In a Mercedes-Benz SUV.
A family of three, including grandma, was sitting in the car.
They were on their way home and happened to be not far behind the RV.
Just then, a strange fragrance entered the car.
After driving on the highway for three or four hours, Ou Xuelin thought he was hallucinating.
How could there be such a strong aroma of roast duck on the highway?
The 7-year-old boy sitting in the back row suddenly shouted.
"Grandma, grandma. I want to eat roast duck."
The grandmother sitting next to the boy touched the child's head and comforted him:
"Be good, my dear grandson. After we get off the highway, let's go eat roast duck, okay?"
Tears welled up in the boy's eyes, and he cried stubbornly, "No, no, I'm hungry. I want to eat roast duck now."
I smell the aroma of roast duck, and I want to eat roast duck."
The grandmother tried to comfort the boy earnestly, but due to his overindulgence, the child's character had already been spoiled.
No matter how the grandmother tried to comfort him, it was of no use and the boy continued to cry.
The mother sitting in the passenger seat was also coaxing the boy with a doting look on her face.
"Be good, baby. Mommy has some Wahaha here. Come, mommy will give you some Wahaha."
"Look what this is? This is your favorite Ultraman toy!
Don't cry, don't cry. Let's play Ultraman vs. Monsters.
Hurry up and hit grandma with your Ultraman."
Grandma also echoed and coaxed: "Yes, dear grandson.
Grandma is a big monster, let’s play Ultraman.”
But the boy was stubborn and selfish, and he didn't listen at all.
He was holding a toy Ultraman and smashed it against the side window of the car with a bang.
"Wu ...
The boy's noise made Ou Xuelin frown in the driver's seat.
Traffic jams are annoying enough, and now the kids are making so much noise.
He felt even more upset and irritable at this time.
"That's enough, be quiet for a moment.
We're on the highway now. Where can I get you roast duck?
Be obedient, and I'll buy you roast duck as soon as we get off the highway."
Ou Xuelin's voice was filled with anger, but he couldn't help but dote on the child.
The grandmother in the back seat patted the driver's seat and complained:
"What are you doing? Why are you scaring my sweet grandson like this?
Can't you speak properly?
The child is still young and naive. What's wrong with a quarrel?
He's still a child! Being noisy is his nature."
The mother in the passenger seat was also a little unhappy.
"Just drive your car. Isn't it normal for a baby to cry when he's hungry?
Besides, you can smell the aroma of roast duck, right?
Although I don’t know why there is the aroma of roast duck on the highway, someone must have roast duck.
Drive slowly, I'll find out who has roast duck, and we can buy it directly from him. The child won't cry after eating it."
Ou Xuelin sighed. He knew that his attitude just now was a bit bad and he spoke a little loudly.
"Okay, okay, I was wrong just now.
Traffic is slow right now, so if we find out who has the roast duck, we can just ask them to open their car window and trade it."
The boy heard his parents looking for roast duck to buy for him, and his crying gradually subsided.
He picked up the toy Ultraman with a broken leg and hit his grandmother on the head with it.
"Oh~, fighting monsters.
Pia, I shot my grandma in the head while she was fighting a monster."
The sudden impact startled grandma, and the impact was so strong that it made her feel a little painful.
But grandma still smiled happily and played games with her grandson.
"Ouch, ouch. The monster has been knocked down."
…
Ou Xuelin, who was sitting in the driver's seat, felt much better when he saw in the rearview mirror that his grandfather and grandson started playing games instead of crying and making noise.
He controlled the speed of the car, squeezed into the fast lane, and then weaved back to the slow lane.
Following the scent, the couple began searching among the crowd of vehicles.
As the fragrance became stronger and stronger, I finally saw the RV not far away.
The wife suddenly said, "Quick, quick! Go and see if that RV has any roast duck."
Ou Xuelin also thought of this. After all, there was a constant stream of steam coming out of the side windows of the RV.
It is easy to guess that this RV is making roast duck.
He was very curious about what the people in the RV were thinking. They were actually making roast duck on the highway. Did they want to sell roast duck on the highway?
Out of curiosity, Ou Xuelin overtook a van following the RV in the slow lane, and then overtook it with a sharp knife to the side of the RV.
Then he rolled down the passenger window.
Through the window, he could see flames billowing from the stove inside the RV and steam rising from a five-layer steamer.
A young man was busy. He was holding a brush in his right hand and a roast duck in his left hand, brushing something on the duck.
The wife in the passenger seat also saw Ci Mu. She looked very surprised, as if she had finally found a treasure.
"It really is this RV that's making roast duck! Great, my baby will have roast duck to eat."
Hearing that his parents had found the roast duck, the boy cheered.
"Okay, okay. Now I can eat roast duck.
Mom and Dad, please go buy me some roast duck."
Several people in the car were a little hungry.
Although I had lunch, I still drove on the highway for three or four hours.
It's now past 4 o'clock in the afternoon and almost time for dinner.
It is a blessing in disguise to meet someone making and selling roast duck in an RV on a traffic jam.
I saw grandma bowing with her hands, as if she was praying for something.
"Bless, bless. God, please bless my darling grandson so that he can eat roast duck."
"Zhenzhen! Ask the young man in the RV how much his roast duck costs. Let's buy him two roast ducks."
Ding Lizhen, the co-pilot, shouted at the top of her lungs.
"Hey, young man. How much is your roast duck?"
…
Inside the RV.
Jiang Yang had just successfully baked 10 roast ducks. He placed the roast ducks on the cutting platform on the side and waited for the temperature of the duck meat to drop before processing them.
Then, 10 marinated ducks were brushed with crispy water one by one and put into the oven.
Just then, he heard someone shouting something outside the car window.
Jiang Yang looked in the direction of the sound and saw a black SUV driving next to the RV at the same speed.
The passenger window of the SUV was open, and a woman who looked to be about 30 years old was looking at him with a questioning look.
Jiang Yang asked doubtfully, as he hadn’t heard clearly just now.
"What's up?"
Ding Lizhen frowned, but when she thought that she still had to buy the other party's roast duck, she did not lose her temper.
He asked patiently again.
"I want to buy two roast ducks from you. How much is each?"
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