Gourmet: Midnight Vending-Chapter 354 - 329: Huang Bo’s Wager

The girl just said something like, "Do you not love me?" and Boss Xiao Chen mentioned there’s only one lion’s head left in the pot.

In this situation, this guy actually dares to ask if he can taste it one more time?

Whether it’s Gao Hao, Zhang Huixiang, or the hundreds of viewers in the live stream, there’s only one thought in everyone’s mind: Are you out of your mind?

Upon hearing this, Zhu Yan was also a bit surprised.

Is this still the boyfriend who listens to everything I say?

Zhu Yan’s nose tingled, and her eyes immediately turned red.

Huang Bo suddenly realized he’d made a mistake in his heart, blaming the lion’s head for clouding his judgment, making him say such brazen words.

"No... what I mean is..." Huang Bo’s mind raced.

Based on past experience, the best way to solve this situation is not to keep explaining, but to shift the focus to something else.

So, he deliberately acted serious, "Yanyan, now’s not the time to be sulky. I have to taste it once more to confirm something."

In Zhu Yan’s bewildered gaze, Huang Bo’s look became more determined, "Have you forgotten why we’re here?"

Zhu Yan was more confused, weren’t we here to eat?

Then she saw Huang Bo decisively scoop out half of the lion’s head, dip it in vinegar, and eat it.

The viewers in the live stream were all astonished by this scene.

"How delicious does this lion’s head have to be for this guy to dare not let his girlfriend have a bite!"

"Awesome, awesome! A role model for us all, this is a real man."

"You can’t indulge women; why should the last one always go to the girlfriend?"

"But to be fair, it seems this revamped lion’s head is truly delicious, to make a man risk his life to eat it!"

Huang Bo’s maneuver was indeed ruthless enough, so Zhu Yan stopped crying, looking at him coldly, waiting for a reasonable explanation.

And Huang Bo, indeed consumed by the lion’s head, simply finished it off, eating up all the remaining bits!

He put on a facade of facing a formidable enemy, while inwardly feeling quite thrilled.

’How can this lion’s head taste this good? Damn, it’s way better than traditional lion’s head!’

’Man, this old Chen vinegar is the finishing touch. Without it, I could only eat one at best. Now I’ve eaten two without feeling greasy and I even want another!’

’Damn, how should I explain this to Yanyan?’

Huang Bo continued to maintain that facade, giving off the impression that he was about to do something, while in fact, he was calculating how to explain it all to save his own skin.

It wasn’t until the flavor in his mouth faded that Huang Bo took a deep breath. He looked at Gao Hao and asked, "Brother, what are you streaming today?" 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

Gao Hao was a bit confused.

He thought to himself, your girlfriend is about to explode, and you’re worried about what I’m streaming. Naturally, he wouldn’t say that out loud.

"It’s just that the authentic lion’s head over there is betting against Boss Xiao Chen today. I’m streaming to see who will win or lose."

Huang Bo nodded. He could obviously feel Zhu Yan’s emotions on the verge of exploding, but he wasn’t in a hurry and continued to ask, "What’s the bet about?"

Gao Hao said, "It’s to see whose lion’s head sells more tonight. The loser has to work for the winner for free."

Huang Bo nodded.

He turned to look at Chen Mo, who was sipping juice.

"Brother, do you dare to make a bet with me?"

Chen Mo: ...

"Honestly, I also run a Yangzhou Fried Rice restaurant in the city, and our business is pretty good, even a bit famous online."

"Although I haven’t tasted your fried rice yet, I saw how you cooked it on the roadside before."

To tell the truth, Chen Mo found this quite puzzling.

He initially came to sell some lion’s head; whether it was adding soy sauce or old Chen vinegar, it was all about enhancing the dish’s characteristics.

Then suddenly, a pair of brothers wanted to gamble with him, claiming it was for the honor of authentic lion’s head, but he didn’t know what sort of honor...

Then they decided to boost sales by making fried rice, and now another guy wanted to bet with him?

"Ssssss~"

Chen Mo drank the avocado juice from his cup, it really tasted awful.

"What’s the bet?"

Seeing that the other side responded, Huang Bo immediately breathed a sigh of relief, casting a sideways glance at his girlfriend. Noticing that Zhu Yan’s previously explosive emotion was indeed drawn to this side, a huge stone fell from his heart.

"Here’s the thing, I don’t think the brothers next door can beat you today, so how about this."

"You also make fried rice, and coincidentally, I can make fried rice too. Let’s set a time tomorrow afternoon, right here at this spot. I’ll make my Yangzhou Fried Rice, and you make your revamped fried rice. We’ll operate until 11 PM, and do it for three days in total to see who sells more!"

Click, click, click.

Upon hearing this, Chen Mo placed his cup under the juice dispenser, mentally chanting: Make a bubbly, fermented white grape juice.

This was also a new trick Chen Mo recently discovered.

By placing a request, the juice dispenser would try its best to comply. By adding descriptors like "bubbly" or "fermented" to ordinary grape juice, you end up with a cup of: champagne!

"How do you want to bet?" Chen Mo asked, holding the champagne with a smile.

In a daze, he gave the impression of a remarkable Gatsby.

Huang Bo was taken aback.

Dude, why are you putting on such airs?

It’s one thing to act all high and mighty, but you... uh, we haven’t even started yet, and you’re popping the champagne?

"However you all are betting, I’m in. So, what do you say, dare to take me on?"

Chen Mo nodded, but there was also a question.

"How much does your Yangzhou Fried Rice sell for per serving?"

Huang Bo wasn’t sure what Chen Mo meant, so he replied honestly, "It’s 288 yuan per serving! Oh right, that’s the price at our restaurant, but since we’re setting up a stall, it definitely has to be cheaper. I’ll go with 188 yuan; how about it, buddy, isn’t that fair enough?"

It sure is fair.

Chen Mo smiled, taking a sip of his bubbly, fermented white grape juice, feeling like he already won. But to further increase sales, Chen Mo still shared his thoughts.

"For ordinary customers, 188 yuan for a serving of fried rice is already expensive. I think, without tasting it first-hand, very few people would buy a second serving after the first... Hmm, is there anyone who can eat three servings in one sitting?"

Yu Hongtao, who was eating his third serving of fried rice, paused for a moment, turning his back to Chen Mo, not wanting to see him.

"So how about this?" Chen Mo finished his champagne, feeling pleasantly cool.

He slowly shared his idea with them.