Jiang Yang put the small piece of pig intestine into the pot again. With the sound of frying, the aroma of meat spread again.

It's another round of spicy pork fried rice. As time goes by, the aroma of meat, spicy flavor and fried rice becomes more and more intense, spreading farther and farther.

Many nearby vehicles opened their doors, and one or more people stepped out of each vehicle, sniffing carefully.

"The aroma of fried rice, with pig intestines and pork belly, who is this? Making fried rice on the highway!"

"Oh my god, there are people making fried rice at this time, it's so tempting that I'm dying of greed!!"

"It seems to be the fragrance coming from that RV. Let's go and see what's going on."

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A steady stream of people came to the RV, and only 10 minutes after the stall was set up, there were already thirty or forty people outside.

They all looked inside the car window curiously, but the RV was too high and they couldn't see anything. They could only hear the clanging sounds and the fragrance coming from inside.

Someone saw Chen Hui and Yang Ling eating happily, and couldn't help but ask curiously:

"Did you buy the fried rice here?"

"It looks delicious. How much is a bowl?"

Chen Hui was so spicy that he stammered, "Hiss... Yeah, that's right... Yes, the owner of the RV is selling fried rice, hiss... 50 yuan a portion... shashasha."

Although they couldn't hear clearly, they still understood it clearly.

The RV owner was setting up a stall to sell fried rice, but a serving of fried rice cost as much as 50 yuan.

Some people immediately disagreed, "Stop talking nonsense! How can a serving of fried rice be so expensive? Is it fried rice with king crab and other delicacies as side dishes?"

"Tsk, isn't it just pork intestine and pork belly fried rice? How can it be 50 yuan per portion? You must be kidding."

"If you don't want to tell us, forget it. We'll go ask ourselves."

No one believed Chen Hui's words. They all thought that Chen Hui had gone crazy and was talking nonsense.

Someone knocked on the RV window and asked loudly:

"Boss, how much is your fried rice?"

Jiang Yang was frying the second round of fried rice. He had already sold 8 servings of the first round, so he had to speed up the frying process, otherwise he would be overwhelmed with the number of people.

What you fear will come true. He looked outside and saw a group of people coming in without him noticing.

When he heard someone asking how much fried rice was, he immediately took out his electronic speaker and shouted:

“Selling fried rice!

Spicy pork fried rice costs 50 yuan per serving.

Follow the live broadcast room of Jiang Yang, the street vendor, on Douyin, and find the window to place your order.

It’s actually true!!

A serving of fried rice costs 50 yuan, how expensive!

Wang Jinze, who had just gotten off a long-distance bus, couldn't help but wail in his heart.

For him, a meal on weekdays would not cost more than 20 yuan, and 25 yuan if he is a little more extravagant.

A serving of fried rice at 50 yuan can no longer be described as a luxury, it is simply a waste of money.

He shouted loudly in dissatisfaction:

"What the hell? You're charging so much for a bowl of fried rice, is this robbery?

If it’s cheaper, I’ll buy a bowl for 20 yuan.”

Jiang Yang had anticipated this, but he was too lazy to explain. He just used the electronic speaker and responded nonchalantly:

"50 yuan a portion, eat it if you want, or not, I can't possibly lower the price!"

It’s so free to have the ultimate fried rice cooking skill!

He is not afraid of no one buying, nor is he afraid of being scolded by others.

Anyone who has eaten his fried rice will immediately understand why it is so expensive.

Not only is it incredibly delicious and the ingredients are fresh, but the portions are also generous.

Wang Jinze was so angry that he laughed. This guy was so arrogant in front of customers. Did he still want to continue doing business?

He shouted angrily, "Even if I starve to death in a traffic jam on the highway, I will never eat your 50 yuan fried rice."

Immediately, several people followed suit and shouted:

“Yes, that’s not how you make money.

Why is your fried rice so expensive when it's just a street vendor's dish? It's not a Michelin restaurant."

"We are hungry. If you sell it at a lower price, we will buy it from you."

They are all Wang Jinze's fellow villagers. They work together in Shanghai. Now that the Chinese New Year is approaching, they went home early to prepare for the New Year.

It is not easy to earn money by working. For them, eating fried rice at 50 yuan a meal is just like throwing money away.

But I'm so hungry now, and there's only one RV selling food nearby.

If there were other people setting up stalls, they would definitely go to other places to buy food without saying a word.

Jiang Yang did not back down at all, and still maintained a calm attitude, not caring whether to buy or not.

But at this moment, Ho Chi Minh found that several other truck drivers had arrived at the scene, including Master Zhao.

But the other person was panting heavily. When he came to him, he stretched out his hand without saying a word and asked, "Where is my fried rice?"

"Awesome! You're really trying hard to eat fried rice!"

Hu Zhiming admired Zhao Yong very much. He learned from the WeChat group that the other party was in front of the traffic jam, at least two kilometers away from here.

He is a middle-aged man who lacks exercise and sits for a long time smoking and drinking.

It took him less than 10 minutes to run over here. He really broke the limit of his body!

Before this, Ho Chi Minh had already bought fried rice and mineral water, and the truck drivers who had just arrived had also given him money.

As soon as they received the fried rice takeaway box, they couldn't wait to open it. The spicy aroma immediately filled the air, making them very hungry.

Several truck drivers were amazed:

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