Chapter 92 Meow meow meow

Yes, their Pineapple Travel Group was the one that passed by Zhuyuan several times, smelled the aroma every time, but never got to taste the roast duck.

The first time I passed by, a local next to me said, "That's the famous Zhuyuan private dish roast duck, not something that ordinary people can afford."

Although everyone was drooling at the aroma, they had to give up in disappointment because they had to hold their wallets.

As a result, the next day, they passed by this street again and smelled the unforgettable aroma of roast duck again.

Not only that, there were a few people on the roadside crying because they didn’t get to eat roast duck!

The roast duck must be very delicious to make those who haven’t had it beat their chests so much.

Smelling the lingering fragrance in the air, the tourists' saliva began to flow and their appetites were aroused. During the few days he stayed in the capital, he visited many places and ate many famous roast ducks, but none of them were as delicious as the roast duck he smelled at the entrance of Zhuyuan.

It seems that there is a reason why people are expensive.

Today is the last day of their tour group in Beijing. Tomorrow they will leave for the next city. Everyone became extremely anxious when they thought that after this trip, they might never be able to taste such delicious roast duck again.

Even if the roast duck costs two or three thousand yuan, their entire group can still afford a duck if they pool their money. Each person can have a taste of it, which at least satisfies their cravings and curiosity, so it's not a loss.

——When traveling, the main thing is to leave no regrets!

Finally, under everyone's strong request, the tour guide finally agreed to bring everyone here to see if they could buy one.

"But I have to make it clear in advance," Tour Guide Huang warned us before we came, "I can't guarantee that we can buy it. Zhuyuan is a member-only reservation system. Even those rich people have to wait in line for a long time before they can get in and have a meal."

Although we know that there is a high probability that we won’t be able to buy it, we still want to give it a try.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I arrived at Zhuyuan, I saw a snack stand at the main entrance of Zhuyuan. The sign next to it read "Zhuyuan Chef: Master Song" and "Fresh Roast Duck".

Chef Lao Song was lying on a bamboo chair. When he saw the guests, he did not stand up to greet them. He just glanced at them lazily.

——Old Song usually receives big shots, and he doesn’t bother with ordinary tourists like this. It is their honor to be able to eat their own roast duck.

Of course, the tourists also noticed Chef Song’s attitude towards them.

While feeling embarrassed, the tourists comforted themselves in their hearts:

Forget it, she’s a great cook, so it’s normal for her to have a little temper. Isn’t that how it’s portrayed in TV dramas?

Having said that, the tourists still felt a little uncomfortable.

Fortunately, Lao Song's apprentices came up quickly to greet the guests and helped the tourists put their dissatisfaction to rest.

"You are lucky," Lao Song's apprentice No. 1 explained to the tourists, "We usually have a membership reservation system in Zhuyuan. It just so happens that we are having an event today, so we set up a stall outside to sell roast duck. This kind of good thing doesn't usually happen!"

The tourists were immediately excited:

"What a coincidence! It's our last day in Beijing and we just happened to run into an event there."

"This is God's will for us to eat roast duck!"

"I can't wait..."

Tour guide Huang was muttering in his heart:

Why is Zhuyuan suddenly holding an event today? He has lived in the capital for so many years, but he has never heard of it...

Moreover, Tour Guide Huang actually had another concern in his mind.

Was that fragrance I smelled a few days ago really from Zhuyuan? Could it be someone else?

But this guess was too bold and might not be correct, so tour guide Huang did not say it.

Apprentice No. 1 smiled, glanced at the crowd, and asked the tourists: "There are 20 of you. You want to buy 20 roast ducks? One roast duck is 4,000 yuan."

The tourists who were so excited just now suddenly froze when they heard this.

Tour guide Huang coughed awkwardly and said, "No, we only buy one. We have all had lunch, and we just want to taste it."

Hearing this, Lao Song's three disciples all raised their eyebrows, pursed their lips, and said nothing.

