Chapter 27 Meow Meow Meow
No, what do you eat during live streaming?
Please explain it clearly!
The audience in Xiao Hou’s live broadcast room were speechless.
But over there, Xiao Hou's camera turned and vaguely captured the back of a tall figure in a suit and tie.
"It's Gu Xingzhou. Gu Xingzhou is here too." Xiao Hou became more and more excited.
Look, not only Ming Ruogui, but even Gu Xingzhou has come down.
Not only that, Gu Xingzhou also wore a mask and sunglasses, appearing to be fully armed and not wanting to be recognized by anyone.
Could it be that he is here to eat fried rice too? !
Impossible, absolutely impossible.
This is simply a blatant affair, and they're afraid that no one will find out, wow. Taking advantage of the crowded fried rice stall to have a secret meeting, right? Isn't it the best way to express love in a crowded place? You two really know how to have fun!
If Ming Ruogui could see what the paparazzi was thinking, she would definitely comment disdainfully:
...divine gold.
Not to mention that Gu Xingzhou is her cousin, even if he is not, Ming Ruogui will not fall in love with anyone else.
Once upon a time, her mind was full of career, but recently, apart from her career, most of her energy was occupied by that bowl of fried rice. Ming Ruogui couldn't sleep or eat well every day, and she always dreamed of queuing at the fried rice stall.
She only ate it once, but it made her obsessed with it.
The steps for making fried rice today were relatively simple, so the queue moved quickly, and in just over ten minutes, it was Ming Ruogui’s turn.
The closer you get to the front, the more distinct the aroma of fried rice you can smell. At this moment, she stood in front of the snack stand. The Chinese sausage and mushroom fried rice that was being stir-fried over a high fire, with a strong aroma of cured meat, mixed with the hot air, kept rushing towards her head.
In the boiling pot, the loose and round rice grains absorb the fat and sauce of the sausage during stir-frying, and the dark brown mushroom slices are evenly mixed in it, exuding an oily luster. The thinly sliced sausage is fried until crispy and juicy on the surface, bubbling and sizzling, and the salty and soy aroma is fragrant!
"Boss Jian, I want a serving of Chinese sausage fried rice." Ming Ruogui's eyes widened and she couldn't wait to scan the code to pay.
"OK!"
Jian Yunlan skillfully stirred the fried rice evenly and sprinkled chopped green onions on it. Soon, a bowl of hot cured meat fried rice was ready.
The plump rice is soaked in the color of the sauce, and it looks crystal clear and attractive in the sun. The translucent sausage, which is crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, is bright red, half fat and half lean, and greasy. It is mixed with mushrooms in the fried rice, and the rich aroma of the wok and the bacon fills the air with the steam.
Ming Ruogui felt like she had found a treasure. She almost cried as she held the bowl of golden fried rice.
Finally, finally!
She has been waiting for this day for too long!
Ming Ruogui held the fried rice in her arms, and like many other diners, she started eating while standing up, without even having time to find a place to sit down.
She scooped up a spoonful of the fragrant Chinese sausage fried rice and put it into her mouth——
The first thing you taste is the warm and fragrant fried rice, which is soft but chewy, with a subtle stickiness between the rice grains. The fragrance of the sauce, the sweetness of the sausage, and the fresh juice of the mushrooms are all fully soaked in the rice, giving it an extremely rich taste. Chewing carefully, Ming Ruogui soon bit into the slippery mushroom, which had absorbed the full amount of sauce, which flowed out hotly.
Suddenly, the thinly sliced sausage trembled between the teeth, the oily skin was crispy, and the sausage oil burst in the mouth instantly after a bite. The rich salty fragrance, oily but not greasy, combined with rice and mushrooms, made people feel full of happiness...
Ming Ruogui ate too quickly and got scalded, but she was reluctant to slow down. Sweat began to appear on her forehead, and Ming Ruogui was hissing hot air while wolfing down the food.
Delicious, so delicious!
If she could eat such delicious fried rice every day, she would be willing to walk the red carpet and win the Best Actress award every day!
Not far away, Xiao Hou held up a camera: "..."
No, this is different from what we agreed!
The 60,000 to 70,000 online viewers were somewhat dissatisfied.
