“Sell! Fried rice.
Fragrant fried rice!
The most delicious...”
Just open your phone, choose the right angle, and start the Douyin live broadcast.
[Street vendor--Jiang Yang's live broadcast room. 】
He knows that many people who set up stalls nowadays have become popular because they live-stream themselves while selling delicious food.
As soon as the live broadcast started, someone came in.
“Where is the anchor setting up his stall?!”
"Wow, the host is in the RV!? What kind of delicious food is he preparing?!"
Jiang Yang watched the few sparse audience members speak.
He smiled slightly and responded, "I'm now at the entrance of the Shanghai-Kunming Expressway toll station in Modu.
There was a car collision ahead and there was a traffic jam. I was going to take advantage of this opportunity to set up a stall and sell some fried rice."
Immediately, some audience members booed, "Tsk, what's so delicious about fried rice?"
"Exactly. Besides, everyone else is staying in their cars. Why would they deliberately come over to sell you fried rice?"
Jiang Yang smiled mysteriously, with the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, but he did not explain.
Does good wine need to be hidden in a remote alley?
So what if they are in the car? The aroma of my fried rice can still make them drool.
He turned on the simple stove in the RV. Jiang Yang turned the iron pot, waited for it to heat up, and then used a spatula to scoop some cold oil into it.
He planned to fry a bowl of onion and beef fried rice first. He believed that many people could not resist the aroma of onions and beef.
I took out the marinated diced beef and checked the oil temperature, which was slightly smoking.
Very good, it’s at this time.
Crash...
The diced beef made a sound as soon as it was put into the hot oil.
Then, the beef was soaked in the aroma of the seasoning and fully stimulated by the hot oil.
In an instant, the fragrance wafted through the intersection of the highway toll station.
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