A few colleagues looked at each other and walked into one of the noodle shops casually. Dong Xiaojie walked in at the end. At this moment, he smelled a faint meaty aroma in the air. He turned his head and looked at the street.

"Braised pork rice, freshly made braised pork rice, large portion, filling..."

The horn on a snack stall not far away caught his attention. The faint aroma reminded him of the strong smell of meat last night, and he paused.

"Wait, let me go over there and take a look." Dong Xiaojie said to several colleagues.

He took two steps following the scent, and just as he reached the roadside stall, he saw the source of the strong meat aroma: an oversized electric rice cooker with its lid open, steaming broth and translucent meat chunks swirling inside.

Dong Xiaojie's eyes suddenly lit up. This was the braised pork rice he wanted to eat.

"Boss, how much is your braised pork rice?" he asked.

Liu Miaomiao looked at the tall, thin man wearing glasses in front of the stall and introduced him with a smile, "This braised pork rice is 25 yuan per portion. Would you like one?"

The price was more expensive than the average rice bowl. Dong Xiaojie was a little hesitant, but when he smelled the aroma of meat, he gritted his teeth and said, "Give me one."

"Okay." Liu Miaomiao said.

She took out a disposable lunch box, scooped rice from another electric rice cooker and spread it on the bottom of the lunch box, then took out an egg from the braised meat pot, placed three rectangular slices of pork belly with uniform color and one finger thick on the rice, and finally put some corn kernels and a few rapeseeds on it, and used a spoon to pour a spoonful of deep red braised soup on the rice.

Liu Miaomiao covered the lunch box, put it in the bag and handed it over.

"Your braised pork rice is twenty-five yuan."