Zeng Fu stepped on the pedal and saw Ho Chi Minh in the driver's seat holding the dumplings in the takeaway box with his hands, as if protecting the food.
Seeing that Lao Hu rejected him, Zeng Fu said in a very flattering way with a shy face:
"Don't be like this, Lao Hu.
We are good brothers and good buddies.
Can’t I just eat one?
Really, I’ll just eat one.”
Ho Chi Minh looked distrustful. Didn’t he know Zeng Fu?
I say every day that I want to lose weight, so today I only eat one bowl of rice, but I end up eating three bowls of rice in a flash.
Such delicious and tasty dumplings with an explosive taste.
He didn't believe that Zeng Fu would hold back for dozens of minutes after eating one before eating his own.
Zeng Fu definitely ate one, and after savoring the deliciousness, he would stare at it with green eyes like a hungry wolf, constantly asking for a second and a third...
"I don't believe your nonsense, could you possibly only eat one?
I only have ten dumplings in total, if you want some, go buy them yourself."
Even when leaning on the passenger window, Zeng Fu could still smell the tempting aroma of dumplings.
"Lao Hu, these dumplings smell so good!
I don't want too much, really, I only eat 3.
If I ask you for more, I'll get into a car accident when I leave the house."
Ho Chi Minh's brows jumped. Are you serious?!
For truck drivers who often travel long distances, the most taboo thing is to swear that they will have a car accident as soon as they go out.
In most cases, long-distance truck drivers can take this oath and they will do their best to abide by it.
Although Zeng Fu added two more people, this time Hu Zhiming was willing to trust the other party.
"Okay, three is three.
When you buy some dumplings later, give me three too."
After hearing this, Zeng Fu immediately patted his chest and promised:
"Hahaha, don't worry, Lao Hu!
I bought 30 dumplings, so I can give you 6, not just 3."
Old Hu broke into a sweat. 30 pieces would cost 150 yuan. Zeng Fu was indeed a glutton. He could eat so much by himself.
Jiang Yang's big dumplings, he felt he couldn't eat more than 10.
"Can you finish 30 of these dumplings? They're so big, they're filled with meat, so they're really filling.
Meat is different from rice; you’ll feel full after eating just a little bit.”
Zeng Fu was very confident. He hugged his big belly and said:
"What are you worried about? 30 big dumplings, just toothpicks~!"
Ho Chi Minh shook his head speechlessly, all he did was brag.
The toothpick punch must be fake, and it must be a desperate effort to hold on.
"You just said you could give me 6 later.
Now I give you three, three for six is worth it."
He had already eaten two before, so Hou Zhiming put five into his own lunch box and gave the remaining three to Zeng Fu.
"Okay, thank you, Lao Hu.
I'll go back to my car first, and when I get the dumplings, I'll bring you six."
As soon as he got back in the car, Zeng Fu couldn't wait to take two sips of the soup.
“Hiss…tsk tsk!
Haha! What a delicious soup.
Try the dumplings!"
He took a big bite with all his might, and the dumpling, which was as big as an adult man's fist, was bitten off in half.
In an instant, the whole mouth is filled with softness, flowing freely between the tip of the tongue, lips and teeth.
The pork is tender and covered with broth, and tastes surprisingly good.
The addition of corn makes it even more appetizing, both in terms of color and taste.
Although the dumpling wrapper is very thin, because the dumplings are very large, the whole dumpling wrapper is stretched very wide, and the total amount of dumpling wrapper is quite large.
The dumpling skin looks tender and smooth yet tough. It is moved around by the tip of the tongue in the mouth, then chewed and ground by the teeth, mixed with the dumpling filling and swallowed into the stomach.
“Gudong…! Damn, this feels so good.
I only ate half of it in one big bite. If it were ordinary dumplings, I would have eaten two or three in one bite to feel satisfied.
There are only three big dumplings, and they are finished in a short time. I want to eat slowly and enjoy the delicious taste. "
Zeng Fu learned to be smart. Zhu Bajie couldn't taste the ginseng fruit. The ultimate delicacy must be savored carefully.
He took out his fruit knife, cut each dumpling into thirds, and poured a cup of 1982 Sprite into the thermos.
Cheers!
The ritualistic eating of dumplings is taking place in the cab of a large truck.
…
Among the crowd waiting outside the RV, a fat man stood out.
He was holding a selfie stick, and subtitles were constantly scrolling in the live broadcast room on his phone.
"As expected of a big eater with millions of fans, he just ordered 50 pork and chive dumplings. You know, Jiang Yang's big dumplings, most people would be full after eating ten."
"Against the heavens, doesn't that mean that Mi Junzi's stomach capacity is five times that of an ordinary person?"
"I'm afraid it's more than that. Mr. Mi may not have used his full strength. If he wants to eat as much as he can, he can't eat anymore."
I bet he could eat 70, maybe even 80 of Jiang Yang's big dumplings."
"Hiss... so terrifying, who the hell is this person?
His stomach isn't just full of stomach, is it?"
…
Mi Junzi had just arrived at Hongde Service Area. He drove here at 5 am.
I originally wanted to take a short break, but the place was packed.
Driven by curiosity, he learned from others that everyone was waiting for Jiang Yang's dumplings in the morning.
At that time, Mi Junzi randomly questioned more than ten people.
He found that they all said the same thing, they were just waiting for Jiang Yang to set up a stall to sell dumplings, and they all wanted to eat Jiang Yang's dumplings very much.
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