Before long, Chen Xian packed all the food that had barely been touched into an oil paper bag.
Stewed chicken, braised pork knuckle, roast duck, stewed goose...
Uncle Fu went to the kitchen to see the table full of food, including chicken and braised pork...
Then he gave an order and had the kitchen pack up about ten meals and dump them all on Chen Xian.
"Take it back for my young master and nephew to eat..."
Then, right in front of the waiter, he poured all of that chili-like stuff onto the remaining pork, chicken, and goose meat!
Uncle Fu's expression was comical: "Damn it, you bastard, you're taking advantage of me! You'll eat meat, you'll eat shit!"
Chen Xian suddenly remembered someone who had turned into a meme and couldn't help but chuckle.
Manager Jiang was dumbfounded.
"Boss Fu, what's going on? Are you ruining our reputation? There's too much chili, someone could die."
Bright red and unsightly; in short, it looks like meat stuffed inside a chili pepper.
Uncle Fu said calmly, "Does the Song family eat here more often, or do I eat here more often? Manager Jiang, are you not planning to do business with Rainforest Bookstore and Baixing Cloth Shop anymore?"
Manager Jiang said speechlessly, "Fine, never mind. I'll make a trip there myself later."
He understood the difference between a one-off deal and a long-term, sustainable business.
Damn it, looking at the large bags of meat and vegetables in Chen Xian's hands, and then at the three dishes on the table, not only were they spicy, but the quantity didn't match up either.
The waiter chuckled dryly, "Boss, it's evening, and not many people are eating. We prepare fresh ingredients every day, and slaughtering and cooking them now would take too much time."
Before long, Chen Xian simply found a sack, filled it with the meat and vegetables, put it on the horse, and rode back home in a leisurely manner.
Uncle Fu waved and said, "Drive carefully, it will be dark soon."
"Never mind, I'll arrange for a few of my guys to deliver one to you."
...
The stomachs of the Song family's attendants had been rumbling for a while.
They saw people coming from the restaurant from a great distance.
The attendant was slightly taken aback as he looked at the three portions of food.
The man was also carrying a bulging oil paper package.
Hearing voices at the door, Song Shaobai called the person in.
"What's wrong?"
Manager Jiang smiled and said, "To ensure the freshness of the ingredients, we haven't prepared that many yet. The rest may take an hour or two to prepare."
"Young master, why don't you try eating at another restaurant?"
His expression was calm, but he seemed slightly guilty after speaking.
The young man sniffed, "Open it!"
A strong, pungent smell filled the room.
Just as Manager Jiang was about to start his deception.
Song Shaobai looked at the pile of red powder and snapped, "Shopkeeper, can you explain this to me? Huh?"
"Yes, but you can't eat too much. This is a new way of eating it that we've introduced: eat it with steamed buns."
Unwrapping the oil paper package revealed a dozen or so white steamed buns.
The attendants, who were crowded at the door, were already starving. They ignored the aroma of meat and the strong, strange smell, and their mouths were watering.
Song Shaobai was speechless: "Fine, if it's not tasty, throw it in his face."
Manager Jiang was quite embarrassed. Damn it, old man Fu, you've really screwed me over.
In an instant, more than a dozen followers rushed to the table like hungry wolves!
Tear off a piece of meat, open your mouth and stuff it in.
"Spicy! Spicy! Spicy!"
Manager Jiang quickly said, "Hurry up and eat some steamed buns."
Then, feigning concern, he said, "Forget it, most people aren't used to this new dish, so I'll just throw it away and make it for you all again!"
"Old Deng, stop!"
The dozen or so people were eating so well that their mouths were practically dripping with oil!
It startled him.
Song Shaobai was a little puzzled. Was it really that fragrant?
He tentatively took a small bite, which immediately struck the top of his head. His fair face contorted, and the veins in his neck bulged out, as if he had been kicked in the balls by a donkey. His expression was somewhat distorted.
"Fuck!"
Manager Jiang shouted, "Old Fu, you fucking killed me!"
"Stimulate!"
Song Shaobai exhaled a breath of hot air, which seemed to cook the surrounding air.
"That was awesome!"
Manager Jiang swallowed hard. Could this child be some kind of awakened, strange being?
He quickly tried to salvage the situation, saying, "Never mind, this dish is very strong in flavor. I'll go buy you some from another place. You might feel a little uncomfortable down there after eating it."
After speaking, he reached out to take the meat away.
"Put that out, old man!"
Manager Jiang was startled; the eyes of the dozen or so people seemed to be burned by the chili peppers.
You can even see tiny flames inside the eyeballs.
More than ten people sat in a circle, and there was one man who poured wine from the table and savored it carefully.
A mouthful of meat, a mouthful of wine.
Manager Jiang was speechless. This guy's asking for trouble.
A few dull-witted men, who hadn't managed to get any meat, were quietly chewing on the steamed buns placed nearby.
I didn't get a single piece of meat.
They stared longingly at the meat, while the more assertive men simply ignored them and focused only on themselves.
He repeated himself, kindly reminding, "Don't eat too much, or your lower body won't be able to handle it, and it could really kill you."
"Shut up, you old geezer, get out of here!"
Song Shaobai didn't take it to heart, slowly eating his meat and occasionally sipping his wine.
Manager Jiang left silently, wryly remarking, "They're courting death."
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