We agreed to expose the truth and release the solid evidence of Ming Ruogui and Gu Xingzhou's secret meeting.
But in the past half hour, Ming Ruogui was really just queuing, queuing seriously, queuing with hope... and then eating fried rice, eating fried rice happily, and eating fried rice without distraction.
And looking at her expression, the fried rice is so delicious and fragrant that she was eating it to her heart's content!
[Hey, hey, hey, where is the big news you promised me? Is this it? ! 】
[Sister Ming eats so deliciously, hahaha]
[Oh my god, even haters are touched by her cuteness~]
[The top female celebrity who looks cool and elegant is actually a foodie who secretly queues up at the snack stand every day orz Ming Ruogui is unrivaled in this field]
[Is fried rice really that delicious? (drooling)]
[Paparazzi, come out quickly @XiaohouMianbao, where is the sledgehammer you mentioned? Where is it? ? 】
[Refund!] 】
Xiao Hou was so anxious that sweat broke out on his forehead.
But soon, he thought of something and calmed down. Xiao Hou whispered:
"Why are you so anxious? They must be putting on a full show. Queuing up for fried rice is just a cover. Of course we have to eat the fried rice. If we don't, we'll be exposed..."
“After eating the fried rice, it’s time to start the main event!”
"Look after the boat."
Xiao Hou didn't dare to take pictures of Ming Ruogui anymore. What was the point of taking pictures of her eating fried rice with such abandon? He turned the camera and aimed it at Gu Xingzhou who had just come out.
Gu Xingzhou, there must be something fishy.
He was so heavily armed in such hot weather, acting suspiciously and sneakily. He must be doing something shady...
In the camera, Gu Xingzhou pulled his mask up again, looked around, and made sure no one was paying attention to him.
He didn't want to be recognized by his employees.
How embarrassing it would be if the employees found out that he was secretly queuing at the fried rice stall!
Moreover, Gu Xingzhou had said harsh words countless times -
He would never eat fried rice made by anyone other than Ah Sheng.
Ah Sheng’s fried rice is special in his heart.
Gu Xingzhou thought about what happened last night again.
Setting up the stall last night was a last resort. Later, because Gu Xingzhou performed well helping out at the fried rice stall, Gu Tiancheng decided to observe for a while, and his position as president of Yuanzhou Group was temporarily retained.
After solving the urgent problem, he should have put the issue of setting up a stall behind him.
That was something that had nothing to do with his life.
But after the stall was finished last night, the smell of that bowl of lemon ham and egg fried rice lingered in his nose.
Even when Gu Xingzhou was already lying in bed, his mind still recalled the happy smiles of the people, the shiny fried rice, the scent of lemon, and the crispness of luncheon meat...
It's like being bewitched.
Also, the last bowl of fried rice was clearly made by Jian Yunlan for him, but was snatched away by someone else.
audacious in the extreme!
In the second half of the night, Gu Xingzhou opened his eyes in great rage, gathered up a dozen private chefs, and ordered:
“Make me fried rice!”
Gu Xingzhou's private chefs were already used to it. The president would go crazy like this from time to time, and the process was the same every time:
He would ask everyone to make fried rice for him, but after it was done, he would not eat a single bite. He would just stare at the fried rice with a crazy expression that looked like he was crying and laughing, and muttered, "A Sheng, no one can compare to the fried rice you make..." Then, he would sweep all the fried rice to the ground, show a bored expression, and walk away.
A set of combos that are incredibly smooth.
Because they are so familiar with the process, the chefs can recite it by heart and can even accurately predict the minutes and seconds and the step in the process.
For example, ten minutes later, Mr. Gu would start staring at the fried rice in a daze.
Twenty minutes later, Mr. Gu began to mutter to himself and talk to "Asheng".
After another five or six minutes, Mr. Gu would start to go crazy, clean the table, and smash the fried rice on the floor.
As professional private chefs, they certainly won't say too much, and there is no need for them to say too much.
Mr. Gu offered them a very high salary.
The monthly salary is six figures.
With such a high salary, let alone Gu Xingzhou just occasionally pulling them up to watch him go crazy, even if Gu Xingzhou asked them to hold the photo of "A Sheng" and cook while dancing on poles, they would not refuse.
To make money.
It’s rare to find a good boss (unfair one) who can offer such a high salary!
