As snow continued to fall on the highway, more and more vehicles slowed down.
Gradually, vehicles began to gather.
Jiang Yang glanced at the rearview mirror.
I saw the traffic behind me getting longer and longer like a snake.
The convoy ahead was also endless.
“Hiss… Snowing could cause icy roads or traffic accidents.
But now everyone is driving very slowly, and I am driving at a speed of 20 miles per hour.
There shouldn’t be any traffic accidents!?”
Jiang Yang was both excited and worried. He was looking forward to the traffic jam, but he was also worried that others would get into traffic accidents.
Just then, a van squeezed in next to Jiang Yang's RV.
Just when he thought it was a normal vehicle, the van's window suddenly opened.
A middle-aged man kept waving down, indicating to Jiang Yang to open the car window to communicate.
"What the hell? Did I scratch someone's car? Or did I run over something?
It shouldn’t be like this!!”
Jiang Yang's face was full of confusion. He was not driving while broadcasting live, just to prevent himself from getting into an accident while driving in the icy and snowy traffic.
Moreover, his RV has detection radars in the front and back, and if there is any collision, the alarm will sound.
But now everything is peaceful. Could it be that the people in the van are his fans and want to eat his food?
Sure enough, as soon as Jiang Yang opened the car window, he heard the man in the passenger seat say:
"Boss Jiang, do you still have dumplings for sale? Can you give me two? Please!"
In the driver's seat of the van, Zhao Yong held the steering wheel with one hand, and his eyes occasionally glanced at Jiang Yang in the RV's cab.
He looked nervous and was looking forward to Jiang Yang agreeing to Sun Yuankui's request.
Just over 20 minutes ago, he finally caught up with Jiang Yang's RV, but at that time everyone was driving quite fast, even Jiang Yang's big RV was driving at a speed of 85 mph.
From time to time, small cars would pass by on the fast lane to the left of the RV.
Zhao Yong thought that he couldn't ask Jiang Yang if he could sell him fried rice at that time.
After all, the car was going fast and the wind was too strong, so I couldn't hear the conversation clearly.
So he followed the RV, waiting for an opportunity.
Not long after following, it started snowing, which frightened Zhao Yong to both joy and fear.
The good news is that on snowy days, the car speed will slow down, and he will have the opportunity to communicate with Jiang Yang.
The biggest fear is that the roads will get icy, which will cause huge traffic jams.
As expected, what you fear will come true. Traffic began to gather and the speed became slower and slower.
Zhao Yong immediately took advantage of a gap between the vehicles and squeezed in next to the RV.
He discussed with Sun Yuankui: "I'm slowing down now. Ask Jiang Yang if he still has dumplings to sell? Is he willing to sell them to us at this time?
Anyway, the traffic is slow right now, so if he's willing to sell them, just reach out and take the dumplings from him."
Sun Yuankui didn't think much about it. He nodded in agreement and immediately opened the car window to start communicating.
Jiang Yang was speechless. He could never have imagined that someone would come up with such an outrageous idea.
Is it time to sell dumplings now? Not to mention that my dumplings are already sold out.
The vehicles are still moving slowly. Although the speed is slow, they can't stop and delay the passage of vehicles behind them! ?
Jiang Yang refused: "No, no, don't you see what time it is now?
I'm driving right now, so I don't have time to get out and make you some dumplings."
Zhao Yong reacted instantly. Yes, Jiang Yang was the only one in the RV and there was no one to help him drive.
Unlike himself, who had Sun Yuankui sitting in the passenger seat, he knew that this fellow villager also had a driver's license, but it was only a C license.
Suddenly, he thought, he has an A license! He can definitely help Jiang Yang drive, then Jiang Yang will have time to make dumplings for him, right?
So, Zhao Yong tilted his head so that Jiang Yang could see him, and then shouted loudly:
"Boss Jiang, I'm a truck driver with an A license.
I'll help you drive the RV, and you can cook me two bowls of dumplings, okay?"
Hearing this, Jiang Yang had an idea.
If the current situation on the highway near me continues, there will be a traffic jam sooner or later, but I don’t know how long it will take for the jam to be complete.
If you are the only one in the RV, you can only start making roast duck after the traffic stops completely.
But if someone helped drive the RV, he could start making roast duck right now.
He had some impression of the person who was speaking. When he was setting up a stall at the intersection of the Shanghai-Kunming Expressway toll station yesterday, this person was one of the first people to buy his fried rice.
The other party was indeed a truck driver and could definitely help him drive the RV.
Jiang Yang made up his mind and decided to let this man help him drive the RV!
Anyway, the RV's cab is separated by a curtain, so if you have any secrets, you can use the curtain to cover them.
"Sorry, bro.
My dumplings are sold out!
However, I do need you to help me drive the RV."
Hearing this, Zhao Yong's face was full of disappointment.
It’s okay if there are no dumplings, but do you want me to drive your RV for free?
I just said I was willing to help, but that was on the premise that Jiang Yang was willing to sell me dumplings.
Without dumplings, he had no interest in helping.
But Jiang Yang's next words made Zhao Yong look ecstatic and he readily agreed to help.
“If you come and help me drive the RV, I’ll have time to make roast duck.
When I have it ready, I will give you the first one to taste for free."
Zhao Yong didn't hesitate and immediately agreed:
"Okay, okay, it's settled! We'll park at the parking bay later.
My co-pilot, Sun Yuankui, will drive my van, and I will drive your RV."
He was absolutely certain that the roast duck made by Jiang Yang must be delicious.
In ordinary roast duck shops, most of the roast ducks are standard ones, which are the products of technology and hard work.
Various chemical flavors, colorants, pigments, and additives are stuffed into the duck meat, causing the roast duck to no longer be authentic roast duck, but industrial roast duck, which has completely lost its pure taste.
Zhao Yongyi recalled that when he and his family were traveling in Beijing, he was fortunate to have eaten authentic roast duck in a private restaurant in a small alley in a courtyard.
The complicated process of making roast duck is done by the person himself, and all the seasonings are traditional, without any food additives.
And, Jiang Yang must have roasted the duck himself when he made it in the RV.
Zhao Yong had experience with Jiang Yang's food, and it was all very delicious, without any hint of technology or harshness.
Based on his experience, he felt that Jiang Yang would not use food additives when making roast duck.
After both parties reached a consensus, two cars, one large and one small, began looking for opportunities, waiting for the appearance of a highway parking bay.
Fortunately, there are many special locations for parking vehicles on the highway. I drove a short distance before a parking bay appeared in front of me.
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