Even the cold noodle vendor, who had just been looking down on the dish, couldn't help but swallow hard, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

He leaned closer to Zhou Yang and asked cautiously, "Young man, how much are these... these fried pebbles?"

A smile crept onto Zhou Yang's lips; he knew the fish had taken the bait.

He scooped the pebbles from the pot into a bowl he had already prepared, handed one to the cold noodle vendor, and announced the price with a smile: "Fifty-one bowls, fair and square!"

"What?!"

The cold noodle vendor nearly popped his eyes out. "Fifty-one bowls?! Why don't you just rob someone?!"

The elderly people around also started making a big fuss.

This is robbery!

"This young man is so heartless!"

"Who can afford to eat fifty-one bowls of stones?"

...

Despite the doubts raised by the crowd, Zhou Yang remained completely calm.

He slowly turned off the stove, picked up a bowl of fried pebbles, blew on it, and began to eat it as if no one else was around.

He scooped up a pebble and gently sucked it in.

The pebbles soak up the broth, releasing a rich, savory flavor with a perfect balance of saltiness and tanginess, offering both a spicy and sour kick and a savory aftertaste.

Various flavors intertwine and collide on the tip of the tongue, eventually blending into an indescribable deliciousness.

This taste is absolutely amazing!

Zhou Yang couldn't help but spit out the pebble with a strong gulp, then gently tossed it away.

He closed his eyes, a look of ecstasy on his face.

Zhou Yang's blissful expression made everyone around him incredibly envious.

The aroma was already enticing, and when combined with Zhou Yang's "vivid" mukbang, it was a double whammy!

Many elderly people couldn't help but swallow hard, making gurgling sounds in their throats.

Finally, an elderly man with gray hair and reading glasses couldn't hold back any longer.

He walked up to Zhou Yang, pointed at the pebbles in the pot, and asked in a trembling voice, "Young...young man, are these...these pebbles really that delicious?"

Zhou Yang opened his eyes, looked at the old man's longing gaze, and nodded with a smile.

The old man gritted his teeth, stamped his foot, pulled a crumpled fifty-yuan note from his pocket, and handed it to Zhou Yang: "One serving, please!"

"Okay!"

Zhou Yang took the money and quickly ladled a bowl of fried pebbles for the old man, thoughtfully adding half a bowl of broth as well.

The old man carefully picked up his spoon, scooped up a trembling pebble covered in sauce, and put it in his mouth.

"hiss--"

The old man's eyes suddenly lit up; this smell...

He didn't even care that it was hot, nor did he have time to spit it out. He scooped up a few more and stuffed them into his mouth, his cheeks bulging, just like a little squirrel stealing pine cones.

A moment later, a series of "puff puff puff" sounds rang out as the old man, like a machine gun firing, spat out five or six smooth pebbles in a row, which landed precisely back into the bowl.

"Old Li, what do you think? Is this stuff really edible?"

An older man of similar age standing next to him, who had been drooling with envy, couldn't wait to ask him more questions.

"Absolutely amazing! Absolutely amazing!"

The old man gave a thumbs up, his face crinkling into a wide smile, "This taste...tsk tsk, indescribable! You'll know once you try it!"

The man who made the cold noodles and the other onlookers stared longingly at the remaining fried pebbles in the pot, their Adam's apples bobbing and their mouths watering.

Fifty-one bowls...

This price is still a bit painful for them.

After all, these days, nobody's money grows on trees!

But this aroma... this old man is eating with such relish!

It's blatant temptation!

The old man slurped up all the pebbles in the bowl in a few gulps, leaving hardly any soup behind.

This time, he couldn't bear to throw away the lunchbox. He licked his lips with lingering satisfaction, staring longingly at the pebbles frying in Zhou Yang's pot, but he didn't have any extra money for another bowl.

He had no choice but to turn to the cold noodle vendor and shout, "Xiao Wang, give me half a jin of cold noodles, just put it in this bowl!"

Alright!

The man selling cold noodles beamed with joy and quickly weighed out half a jin (250 grams) of cold noodles for the old man.

He thought to himself that this pebbling business had actually brought him some customers!

Xiao Wang took the bowl, weighed out half a pound of cold noodles, poured them into the bowl, and vigorously stirred them with chopsticks to ensure that every noodle was evenly coated with the rich sauce.

This flavor is unique and much more fragrant than the seasonings he makes himself!

Before he could even sniff the bowl a couple more times, Old Li snatched it away and started slurping it down without a care in the world.

That sound was even more exciting than Zhou Yang's mukbang!

"Hey, hey, Old Li, slow down! Leave some for me!"

The old man who had just asked the question couldn't hold back any longer and snatched the chopsticks from the old man's hand.

"What are you doing? Trying to rebel?"

The old man glared at him, making a move to snatch it back.

"I...I'll just have one bite! Just one bite!"

As he spoke, the old man quickly shoveled a mouthful of cold noodles into his mouth.

"Hmm..."

With just one bite, the old man's eyes widened instantly, and he seemed to be frozen in place, completely motionless.

"How is it? Delicious, right?"

The old man looked at him triumphantly, his expression as if to say: See? I didn't lie to you.

"So...delicious! It's so delicious!"

The old man mumbled incoherently, but his chopsticks didn't stop moving as he shoveled several more mouthfuls into the food.

Old Li was heartbroken and quickly covered the bowl.

"Go away! Your pension is more than mine, go buy it yourself!"

At this point, the elderly men and women around who had been hesitant could no longer hold back.

"Young man, give me a bowl!"

"I want a bowl too!"

"Me too, me too!"

...

In an instant, everyone rushed to take out their money, afraid that they would miss out on the food if they were late.

Zhou Yang smiled slightly, his heart completely calm, and he even felt a little amused.

He leisurely drank the last bit of soup, and then calmly served everyone the fried pebbles.

"Fifty yuan received via Alipay..."

"Fifty yuan received via Alipay..."

"Fifty yuan received via Alipay..."

...

The notification sounds came one after another, one after another, making Zhou Yang very happy.

In no time, the whole pot of fried pebbles was empty.

Zhou Yang wiped the sweat from his forehead and sighed to himself: It seems that these days, as long as something is made well, even a stone can be sold for the price of gold!

"Grandpas and grandmas, this pot is finished, I'll make another one. If you didn't get any, please wait a moment, it'll be ready in ten minutes!"

He quickly washed the pot clean, preparing to stir-fry another batch.

Over there, the elderly men and women who managed to snag the fried pebbles were eating them with great relish.

They imitated Zhou Yang, slurping the pebbles.

That speed was even faster than Zhou Yang's; it was so fast it made you want to swallow your tongue.

"Delicious! So delicious!"

"This taste is absolutely amazing!"

"Young man, your skills are really good!"

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