The positive service attitude immediately faded.

"No money? Why would you eat roast duck if you don't have money..."

Old Song, who was lying on the chair, also sneered with an ambiguous tone.

'Poor look. '

The subtext is almost written all over his face.

The tourists' faces suddenly turned red and pale, and they felt extremely uncomfortable.

They are consumers, not victims. They should not be treated like this for spending money. If they hadn't smelled the delicious roast duck before, they would have left long ago.

Everyone lined up in front of Lao Song's snack stand with unhappy looks on their faces.

Among the tourists, there was a middle-aged woman who was dressed modestly but wore an antique Patek Philippe watch. When she saw the attitude of Lao Song and his apprentices, she frowned and was immediately aroused to rebel.

The woman's name is He Duojin, a name she changed for herself ten years ago. This sentence is also a true reflection of her life. She started her business at a young age, caught the trend, and grew bigger and stronger to achieve financial freedom. She is now the richest person in the western city.

She joined this tour group which was mostly filled with ordinary people just to accompany her parents. Her parents were old and although they knew that the family was not short of money, they still insisted on joining the tour group with the attitude of saving as much as possible...

It was fine at first, everyone in the group was very friendly, and my parents made a lot of friends.

But at this moment, seeing the tourists in the group being mocked for being poor, especially seeing his parents being ignored at their age, He Duojin could no longer bear it and stood up:

"Isn't it just four thousand yuan each? I want twenty, and I'll give one to each of my friends in the group. Okay, stop looking down on me!"

After that, she took out a black card from her pocket.

It’s just 80,000 yuan.

She usually spend hundreds of thousands of dollars to buy a bag. Is a mere 80,000 yuan worth her parents being turned down?

Old Song and his apprentices were all connoisseurs of good stuff. When they saw the black card, they immediately realized that the person in front of them was an important figure. Several disciples immediately put on a servile smile:

"Oh my, sorry, we didn't recognize the real talent."

"Twenty roast ducks? I'll roast them for you right away!"

Even Old Song, who had been lying on the chair, couldn't help but stand up and lean forward slightly: "Okay, okay, wait a moment."

That attitude can be said to be a 180-degree turn.

A bunch of people who flatter the powerful and look down on the weak. He Duojin's eyes showed even more disdain.

The tourists all looked at He Duojin with envy and shock: After traveling together for a few days, because He Duojin acted relatively low-key, no one realized that there was such a big shot around them!

Her parents tugged at her sleeves, grimacing in pain: "Eighty thousand yuan is so expensive, and their attitude is so bad, you buy their roast duck, aren't you fulfilling their wishes..."

He Duojin shook his head and whispered, "I have a plan in mind."

Finally, the fire in the oven at Lao Song’s snack stall started.

Tourists also lined up in front of Lao Song's snack stall.

At the same time, another group of diners came from the end of the street.

Leading the way was Aunt Wang, who rode a small electric donkey and encouraged everyone: "Come on! It's right in front, and we'll be able to eat Boss Xiaolan's roast duck soon."

Behind her, there were actually forty or fifty people following her. They were all diners on that street who were dazzled by the aroma of roast duck yesterday.

Their original plan was to intercept Boss Xiaolan on his way to Zhuyuan and have him close his stall immediately.

But Aunt Wang also tried this method yesterday, but was told by Boss Xiaolan that he could only set up his stall opposite Zhuyuan and could not sell in advance.

Therefore, the plan to intercept Boss Xiaolan in advance should not be feasible.

"Since we can't intercept them in advance, let's just go to the gate of Zhuyuan and wait. We can sit back and wait, and there's no need to worry about not seeing Boss Xiaolan!" someone suggested.

Everyone responded.

So, all the neighbors rode their bicycles, electric scooters, and tricycles and followed Aunt Wang towards Zhuyuan.

As soon as we arrived at Zhuyuan, we found that there was already a queue in front!

