There are so many people queuing up over there, I wonder how late the owner will close his stall.

She really wanted to try Mr. Shi's cooking tonight.

It smells so good, it's absolutely delicious! How come her scrambled eggs never smell this good?

Wang Yang, the son, glanced at the queue and said, "I'll go join the queue."

With so many people, it'll probably take a long time to stand.

He's young and can stand, but Mom's back is too weak; squatting, standing, or sitting for even a short while is exhausting.

Wang Yang took a picture of the queue and then walked to the end of the line to join the queue.

Then he posted the photo in the group chat.

[Being sent out to buy fried rice in the middle of the night, and there's such a long line—what's the magic behind it?]

I had just posted it and was about to complain when the aroma of fried rice wafted into my nostrils.

Wang Yang froze, then took two deep breaths.

"It smells so good."

I hadn't noticed because I was standing far away, but now, with a gust of wind blowing from the front, the smell of fried rice has been carried over.

It covered him in it.

The diners in front of him nodded in agreement, "Right? It smells amazing! Boss Shi is incredible, everything smells delicious and tastes amazing."

【Beep beep beep】

A WeChat message came through my phone.

Someone in the group replied.

[Ah Cai: Could it be the same company? [Image]]

[Recipe: My dad just said he was going out to buy fried rice with eggs, and my mom scolded him for going out fooling around so late at night.]

[A-Cai @ Fangzi: Your dad didn't go fooling around, so he's ahead of me in line [image].]

Wang Yang looked at the diners queuing in front of him one by one, just as his friend A Cai was also looking back. The two looked at each other, pointed at each other, and had knowing expressions.

[Wang Yang @ A Cai: Were you also sent by your family?]

[Ah Cai: No, I just came out of an internet cafe and was hungry. I saw there were a lot of people, so I joined the queue. The owner hadn't arrived yet when I got here. I was about to leave, but after listening to their conversation, the owner seemed to be someone important, so I stayed.]

[Ah Cai: Can you smell that? It smells amazing!]

[Wang Yang: I can smell it! The line is so long! Can you buy it for me? I'm at the very back of the line.]

[Ah Cai: That won't work, there's a limit of three servings per person. My brother just said he'd get two for him, he wants some.]

Purchase restrictions?

This was something Wang Yang hadn't expected; he'd never seen a food street with egg fried rice subject to purchase restrictions.

[Wang Yang: Did your brother eat two portions?]

He had met Ah Cai's brother before, and his appetite was even smaller than his own, so it didn't seem like he could finish two portions by himself.

[Ah Cai: Yeah, he said he'd save one portion to reheat for breakfast tomorrow, which is normal. My brother's a huge fan of this owner; he's tried so many of her things. Just now, when I told him I was at the food street, he called me right away.]

So that's how it is. Wang Yang roughly understands now.

But why does this fried rice smell better and better?

Shi Yi has already cooked two servings of fried rice.

The fragrant fried rice was a hit with everyone as soon as it came out of the pan, prompting them to shake their heads in disapproval.

"This is outrageous, Boss Shi! How are the other fried rice vendors supposed to make a living if you keep doing this?"

"It smells amazing."

"Boss Shi, how come your fried rice smells so good and looks so delicious?"

Let alone the aroma, just looking at the color makes one's mouth water.

Golden eggs coated each grain of rice, glistening slightly with oil, and steam sizzled upwards, carrying the aroma of the charred egg and the sweetness of the rice. (This chapter has been read. Please click to continue reading the next chapter!)