But this time, the chefs who were pulled up in the early morning to make fried rice realized that something was not right.
Gu Xingzhou did not follow the procedure.
He also made a very special request: "Add luncheon meat and eggs to the fried rice, and add lemon."
Chefs: “?”
Very specific requirements.
Or rather, a little too specific.
It was as if Gu Xingzhou was asking them to imitate a specific dish of fried rice.
In the past, Gu Xingzhou never made any requirements on the specific contents of the egg fried rice because he didn’t eat it either! Just looking for a crazy prop!
The chefs cooked with great trepidation and took extreme caution to make five servings of lemon ham and egg fried rice with different flavors.
This time, for the first time ever, he did not follow the procedure. Gu Xingzhou actually took a spoon and tasted every serving of fried rice.
The chefs trembled.
Soon, Gu Xingzhou threw down the spoon, his face gloomy, and he suppressed his anger and said, "It tastes terrible!"
"Even...even the fried rice sold at street stalls tastes better than yours. I pay you so much every month, do you just eat for free?!"
Is the fried rice sold at street stalls tastier than theirs?
The chefs felt a little aggrieved.
It was fine that Mr. Gu always compared them to that "A Sheng" who he had never met and didn't know who he was, but now, why is he downgrading them and directly comparing them to street food stalls?
They were all once Michelin three-star chefs, hired back with high salaries, so even if their performance was not good, they shouldn't have fallen to the point of running a snack stand, right? !
Besides, how did Gu Xingzhou know what fried rice from a roadside stall tasted like?
Has he eaten it?
The chefs were already cursing at Gu Xingzhou's ancestors, but on the surface they were timid and said in a low voice:
"Yes, sorry Mr. Gu, we will work hard to improve our cooking skills."
Gu Xingzhou was so angry that he swept all the fried rice to the ground: "Get out! Get out!"
His eyes were red as he stared at the fried rice and murmured, "Ah Sheng, as expected, no one can compare to you..."
Seeing his performance, the chefs were relieved.
Okay, let’s start the process.
Just follow the process! At this step, they only need to clean up the fried rice on the ground and leave quietly without disturbing the boss's thoughts.
They were not afraid that Gu Xingzhou would go crazy, but they were afraid that Gu Xingzhou would not follow the procedures and give them some new test questions.
Alas, money is hard to make and shit is hard to eat.
Anyway, this is what happened last night.
The anger caused by not being able to eat fried rice continued until this morning, when Gu Xingzhou got up. He drove to the company and saw the dazzling snack stand downstairs. It was not even nine o'clock yet, but there was already a long line...
A bunch of tasteless guys wasting their time at the snack stand early in the morning. I guess this is how their lives will be.
But as the clock moved towards nine o'clock, Gu Xingzhou became more and more anxious and restless.
fried rice.
Hot, delicious fried rice.
At 9:10, Gu Xingzhou finally couldn't bear it anymore, put on a mask and sunglasses, and went downstairs.
He didn't want to eat fried rice. I just want to confirm that A Sheng’s egg fried rice is definitely better, that’s all!
A rough count showed that there were sixty or seventy people lined up in front of Gu Xingzhou.
"There are only 100 copies. If we're lucky, maybe we can get our turn." The person behind him said with a worried look on his face, "Otherwise, it'll be like what happened to me yesterday. I lined up for an hour, but it was sold out."
Gu Xingzhou: “Oh?”
Seeing his response, Xia Hong, who was standing behind him, spoke even more excitedly.
Xia Hong was filled with bitter tears when he talked about this. He was a very talkative person, and since he had nothing else to do while waiting in line, he started chatting with Gu Xingzhou: "Boss Jian's fried rice is so delicious and so popular. I've only had it once in these few days, and I can't stop thinking about it after I ate it. Everything else doesn't taste good anymore..."
"Take yesterday for example. I lined up at the right time, but was called back to fix the code, so I didn't get to eat," Xia Hong said angrily.
"I'm almost living in the company after working overtime every day to revise the plan! President Gu of our company is simply not a human being, he's worse than an animal!"
Gu Xingzhou: “…”
"Worse than a beast?" Gu Xingzhou pushed up his sunglasses.
