In front of delicious food, there’s no such thing as friendship.
Gao Hao held firm to this belief, shalessly dodging Zhang Huixiang’s questions, and then naturally enjoying eight servings of lion’s head atballs by himself.
He couldn’t help but feel thrilled inside.
"How exactly is this made? It’s clearly the lion’s head I’m most familiar with, so why is it completely different from the one I know?"
Unlike others, Gao Hao actually knew a bit about gourt food.
Speaking of the texture, these lion’s head atballs were clearly more tender than those in restaurants, and because of this, each bit of at was simred to an incredibly soft consistency.
With a big bite, even though his mouth was full of at juice, the magic was in the dash of Old Chen vinegar.
"This must be Old Chen vinegar from Jingzhou, sour but not harsh, cuts the grease and increases the freshness, absolutely unbeatable!"
Gao Hao thought using a spoon to scoop it up wasn’t satisfying enough, so he picked up chopsticks intending to stab one directly into his mouth.
But as soon as he stuck the chopsticks in and tried to lift it, the lion’s head split open right in the middle.
"Wow, it’s really cooked until it’s falling apart!"
Zhang Huixiang sat by the grill, sweating from the heat, holding a big skewer of at sizzling with oil, with cumin and chili powder sprinkled on making it look incredibly tempting.
He casually picked one to taste the seasoning.
Hmm, the flavor’s not bad, the at’s quite tender too.
"The skewers are ready, everyone... Hey, Haozi, what are you doing?"
Zhang Huixiang, holding a bunch of skewers, looked at the four empty bowls in front of Gao Hao with so confusion, "Didn’t you say this food was just so-so? How did you finish four in the blink of an eye?"
Gao Hao’s mouth was full of oil, and while speaking, you could even sll the aroma of vinegar and at coming from his mouth, it was just too satisfying.
"Well, it’s just because it was not tasty, I thought I’d eat more now and then eat fewer skewers later, so you guys could have more barbecue."
No, sothing definitely wasn’t right.
Not just Zhang Huixiang, even the other colleagues put down what they were doing and gathered around.
"If soone else said that, I’d believe it, but Haozi, I don’t believe a word of what you’re saying."
"Exactly, your nickna ’Gourmand’ at work isn’t for nothing, would you eat sothing that isn’t tasty?"
"Hey, do you guys rember when the chef at the office cafeteria took a day off, and they brought in a substitute who whipped up a al; Haozi almost made the guy cry with scolding, and now you’re saying this isn’t tasty, but you ate four? Who’d believe that?"
"Move aside, you ate four, let us have a taste too."
Gao Hao was pushed away from the dining table by his coworkers, feeling full of regret, full of remorse!
Regret for not eating faster earlier, if he had eaten all eight in one go, it wouldn’t have ended like this.
Zhang Huixiang and a few others each grabbed a spoon and targeted the remaining lion’s head atballs.
Just one bite.
The seven of them looked at each other in disbelief.
"My gosh, are these really lion’s heads?"
"Whoa, it’s completely transford, no wonder Haozi insisted it wasn’t tasty, turns out it’s delicious!"
"Amazing! From now on, we can’t believe a word Gao Hao says."
Zhang Huixiang took a bite and was blown away, suddenly rembering when Liu Xu insisted on treating him to lion’s head, he finally understood.
It wasn’t because Director Liu wanted to cozy up to him, but because these were genuinely delicious.
Originally, there was one for each person, but thanks to Gao Hao, the seven of them shared the remaining four lion’s head atballs and they were gone in an eye blink.
Everyone was left wanting more.
"Hey, I suddenly don’t want barbecue anymore, how about you guys?"
"Exactly, I was just thinking I’d chow down on thirty at skewers today, but now I can’t imagine the appeal of large chunks of at."
"Didn’t you guys notice, these lion’s head atballs are quite unique? Just talking about the texture, it feels on par with Fun Garden!"
Quyuan Tea House, a place with a history dating back to the Qianlong Era, places they can’t afford to frequent often with their salaries.
But Zhang Huixiang and his colleagues had a unique job that involved frequent entertainnt, so they had arrangents with these big restaurants and visited often.
"It’s not just about being comparable, didn’t you notice these are completely different from our local lion’s head atballs? Oh right, Huixiang, where did you buy these?"
Zhang Huixiang was still bewildered, hearing his coworker call him, he jerked his head up and pointed to the roadside, "Just that food cart."
"Huh." The others couldn’t help but sigh after seeing it.
Such an authentic lion’s head atball from a street vendor?
Though nothing’s surprising these days.
"Let’s go, let’s buy so more."
"Get more, you can’t get enough of these until you’re full in one sitting."
"Let Gao Hao treat us, he ate my share just now, too much!"
Gao Hao laughed foolishly, "Sure, sure, it’s on today. Eat all you want, it’s just street food, what’s the big deal!"
When Gao Hao stood in front of the yellow food cart, he almost wanted to take back what he just said.
"Boss."
"Hmm?" Chen Mo turned his head, curiously looking at the chubby guy outside the food cart.
Gao Hao initially wanted to ask about the price of the lion’s head atballs, but seeing Chen Mo like this, he was montarily dazed.
In the blazing sumr, wearing a black suit.
Holding a cocktail glass, shaking it lightly. A slice of lemon perched on the rim, a few ice cubes inside, the light green liquid swirling with the boss’s motion.
More curious about the boss’s current state than the outrageous price of the lion’s head, he felt like he was seeing an old acquaintance—the dostic 007.
"Boss, what’s that in your glass? The color looks odd." Gao Hao completely forgot about the lion’s head atballs.
It was the first ti he saw soone drinking this light green beverage, possibly a cocktail.
"Cucumber juice, tastes quite good, want a glass?" Chen Mo raised his glass in a toasting gesture, "10 Yuan a glass."
Cucumber... juice?
Such a niche drink!
Gao Hao shook his head repeatedly, "No thanks. Boss, I just wanted to ask, does the price of these lion’s head atballs have to be this high?"
The price was indeed a bit outrageous.
At Fun Garden, original lion’s head sells for 32 Yuan, crab roe lion’s head for 38 Yuan, and they’re a well-established brand.
Selling for 88 Yuan at a street stall, it just seed outrageous.
Chen Mo downed the glass of juice in one go.
It was a new invention, fresh cucumber juice with a bit of lemon juice, ice cubes, and crucially a dash of syrup, the flavor was simply marvelous!
In one gulp, a cool sensation spread throughout his body, from inside out.
"Didn’t you guys just eat it? What do you think?" Chen Mo said calmly.
Whether a dish is expensive or not, if it’s just compared to the market price, it becos aningless.
Actually, Chen Mo left out a point; after all, this was soone else’s place, and saying it might cause trouble.
Back when Brother Jiaozi stood at Jingzhou Bridgehead, and furiously stir-fried perfect freestyle fried rice, it was only 30 Yuan for two servings.
Later went online and saw Yangzhou Fried Rice selling for 300 per serving!
Can you compare?
Comparisons like that would be infuriating, wouldn’t it?
Thus, whether it’s worth it or not, it’s sothing you know in your heart, and Chen Mo clearly conveyed his point.
You’ve already tasted it, whether the price is worth it is a pointless discussion.
If you still want to eat, then it’s worth it.
If you don’t care whether you eat it or not, then it doesn’t matter.
Zhang Huixiang coughed into his fist, "How about we all chip in?"
"Old Zhang, are you trying to provoke ?" Gao Hao turned his head fiercely, "Eat! Everyone, eat! How much you eat today is on !"
Wow~
With soone treating, who needs to hold back?
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