True food lovers all have one trait: they really like to stuff their mouths full and then chew vigorously.
Fang Zhizhong is just like that. He had just swallowed his last bite and imdiately scooped another mouthful of fried rice into his mouth. The portions of these two servings of fried rice are definitely large enough, but that didn’t stop President Fang from his love for food.
The large lunch box was almost half empty in an instant, and his wolfing down the food made other custors drool.
"Hey, bro, let ask you, is the fried rice really that good?" Old Zhao asked, trying to suppress his dry throat.
Although today they also queued up to buy sothing, Old Zhao and Guo Aiping’s spots were relatively near the front. At that ti, Chen Mo’s dishes were still quite complete.
So, Old Zhao naturally bought egg dumplings, two bowls of pork innards porridge, and a serving of spicy diced chicken.
Logically speaking, for a midnight snack, that amount should be enough to get full.
But unfortunately, the food was too delicious. After eating, you still want more. It’s tough to handle. Old Zhao thought he had eaten the best delicacy from the food cart, but now there’s this "Follow Your Heart" fried rice.
Just now, Guo Aiping whispered to him, saying she liked that potato cake the most. If only they could make fried rice with potato cakes, it would definitely be delicious!
So Old Zhao couldn’t resist anymore, very curious about this "Follow Your Heart" egg fried rice, even more curious about the "Perfect" fried rice!
Fang Zhizhong, after eating more than half, felt sowhat full and slowed his pace of eating.
"I’m not bragging; this is definitely the best fried rice I’ve ever had!" Fang Zhizhong gave a thumbs up, his face full of satisfaction, "You can’t even imagine how delicious this fried rice is!"
Even a CEO like Fang Zhizhong, who is used to gourt food, felt at a loss for words at the mont, "Each small dish retains its original flavor, yet they all blend together! The most outrageous part is, this rice actually tastes like burnt rice crust when you eat it. Can you believe that?"
Fang Zhizhong’s praise attracted the custors, who gathered to listen to his bragging. Fortunately, he’s a big boss, used to speaking at company etings, not at all timid in such situations; in fact, he got more excited as he spoke.
"Damn, I can’t stand this guy! I wasn’t full in the first place, and he’s here boasting!" Dunzi, who was at the edge of the crowd, said angrily, "So annoying!"
Zhang Feng, who ca along with him, was also gritting his teeth!
As Cadillac owners, when they first arrived, they went directly with the technician to Shanshui Hall.
They thought they could enjoy a great foot massage and a full al, but in the end, except for the first technician, none of the others returned!
Zhang Feng asked for quite so ti before finding out that the custors had implented so sort of temporary purchase limit.
This pissed Dunzi off. He floored the accelerator, driving Zhang Feng straight to the bridgehead. As soon as they got out of the car, they saw that man holding a large bowl of fried rice, showing off, without even listening to what they wanted to ask. That guy just kept bragging about how delicious the fried rice was.
"Can you stand it? I certainly can’t stand it anymore!" Dunzi said, bewildered.
Zhang Feng clenched his fists as well, "I can’t stand it at all!"
The two of them exchanged a glance, seemingly reaching so sort of agreent.
Zhang Feng swiftly got into the CT5 and started the engine while Dunzi squeezed through the crowd of onlookers, making his way forcefully to Fang Zhizhong.
"You have to say this small boss has so skills. Why did the dry rice suddenly beco moist and soft? I think this is what the small boss ntioned earlier about α and β... Oh, shit!"
Just as Fang Zhizhong was enthusiastically explaining, a big hand appeared and disappeared like a ghost.
After this process was over, nothing changed, except...
"Damn it! Soone’s stealing the rice!" Fang Zhizhong pointed at the back of a burly man in a black short-sleeved shirt, "Stop him, he’s stealing the rice!"
Although Dunzi looked like a gangster, he’s actually a regular person. This was the first ti he did sothing like snatching food, so naturally, he found it thrilling, "Catch the rice thief!"
Zhang Feng was holding the steering wheel, already in Drive mode, he reached out and caught the lunch box thrown at him, "Damn, it really slls good!"
Despite looking strong, Dunzi swiftly jumped into the car.
or 40 people watched these two n execute this seamless operation in amazent.
The main thing is, in this day and age, incidents of street theft almost only happen in news stories, let alone for just a serving of fried rice!
Is it worth it?
Fang Zhizhong was also stunned. It was only after they had run away that he realized he forgot to note their license plate, only to exclaim in shock, "Darn, is this a gang operation?"
Uncle Liu and Brother Squid were drinking small sips of alcohol, back to back.
"The events of these past twenty years at the bridgehead aren’t as interesting as these last three days."
Brother Squid popped a peanut into his mouth, "Maybe it’s because college students’ startups are like this, right?"
Old Liu never went to college either...
"Possibly, probably?"
By this ti, Chen Mo had already packed up. Unexpectedly, sothing so outrageous happened right before he was about to pack up his stall.
Maybe others don’t know, but Chen Mo recognizes those two people.
But there’s no point in saying that, Chen Mo, amidst everyone’s amused yet helpless gaze, pressed the cockpit button.
"Backing up, please be aware!"
"Backing up, please be aware!"
"Backing up, please be aware!"
The little yellow car started moving away, just a tad faster than walking pace.
"Boss, are you coming back tomorrow?"
"Teacher Xiao Chen, what ti will you open shop tomorrow?"
"Boss Chen, why are you driving in reverse?"
Hearing the voices behind him, Chen Mo awkwardly rubbed his forehead, pressed the stop button, then the forward button, and turned around to continue ho, avoiding replying to the diners.
After all, it was really embarrassing.
...
Late night, 2:10 AM.
Zhang Feng, after a five-minute sprint, parked by the roadside near an old residential area.
"Damn, that was thrilling!"
Dunzi was panting heavily, "It was pretty damn thrilling indeed. I never imagined that at my age of over thirty, I would ever steal soone else’s food!"
"Damn! A gentleman doesn’t eat food served with disrespect; ours doesn’t count as that, right?"
"No shit, ours was stolen!" Dunzi tossed away the spoon and pulled out two pairs of disposable chopsticks from the glove compartnt.
"You actually have these things in your car?" Zhang Feng was shocked.
Who keeps chopsticks in their car like a decent person?
Dunzi nodded, "The last ti I went to Shanshui Hall for a foot massage, they gave them as a gift."
Zhang Feng also nodded, feeling it made sense but also a bit strange.
No matter.
Dunzi clutched the lunch box and took a bite; Zhang Feng took the box and did the sa.
"Amazing! No wonder that old man was bragging."
Zhang Feng inhaled deeply, the air passing through his mouth into his lungs, and he could still taste the incredibly savory flavor, "Delicious, it feels like tasting an entire gourt street with one bite."
Under the dim car lights in the darkness, the two ate mouthful by mouthful, savoring every bite.
"Don’t you think this al tastes even better? I an, it’s better than anything we ate yesterday?"
After finishing the box, Dunzi reclined the seat back with satisfaction, lying down.
Zhang Feng, in deep thought, asked, "Could it be that because it’s stolen, it tastes better?"
The two of them were silent for several seconds.
Indeed, stolen food does taste better!
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