At first glance, there were nearly twenty people.

Because there were too many people, no one could see clearly what the stall in front looked like, but recently the only one who set up a stall in front of Zhuyuan was Boss Xiaolan, so everyone naturally thought that these twenty or so tourists were also queuing for Boss Xiaolan.

"It's only 11:50, and you're already queuing?" Aunt Wang rubbed her eyes, "Boss Xiaolan is here so early today..."

The neighbors also started discussing:

"However, considering how delicious Mr. Xiaolan's roast duck is, it's normal for people to line up in advance."

"The roast duck is still limited. If you come late, you won't be able to buy it!"

"I hesitated for two seconds yesterday. As a result, I was too late and didn't buy the roast duck. I regret it so much."

"That won't work, let's get in line, hurry up!!!"

Through Aunt Wang's retelling, everyone knew that Boss Xiaolan's roast duck was limited in quantity. Fearing that they would not be able to buy the roast duck, everyone hurriedly joined the line without even seeing who was setting up the stall in front of them.

Not only Aunt Wang.

Mrs. Huo, who had just arrived, frowned when she saw Aunt Wang joining the queue.

After thinking for a moment, Mrs. Huo also joined the team with her bodyguards.

——Mrs. Huo was tempted by Aunt Wang’s roast duck yesterday. She heard from Aunt Wang that the roast duck was here, but she had never been there in person, so she didn’t know which stall it was.

But she remembered what Aunt Wang looked like.

Since Aunt Wang is queuing up, it must be right, right?

"Ordinary roast duck is not worth queuing for." Mrs. Huo snorted, "This roast duck, please don't let me down..."

With Madam Huo's status, she was greeted respectfully wherever she went. Even in Zhuyuan, as long as she wanted something, Zhuyuan would send someone to deliver it to her respectfully.

However, privileges would not work in front of the chef at this roadside stall, so Mrs. Huo came to queue up in person.

She must eat the roast duck that she has been thinking about all night today!

Just like that, the line in front of Lao Song's snack stand got longer and longer, and it looked like it was about to block the entire street...

Looking at the team in front of him, Old Song stroked his beard proudly, almost getting carried away: "I told you, as long as I take action, a mere snack stand will not be a problem. Haha, that three-year-old kid's snack stand is no match at all!"

As he spoke, he ordered his apprentices to put more roast ducks into the oven: "There are so many people here, put a little more in, we can still get ten!"

Four thousand per piece, Lao Song can get a lot of commission. With so many people buying, you’d be a fool not to sell!

For an oven like theirs, twenty roast ducks are the best. Thirty is a bit of a stretch. If there are more, the ducks will be heated unevenly, and the color, aroma and taste will be affected.

This is also one of the important reasons why Jian Yunlan only sells twenty each time.

At this time, there were nearly fifty roast ducks in Lao Song's oven.

The apprentices were sweating profusely and couldn't help but advise: "Master, there are too many roast ducks. What if we can't sell all of them..."

"Can't sell out?" Old Song was so angry that he blew his beard and glared. "There are hundreds of people queuing up now. There must be not enough. How can it not be sold out? Put two more!"

The apprentices had no choice but to bend down and start putting the duck into the full oven.

There was a huge crowd of people in front of Lao Song's snack stand.

Xu Shishi and Mu Mingqiu, who were waiting for Boss Xiaolan nearby, of course also noticed the long queue here, but Mu Mingqiu only cared about Boss Xiaolan and not anyone else. Fewer competitors would make it convenient for him to buy roast duck.

Xu Shishi grumbled, "Are these people stupid? Or have they been cheated? Zhuyuan roast duck is not only not tasty but also expensive. They are a bunch of suckers..."

After saying that, she withdrew her gaze and continued to wait for Boss Xiaolan.

Passers-by couldn't help but look sideways and discuss:

"What kind of queue is this?" "I don't know, but I heard there's delicious food there." "Delicious food? So many people are queuing, so I'll queue too."

