Divorced and Determined: The CEO's Ex-Wife Fights for Love-Chapter 149

Chapter 149 One Bite Means the End of Me!

At the entrance of Huaguo Mountain Park, seven or eight tour buses slowly pulled in, each bearing the ‘Frog Travel Group’ logo.

After parking, crowds of tourists poured out, all wearing little yellow hats and waving small red flags. The large group moved forward in an orderly fashion.

“Huaguo Mountain? Is this where the Monkey King lives?”

“No, that’s in Yun’gang City. This Huaguo Mountain just has the same name.”

“The scenery looks nice. Can we pick peaches here?”

“I heard Jiangcheng is a ‘food desert’—nothing here is worth eating. Let’s just look around and wait until the next stop in Haishi for good food.”

“Haishi’s clay pot chicken and oil-poached fish are amazing!”

“Stop talking about food! You’re making me hungry! This place probably doesn’t have anything good to eat.”

“If nothing else, we can just eat KFC or something.”

…

With nearly 300 tourists, the group followed their guide and scattered throughout Huaguo Mountain Park.

“A true hero climbs to the top! Let’s conquer the summit and enjoy the breathtaking view!”

The tourists were full of enthusiasm and ambition.

Since they were here, they had to climb the peak—otherwise, the trip would feel wasted. Huaguo Mountain had rugged peaks and diverse scenery, standing 1,077 meters above sea level. There was no cable car—only leg power could take you up. Whoever made it to the top was truly a hero.

“Everyone, gather at the base and stock up on water and snacks. There are no supplies on the mountainside—only a small shop at the summit.”

The tour guide warned them. He had seen this situation too many times—tourists always started off acting tough, thinking they could climb Everest, only to collapse one-third of the way up, panting like dying dogs.

“There’s a small shop at the base! Follow me!”

“Is there food? I need to eat something first.”

“I’m starving! We really should have eaten before climbing. No energy otherwise!”

“This place probably only sells biscuits and bread.”

The crowd in yellow hats swarmed towards the base of the mountain. Soon, they spotted a long, winding queue at the foot of the mountain.

At the front of the line, there was a bustling snack stall, packed with people—a stark contrast to the deserted nearby stalls.

“It smells amazing!”

“I can smell stir-fried rice noodles!”

“Didn’t expect to find a snack stall here! And look at that long line!”

“Guide, is this place famous? So many people lining up—it must be a local specialty! Do you know about it?”

“…No idea. Never heard of it.”

The guide looked confused, shaking his head as he led the group forward.

“Hey, young man! Is the food here any good? What did you buy?”

The young man shook his head vigorously, saying, “Not good at all. I didn’t buy anything.”

But as he spoke, he was holding a huge bag of food and quickly walking away.

“???”

“If it’s bad, why did he buy so much?”

“That guy is lying! He was practically drooling while saying it’s not good!”

“Hey, buddy! You bought a lot—what kind of snack stall is this? Is it some online-famous place?”

“…Aba aba aba…”

“…”

“Excuse me, miss, you bought so much—what’s the best thing to eat here?”

“Miss?”

The middle-aged woman thought she misheard, but when she realized someone called her ‘miss’, she was instantly delighted—such an appropriate title!

“Are you from out of town?”

“Yeah, we’re tourists.”

“Good, then I don’t have to worry.”

“Worry about what?”

The woman explained.

“This stall’s food is ridiculously good. The line is always insanely long, and customers are really competitive. Regulars don’t want new customers—they see them as enemies!”

“That’s a bit exaggerated, isn’t it?”

“Not at all! Ask anyone, and they’ll say it’s ‘not good’—just to stop you from lining up. Supplies are limited. If you get some, it means someone else might not. Get it now?”

“Then we HAVE to try it! Thank you, miss!”

“Hehe, you’re welcome.”

“I’m getting in line! You guys go climb the mountain first.”

“Me too! It smells too good!”

“What about climbing? Where’s your enthusiasm?”

“Eat first, climb later!”

“This line is ridiculously long—how long will it take?”

“Everyone else is lining up. I can’t let my stomach down!”

In an instant, a huge portion of the tour group abandoned their climbing plans and joined the queue. The line stretched from the base of the mountain all the way to the central flower bed in the park square.

“Holy crap! This line is terrifying! The last person might starve to death before reaching the front!”

Passersby started taking photos—some posting on social media, others uploading to Douyin (TikTok).

Scenes like this were rare!

“Forget it, I’m not lining up. This queue is scary.”

“That young vendor can handle this? His wok hasn’t stopped moving for a second—he’s like the ancestor of Parkinson’s disease! Insane skills!”

“How much is he making today?”

As satisfied customers left with their food, bad news started spreading:

“Osmanthus Oolong Milk Tea is SOLD OUT!”

“Mung Bean Smoothie is SOLD OUT!”

“Crystal Shrimp Dumplings are SOLD OUT!”

The tourists panicked—they hadn’t even gotten their turn yet, and items were already disappearing!

“Nooo! I’ve been waiting 25 minutes!”

“Finally my turn! One order of stir-fried rice noodles, please! Smells amazing!”

“I want Ice Jelly Cake!”

“Chicken Wings! Imperial Concubine Chicken Wings!”

Tourists who originally thought Jiangcheng was a food desert had no expectations—but now, they were glued to this snack stall at the base of Huaguo Mountain.

“This stir-fried rice noodles is incredible! I’ve never had anything this good!”

“My Ice Jelly Cake is amazing! The best dessert ever!”

“Oh my god, I just tasted the ancestor of Twice-Cooked Pork!”

“It looks so good—let me have a bite!”

“NO! One bite means the end of me!”

“This handsome vendor has skills! His cooking is five-star restaurant level!”

“Five stars? His food is even better than a five-star chef’s!”

“The true masters are hidden among the common folk!”

…

“This is too good! I suddenly don’t want to leave—I want to stay in Jiangcheng for a few more days!”

“Me too!”

“Are we still climbing?”

“Forget climbing! This Chicken Tofu Soup is more important! It’s fresh, fragrant, tender, and smooth—but it’s limited to one per person!”

“This Jiangcheng trip was worth it! I’ve found my dream food—no regrets in life!”

“Totally worth it!”

…

The once-enthusiastic mountain climbers had completely surrendered to food.

Even the tour guide, munching on chicken wings, thought, This is the easiest tour I’ve ever led. Just eat amazing food all day and the job’s done.

“Wait… When did Jiangcheng get such an incredible snack stall? How did I not know?”

“They have a night stall at University Town’s Night Market. Wanna go?” Tour guide said.

“YES!”

…

As Lu Qin closed shop, half the tourists still hadn’t gotten their food, looking like they were about to cry.

One guy even chased Lu Qin’s tricycle, panting.

“Swallow! Swallow! How do I live without you?”

“His name is Lu, you drama king!”

“I didn’t get any! I had to steal half a piece of Ice Jelly Cake from the tour guide—it was SO GOOD!”

“We HAVE to go to the night market!”

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