He was one of many other guests who reacted in the same way.
When you eat a wonton, your first reaction is disbelief.
This is definitely not the taste of wontons!
But when you look into the bowl, it is indeed wontons?
They chewed with suspicion and in a daze, but many more exclaimed in surprise—
"It's so delicious!"
"Is this really wonton?"
"Why have I never had such delicious wontons before?"
"What we're saying is, what kind of pig swill were we eating before?!"
Exclamations erupted one after another, and Avril and her friends, who had been standing there, raised their heads with a hint of smugness.
Ding Yi'en was even more triumphant, her neck straightening up.
They said the food prepared by the streamer/store owner was the best!
But the onlookers and other stall owners didn't think so. They believed that everyone was praising the food as delicious in order to save face for the master chef.
She got off too easy!
Why didn't the boss's windfall fall into my lap?
However, there were also people with different opinions. Even if it was for the sake of the master's reputation, with so many people present, it was impossible for no one to have any complaints.
Everyone says it's delicious, so it must really be delicious.
Some people, with mixed feelings, struggled internally for a long time before finally deciding to buy one to try.
He was one of the stall owners who hadn't been optimistic about Ling Miao's prospects, but since he lived far away, he hadn't paid much attention to the situation here.
It wasn't until Pang Wensheng appeared and caused a commotion that they noticed this area.
He carried the wontons he had bought back to his stall.
"Seriously, you're actually buying it?"
"Only you would do something as supportive of your rival!"
The stall owner next to him had known him for a long time, so he didn't hold back when speaking. He simply didn't believe that a small bowl of wontons could be that delicious.
There are plenty of small-time geeks out there, and I've never seen anyone exaggerate their abilities to the skies.
They're all masters, aren't they?
He looked enviously at the long queue across the street, which even the barbecue stalls on the side couldn't match.
I wish this were my own stall!
He shook his head, regretfully averting his gaze, and nudged his still-standing companion with his elbow.
"Don't just stand there without saying anything, tell me, how does it taste?"
"It's delicious."
"Oh, I knew it wouldn't be very good... Hmm? What did you just say?"
He turned his head in disbelief, staring wide-eyed at his companion.
The other person seemed dazed, just like the other diners he had seen before.
"It's really delicious."
"Impossible...?"
The stall owner's tone became evasive. They had known each other for many years; the other party wouldn't lie to him about a lie that would fall apart so easily.
So, the only possibility is that it's really delicious?
But how is that possible?!
He refused to acknowledge the idea, but his gaze involuntarily fell on the small wontons in his companion's hand.
How about... we try it?
Given their long-standing friendship, he shouldn't refuse.
Thinking this, he spoke directly:
"May I have a taste?"
The hand was already outstretched, but it came up empty.
The stall owner looked up in confusion, only to be met with a wary face. The person was protecting their bowl. "If you want to eat, go buy it yourself!"
Stall owner: "....." You don't have some serious illness, do you?
After sulking alone for a while, the stall owner's curiosity grew. Just how delicious was it?
It was so delicious that they forgot about their years-long relationship.
After hesitating for a while, he finally decided to buy one to try.
Buying just one copy doesn't count as supporting the other party.
After much persuasion, I managed to calm myself down and join the queue.
Then a voice came from ahead—
"Sorry everyone, we're sold out."
Sold out?
The stall owner's eyes widened, and the people around him began to speak.
"How come they're sold out already?"
"Isn't this far too little preparation?"
"The person who bought several bowls before must have done it!"
"This is too much! They didn't even leave any room for those behind them!"
The crowd began to chatter amongst themselves, while the stall owner stood there dumbfounded. Suddenly, as if remembering something, he shouted:
"We're not in a rush, you can start doing it now!"
This statement instantly won the approval of everyone present. They all nodded, convinced that it was a good idea, and looked eagerly at the girl standing in front of the stall.
Ling Miao: "......"
She rubbed her temples, feeling a bit of a headache, and shrugged. "We've run out of ingredients."
Before anyone could say anything more, she added, "The minced meat is made from fresh pork that we buy right now. If we buy it now, the ingredients won't be fresh enough."
Upon hearing this, even those who had expressed dissent fell silent.
Interstellar people have a high standard of living and have always avoided stale or rotten ingredients.
Looking at the crowd that had finally calmed down, Ling Miao announced loudly, "We will prepare even more different delicacies tomorrow. Customers who didn't get to eat today can continue tomorrow!"
Ling Miao thought about the taste of the braised food and was full of confidence.
But when people heard "more," they assumed they would still be eating wontons tomorrow. Even if they were still somewhat dissatisfied, they didn't say anything more and could only leave in twos and threes.
Only a few people grasped the key word 'different'.
They hesitated for a moment, but before they could ask anything, Ling Miao and Susan quickly packed their things and pushed the cart away from the scene.
The remaining person who was about to ask further questions: "..."
Okay, we'll find out tomorrow anyway.
"Miaomiao, what are we going to eat tomorrow?"
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