I have to say that Chinese people all have some genes for watching the fun. When we see others queuing, we can't help but want to queue up too. We would feel uncomfortable if we don't.

Everyone saw that there were men, women, young and old of all ages in front of the snack stand, and they subconsciously joined the line without even knowing what was going on.

As a result, the line in front of Lao Song's snack stand became longer and longer...

When Lao Hu, the lobby manager of Zhuyuan, saw this, he immediately became delighted.

"I told you! The reason why that three-year-old kid's snack stand was able to beat us is simply because it's more down-to-earth. As long as we at Zhuyuan lower our status, we can beat him in a matter of minutes!"

As Lao Hu spoke, he ordered his employees to take their phones and go out to broadcast the live broadcast.

As one of the backbones of Zhuyuan, Lao Hu still has some sense of new media.

The title of the live broadcast is "Hundreds of people line up to buy a roast duck priced at 4,000 yuan! Zhuyuan, a century-old famous restaurant in Beijing, is rejuvenated with new vitality"...

As soon as the live broadcast room was opened, it immediately attracted a lot of viewers and its popularity soared.

[Fuck, there are so many rich people? We have to queue up to buy a roast duck for 4,000 yuan? ! 】

[As expected of Beijing, this is the place where Green River’s wealthy families often write…]

[Can you rich people share some of your money with me? I’m going crazy with jealousy :))]

Looking at the thriving scenes in front of the snack stall and in the live broadcast room, Lao Hu and Lao Song were extremely happy.

Seeing that the roast duck in the oven was about to be cooked and it was time to start collecting money, Old Song was even more delighted and had already imagined the wonderful days of counting money.

The diners were eagerly waiting.

Gradually, someone discovered something was wrong:

"Do you smell the aroma of roast duck?"

"I smelled a little bit, but it didn't feel right."

"Yeah, it's different from what I smelled yesterday. Yesterday's scent was pure roast duck, but this time it smells... it feels like the smell of spices and technology is a bit strong..."

However, everyone just grumbled in private, and the queue continued as usual.

Maybe the boss changed the recipe? It doesn't smell that good, but it should taste good.

Many people thought about it.

They have been queuing for most of the day, they can't wait in vain.

While waiting in line, Aunt Wang also chatted with the people in front of her: "How long have you been waiting in line? By the way, how much is this roast duck?"

"We've been waiting in line for more than 20 minutes," the tourist in front of her answered, "4,000 yuan a piece, we can't actually afford it, it was Aunt He from the group who treated us..."

"Four thousand yuan?!" Aunt Wang gasped, "When did Mr. Xiaolan raise the price?"

"Wait, that's not right, could it be——"

Hearing this, the other diners were also stunned.

Four thousand yuan? Didn’t we agree that Boss Xiaolan’s roast duck would be one hundred yuan each?

Isn't the queue they are queuing for Boss Xiaolan? ?

That's not possible?

And just at this moment.

A small tricycle passed slowly by the huge crowd.

The little boy on the tricycle blinked and looked at the long queue, a hint of confusion revealed in his round eyes.

At the same time, in the boy's tricycle, the roast duck that was cooked to perfection gave off a rich and tempting aroma that spread irresistibly...

Just smelling that familiar aroma reminds people of the sizzling roast duck in the oven, the bright red, plump crispy skin, and the soft meat.

...and immediately covered up the aroma of Lao Song's roast duck full of seasonings.

The diners looked at the queues they were waiting in.

Then look at the little blue boss on the side.

Look at your own team again.

Look at Boss Blue again.

Diners: “…”

Diners: “…………”

Not buddy.

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The atmosphere was eerily quiet for a moment.

Finally, it was Aunt Wang's scream that broke the silence:

"Boss Xiaolan, why are you over there?!" Aunt Wang's eyes were red with disbelief, "Then what on earth is this queue that we have been waiting in for so long for???"