Chapter 54 Where is the address for this fried chicken?
Room A10
Wang Wei's eyes lit up like searchlights as he stared at the fried chicken wings Meng Cong brought in. Normally a man of few words, he couldn't contain his curiosity and leaned over to ask, "Why are your fried chicken wings so delicious? What's your secret?"
Meng Cong grinned and said mysteriously, "We just got a new chef today, so please spread the word and come support us!"
"A new chef? No wonder!" Fatty Miao thought to himself. The aroma of the marinade and sauce was so tempting. If he could learn it, his barbecue restaurant would definitely be even more popular. But this was someone else's secret recipe, so he could only dream about it. For now, it was best to eat more.
The first serving of fried chicken wings contained six pieces, which Wang Wei and Fatty Miao devoured quickly, finishing them in no time. They still felt they wanted more. "Not enough!" Wang Wei waved his hand dismissively. "Add five more servings, that'll be enough for us!"
Soon, five more servings of fried chicken wings were brought out. The golden, crispy skin glistened with an enticing sheen, and the aroma was even more intense, wafting straight into their noses. Wang Wei and Fatty Miao exchanged a glance, their stomachs rumbling with anticipation, their mouths practically watering.
“Okay, you take two portions, and I’ll take three. I’ll pack one for my little girl; she loves chicken wings the most.” Wang Wei said, his eyes fixed on the chicken wings, his mouth practically stretched to his ears in a grin.
"Hey! You know my wife loves fried chicken too." Fatty Miao immediately objected. "Okay, give me two more. I'll pay for the private room today!" He knew in his heart that these chicken wings wouldn't be enough for him and his wife.
"Okay, wait a minute, but remember, don't say you ordered it from a karaoke bar. Your wife hates it when you go to karaoke bars," Wang Wei cautioned.
"Of course, I'm tight-lipped, I promise I won't let anything slip," Fatty Miao patted his chest and assured him.
The two had already made up their minds and quickly divided the chicken wings. "Let's meet again next time!" Fatty Miao and Wang Wei smiled at each other, not even wanting to sing anymore, afraid that the chicken wings would get cold and affect the taste. They hurriedly picked up the packaged chicken wings and walked out in a hurry.
In the dimly lit corridor, they ran into Meng Cong. Meng Cong was leading the next group of customers to a small private room. Fatty Miao quickly greeted them, "Hey, aren't you guys singing anymore? There's still over an hour left!"
"I'm not singing anymore, let's go home and eat chicken wings!" Fatty Miao laughed as he picked up the fried chicken wings in his hand, looking like he was carrying a treasure.
"Wow, it smells so good!" The girl behind Meng Cong was He Lanlan, who was heading to VIP room A9. She sniffed and was immediately drawn in by the fragrance.
"What's this delicious food?" He Lanlan asked curiously.
"Fried chicken wings, so delicious, you guys should try them!" Wang Wei responded enthusiastically, and then he and Fatty Miao quickened their pace and left.
"Really? It's so delicious?" He Lanlan turned to look at her best friend, Li Ruoyan.
"I don't know, aren't we here to sing? It's your idol's new song, let's go!" Li Ruoyan pulled He Lanlan and urged her.
It was almost 5 p.m. They had finished their early shift and, feeling bored, had come to the karaoke bar. As soon as they entered room A9, they smelled an even stronger aroma of roasted chicken wings.
Room A10 was right next door, and the waitress was still cleaning up the leftover roast chicken bucket. "It smells so good! Let's order one too. I just looked at the menu, and it's only 28 yuan a serving, which is a good deal," He Lanlan said, looking at the menu.
The back-end system then generated another order: "Two servings of fried chicken."
Su Yingxue frowned as she looked at the orders. She muttered to herself, "What's going on? Are they specifically targeting fried chicken? They just ordered six portions, and now two more have arrived." She was thinking of trying to make other snacks, but it seemed the fried chicken was simply too irresistible. But it didn't matter; since the customers liked it, she would just do her best to make each one well.
On the third floor, in Chen Ru's office, she was intently reviewing the previous financial statements. Suddenly, her phone rang. She answered it gently, saying, "Okay, okay, I'll arrange it properly."
After hanging up the phone, she called Liao Ming. "Ye Feifei invited a group of good friends to sing karaoke tomorrow, and she wants us to make the arrangements."
"No problem, I'll arrange for the cleaning staff to thoroughly clean the luxury room and check the equipment carefully," Liao Ming replied earnestly.
"It's not that simple. Take a good look at the accounts from the last few months and correct any mistakes or omissions." Chen Ru looked out the window thoughtfully, vaguely feeling that Ye Feifei's invitation to her friends to sing karaoke this time was probably more than just a simple gathering.
Fatty Miao, carrying chicken wings, walked briskly home, already imagining his wife's happy face after eating them. But before he even reached the door, he saw Cui Lan standing at the door, hands on her hips, holding that familiar feather duster, waiting for him to come to him!
Fatty Miao's eyes lit up, and his face immediately lit up with a smile. He rushed over in three steps, opened his arms, and wanted to give Cui Lan a bear hug. He said with a grin, "Wife, come and eat some chicken wings."
Cui Lan frowned and asked irritably, "Hmph, eating chicken wings? Where did you and Wang Wei run off to? I just went to the barbecue restaurant, and the waiter saw you and said you were heading in the direction you went. You didn't go for a massage, did you?"
Fatty Miao's heart skipped a beat, and he knew he was in trouble. His eyes darted around as he quickly racked his brains for an excuse. He absolutely couldn't say he was going to a karaoke bar, or he'd be in for a beating tonight. "Honey, I know you love chicken wings. Wang Wei and I went to get some. Smell it! I took a couple of bites, and it smells amazing, even better than KFC!" he said, pushing the chicken wings towards Cui Lan.
Cui Lan pushed away Miao Pangzi's embrace, crossed her arms, and said sternly, "Stand still! Explain yourself clearly: where did you go? Where did you buy the chicken wings? What did you promise me last time?"
"Wife, I really haven't been partying or running around," Fatty Miao assured him confidently.
Cui Lan wrinkled her nose and sniffed him carefully again. Although she couldn't smell perfume, a strong aroma of chicken wings wafted up. She snorted and said, "What chicken wings? Give them to me to eat."
Fatty Miao, as if presenting a treasure, quickly picked up two portions of still-steaming, neatly packaged chicken wings and handed them to Cui Lan.
"That's all? Which restaurant is it from?" Cui Lan took the chicken wings and picked up a piece. The golden, crispy exterior of the chicken wings glistened enticingly under the light, clearly showing the chef's excellent frying skills. Although it was fried food, it wasn't greasy at all, and had a faint, slightly spicy aroma wafting from it.
She took a small bite and discovered...
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