
After experiencing nurous strange events, Chang Jianjun finally got his own bowl of noodles.
Like most of Boss Xiao Chen’s first-ti noodle custors, being a local from Jingzhou, Chang Jianjun was initially slightly disappointed with the clear soup noodles.
But all disappointnt and doubt would shatter with the first bite of noodles.
"What kind of noodles are these that sll so good?"
A mouthful of noodles going down, Chang Jianjun was very puzzled.
Just like last night’s Yellow Braised Chicken, the chicken flavor was incredibly rich, and today’s noodles were the sa; the wheat fragrance lingered in the mouth for a long ti.
Paired with a mouthful of noodle broth, it instantly provided a refreshing sensation from top to bottom.
No ti to overthink, Chang Jianjun eagerly ate, slurping noodles, drinking broth, thoroughly enjoying the experience.
And on the fourth floor, Mu Xin hung up his phone and drank alone, his drink burning hot down his gut.
"I made my employee wake up in the middle of the night to help Chen Mo kill chickens?"
"Is there any justice in this world anymore? Huh?"
Faced with such a question, Fang Zhizhong and Hou Yao both chose to remain silent.
Justice? Heh.
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