"If he can sneak food, so can I!"
That was the only thought in Pan Siyu’s mind.
"Brother Ma! How do you think our boss got so tough? You see a few passersby just dare to take a look but don’t even dare to ask what we’re selling! Looks like this stall won’t last through the night."
Pan Siyu was speaking to Ma Juntao with one arm around him, while his other hand subtly pushed the plate forward, his fingers pinching a piece of steak as he pulled back.
After speaking, he opened his mouth wide, "Ha~~ ah~~"
Letting out a big yawn, as his hand covered his mouth, he slipped the strip of steak into his mouth without a trace.
Then Pan Siyu stopped talking; instead, he rested his chin on his other hand, covered half his face with his palm, and silently started chewing.
The flavor of black pepper and sea salt, tender steak, juicy with each chew!
Damn, no wonder Ma Juntao’s eyes lit up green when he sneaked a bite just now, this steak is so delicious!
Pan Siyu was a bit taken aback.
Watching Ma and Pan’s stealthy moves, the other coaches were almost dumbfounded, but because they were so close to the gym entrance, they didn’t dare make a move, continuing their conversation through their phones.
"Brother Pan, how does it taste? Is it good?"
"Brother Ma, your moves are stealthy! Don’t worry, since you have your back to the boss, there’s no way he can see you. How about another bite? I’ll cover for you!"
Ma Juntao typed away on his phone, "To tell the truth, the little boss does have so skills. This steak is indeed well-cooked, better than any steak I’ve had at this price. It tastes even better than those costing a few hundred yuan."
That was already high praise.
After all, unlike most stir-fried dishes, if a serving of egg fried rice doesn’t taste good, most diners will simply say the chef isn’t skilled.
But if a steak doesn’t taste good, most people would believe the quality of steak the restaurant chose isn’t good.
Pan Siyu also chid in the group chat.
"It’s really delicious. Who can cover so I can taste these noodles?"
As soon as the ssage was sent, several coaches from another table got up, pretending to stretch and move around, their muscular bodies effectively blocking Pan Siyu completely.
Pan Siyu didn’t ss around.
He didn’t bother with chopsticks, grabbing a clump of noodles with his hand and stuffing it straight into his mouth!
Ma Juntao had just picked up his chopsticks, looking to sneak a bite too, when suddenly...
"Whoa, Old Pan, you..."
Saw Pan Siyu open his mouth wide, grabbing a handful of noodles and stuffing them all in at once!
Then!
His mouth was full, and taking advantage of his teammates covering him, he vigorously chewed with big bites!
"Damn!" Pan Siyu’s eyes rolled back, "How on earth can these noodles be so delicious?"
Made from exquisite Level A wheat flour, the noodles beca incredibly al dente after being boiled and rinsed with cold water.
Afterwards, the noodles were reheated with the at sauce in the pot, with no water at all, only oil, giving them a sort of "fried" flavor!
The most delightful part for Pan Siyu was the minced beef coating the noodles.
The beef mince seed unremarkable, but each chew brought forth the beef’s texture between his teeth, blending with the chewy noodles.
Every chew allowed the rich tomato-flavored beef juice to burst in his mouth, satisfying his craving for carbs with the noodles and craving for protein with the beef, in this mont, Pan Siyu felt like he was in heaven!
Ma Juntao watched Old Pan’s eyes roll back in ecstasy, and mouthed, bewildered, "Is it really that good?"
Pan Siyu kept his hand over his face, slowly nodding twice.
He didn’t want to pay attention to Ma Juntao.
He didn’t want this state of satisfaction from good food to be interrupted by anything else. He just wanted to savor the mont, to slowly enjoy and taste it.
The three coaches covering for him returned to their seats after Pan Siyu finished, and continued chatting in the group.
"So, Brother Pan, how are the noodles?"
"Yeah, I saw your eyes roll back just now. Could it be that the noodles are disgusting?"
"Brother Pan, say sothing!"
Pan Siyu knew his phone was pinging non-stop but didn’t want to check.
He was still savoring it.
These noodles not only tasted great while eating, but their lingering aftertaste in his mouth was superb. Both the texture and the flavor were top-notch, and he indulged in them for a good three to five minutes before finally opening his eyes, under the fierce stares of the other coaches, and picking up his phone.
"Delicious. I’ve never had noodles this tasty. Now I get why this boss calls it beef noodles, it’s full of beef and noodles, almost a one-to-one ratio! Damn, it’s really good!"
Ma Juntao: "Panz, stand up and cover for ; I want to try the noodles too."
Pan Siyu sent an "OK" emoji.
Then, he got up pretending to stretch and walk around. When he was behind Ma Juntao...
It was now!
Having seen what Pan Siyu just did, Ma Juntao had no ti to ss with chopsticks, but he felt even one hand was too slow.
He went straight for the "twin dragon erging from the sea" move! Both hands going at it!
One hand grabbed a handful of noodles and shoved them into his mouth, while the other grabbed a big pile of steak strips and stuffed them right in.
When Pan Siyu wandered back and focused on this scene, he was speechless.
Damn, Old Ma is hardcore, how big is his mouth?
No wonder he’s the head coach at Jia i, you gotta respect that!
The other coaches were also dumbfounded.
That big serving of noodles, plus so many steak strips, all got stuffed in at once?
Ma Juntao’s mouth was so full he could hardly close it, his cheeks puffed out like an angry pufferfish, unable to turn the food around in his mouth, which caused a bit of saliva to slowly trickle down his unclosed lip, making everyone feel a bit grossed out.
But Ma Juntao didn’t feel gross at all.
He wiped the drool from his mouth, and Pan Siyu was already back at the table, eleven people staring at Ma Juntao in disbelief.
They wanted to see how he planned to handle all that food in his mouth.
Ma Juntao slowly worked his mouth up and down, each movent releasing more of that flavorful beef juice that flowed down his throat uncontrollably.
Because Ma Juntao had swallowed steak and noodles in one go.
What he tasted was: black pepper, tomato, and beef flavor!
Everywhere this magical juice flowed felt like those cells were being treated to the most luxurious massage ever.
Finally, Ma Juntao managed to close his mouth.
Followed by wild, big chews, even though the gym was nearby, Boss Cao couldn’t see his chewing from this angle, and Ma Juntao was facing away from the gym, chewing without any concern.
Once his mouth could move a bit more freely, Ma Juntao finally chewed away.
This mont, he finally understood why Old Pan was rolling his eyes back earlier.
It felt amazing!
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