Chapter 19 The spicier the better, the spicier the better, the spicier the better, spicy pork fried rice



Just as Chen Hui and Yang Ling were sweating profusely while eating, Ho Chi Minh also rushed over.

Before he even reached the RV, he saw someone had bought fried rice before him and had already started eating.

He saw how the two of them ate, and he knew that it must be very spicy and delicious fried rice, otherwise they wouldn't eat it like this.

Hu Zhiming swallowed unconsciously and knocked on the car window hurriedly, "Boss, I also want a serving of the fried rice they are eating.

Oh, no, five servings."

He immediately realized that there were several truck drivers nearby who also wanted him to buy the fried rice first, and they were on their way.

Jiang Yang was just about to fry another pot of fried rice, the oil was already in the pot and heating up, but someone came to buy fried rice again, and asked for 5 servings. Could it be another customer who had eaten his fried rice?

He quickly packed 5 servings of fried rice and prepared them, waiting for the other party to place the order and pay.

"Okay, right now we only have spicy pork fried rice, 50 yuan per portion. Search for the livestream of Jiang Yang, the street vendor, on Douyin, then find the window to place your order and pay."

Hu Zhiming had been following the live broadcast room for a long time. He quickly placed the order and picked up the food.

In the WeChat group, he reported happily, "Brothers, come quickly, I have bought fried rice.

There aren't many people in Jiangyang right now, so I bought it right away. What a lucky guy!"

Ho Chi Minh felt relieved that he arrived early. When he was setting up a stall at the toll station before, he would have to wait in line for a long time if he was a little slow.

Several truck drivers who were walking fast on the road immediately changed their pace and ran as soon as they received the news. Some of them had already eaten Jiang Yang's onion beef fried rice, and were even more looking forward to the new spicy pork fried rice.

Ho Chi Minh couldn't wait any longer. He put the other truck drivers' fried rice at his feet and took his own portion and started eating it immediately.

As soon as the fried rice enters your mouth, the spicy and fresh flavor fills your taste buds. As you chew it, the crispy on the outside and tender on the inside pig intestines and pork belly constantly tease your tongue.

After two bites, the gradually increasing spicy taste stimulated my appetite and my saliva kept flowing.

Just after the fourth bite, my tongue, lips and teeth began to feel numb, and a little sweat appeared on my forehead.

Siha, Siha...gulp!

Ho Chi Minh gasped while eating, but the air could not stop the spiciness, and he kept swallowing the fried rice in his mouth.

"Cool!"

He couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

It was winter now, and people standing outside must be shivering with cold.

Jiang Yang's spicy pork fried rice can keep the cold away, and it's so delicious.

As for the current situation, he had to admire the wisdom of the fried rice boss. Buying spicy fried rice here was undoubtedly a very smart choice.

After a feast, Ho Chi Minh ate half of the fried rice in the extra-large lunch box in his hand.

But he couldn't bear it any longer. The numbness and spiciness made his head dizzy.

Then he shouted loudly: "Ah... It's so spicy, I can't stand it.

Boss, do you have any water for sale? Give me a bottle.

Before selling spicy pork fried rice, Jiang Yang had already anticipated that diners would be driven to extreme ecstasy by the spiciness.

So I exchanged 10 bottles of mineral water in the mall. It was very cheap anyway, and I could exchange a box for 10 points.

"Yes, 2 yuan a bottle, no price increase, just scan the QR code on the car window."

Hu Zhiming gave Jiang Yang a thumbs up with gratitude, what a conscientious boss!

In his more than 20 years of hauling goods, he had also encountered traffic jams and people were selling mineral water.

But all of those people sold mineral water that cost only 2 yuan at 5 times the price.

After paying, he took the water, opened it, and immediately gulped down the whole bottle.

Hiccup~~~~

The spicy feeling was reduced, but after drinking a bottle of water, I just felt a little bloated.

Hu Zhiming suddenly felt a little regretful. If he had known earlier, he would not have drunk so much water in one breath.

Now I don’t feel confident about finishing all the fried rice. After all, the fried rice in the extra-large takeaway box can really fill me up.

He didn't want to waste such a delicious dish, but if he left it aside and waited a few hours to eat it, it would definitely not be as delicious as it was right out of the pot.

After a little thought, he immediately jumped up on the spot.

"Hey, hey, I'm really smart.

If I jump hard on the spot, maybe I can push the contents of my stomach down, and then I can eat more, maybe even finish all the fried rice."

Ho Chi Minh thought so and secretly praised his own intelligence.

On the long-distance bus between Shanghai and Hunan, men and women, young and old, were all extremely irritable.

Taking a long-distance bus is extremely painful and torturous. It is not like taking a car where you can go into a service area to rest, eat, drink, defecate and urinate at will.

They can only listen to the bus driver. When the driver is willing to go to the service area, they can take the opportunity to eat, drink, defecate and urinate in the service area.

But at this time we were stuck in traffic, with no village or shop nearby, and it was very cold outside. Not only could we not get hot food supplies, but it even took a lot of courage to go out for some fresh air or to urinate or defecate.

On the Xiang Axxxx long-distance bus, people kept complaining:

"How long will this traffic jam last?

I didn't have lunch, and it's already past six in the afternoon. I was thinking I could have a good meal when I got to the service area, but now I'm stuck in traffic. Are you trying to starve me to death?

"That's right, my 8-year-old is crying with hunger, and even cookies can't fill him up!"

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