"Yeah," Xia Hong counted on her fingers how many times she had worked overtime this week, "Rich people like them act so arrogant every day, hehe...but they are not as happy as us."
Gu Xingzhou: "What do you mean?"
Xia Hong puffed out her chest proudly: "Take Boss Jian's fried rice for example. Rich people like Gu Xingzhou disdain to eat at roadside stalls, and they will never get to eat such fine bran in their lifetime! They are destined to live a relatively failed life!"
Gu Xingzhou stopped talking.
"By the way, brother, why are you still wearing a mask and sunglasses in this hot weather?" Xia Hong looked at him curiously.
Gu Xingzhou raised his eyebrows.
Every move he made exuded a domineering aura. Gu Xingzhou looked lazy and pulled down his sunglasses: "Who do you think is destined to have a relatively failed life?"
Xia Hong: “…”
Xia Hong: “…………”
Xia Hong's lips were trembling and her face was as pale as paper.
It’s over. It’s over. It’s over.
Xia Hong wanted to slap herself in the face. Why was he so mean? Why did he insist on saying that? Why did he love to say that?
That's good now.
I will be fired tomorrow for stepping into the company with my left foot!
Xia Hong hung his head in despair. The team moved forward slowly. When it was his turn, Jian Yunlan's ingredients were almost gone.
"Guest, are you okay?" Seeing Xia Hong's pale face and black forehead, Jian Yunlan asked with concern, "Are you feeling unwell?"
"I'm fine." Xia Hong smiled bitterly.
I've already lost my job, what else can I do?
Then he must eat the original bowl of fried rice!
"Boss Jian, I want some Chinese sausage fried rice."
"OK."
Jian Yunlan poured in some oil and started adding onions, mushrooms and Chinese sausages...
Soon, a plate of sausage fried rice was handed to Xia Hong.
In the sunlight, the rice grains are distinct, presenting a mouth-watering golden color. The bright red sausage is fat and lean, shiny and greasy, with a rich salty and sweet aroma. It has the unique rich flavor of Cantonese sausage and is hot and a little burning.
It was not known whether it was fortunate or unfortunate, but after Xia Hong took over the fried rice, Jian Yunlan counted the number of orders and announced with regret: "Today's 100 servings of fried rice are sold out. Thank you all for your support!"
Gu Xingzhou, who was ranked next to Xia Hong, said: "..."
"I'll pay," Gu Xingzhou waved his hand, his eyes cold and decisive, "one thousand yuan."
The diners around booed:
"Don't bid maliciously!" "Boss Jian, don't listen to him. One thousand yuan is too much, right?!" "Boss Jian said he won't sell it, so there's no need to struggle desperately."
Sure enough, Jian Yunlan said, "Sorry, it's sold out."
Diners who often queue here know that when Jian Yunlan says it’s sold out, it really is sold out, and even God can’t let him sell one more portion.
It’s not that he doesn’t want to, it’s that the Kitchen God System won’t let him!
Gu Xingzhou gritted his teeth.
Suddenly, he looked at Xia Hong, who had just received the last portion of fried rice, and narrowed his eyes.
Xia Hong was swallowing his saliva with a look of anticipation on his face. He held the spoon and was about to start eating.
Xia Hong: “?”
Gu Xingzhou had an idea.
He looked at Xia Hong, curled his lips, and smiled evilly: "You don't want to lose your job just because you stepped into the company with your left foot, do you?"
Xia Hong: “…”
No, he can't do this to me.
Despair appeared in Xia Hong's eyes.
I'm going to fight with these rich people!
A gentleman can be killed but not humiliated! ! !
After greeting Gu Xingzhou's ancestors in her heart and after an extremely intense struggle, Xia Hong trembled and handed the fried rice to Gu Xingzhou with a pale face:
"Mr. Gu, I don't want this fried rice anymore, you eat it, hehe."
This is the helplessness of adults.
If he were five years younger, he would probably just yell and leave with the fried rice.
But things are different now. He has a mortgage, two elderly parents and a three-year-old kitten to take care of. He cannot afford to lose this job!
Xia Hong covered her face and left crying.
——This trick is called the mantis stalks the cicada.
Gu Xingzhou held the hot fried rice.
The self-control that he was so proud of...could be temporarily turned off at this moment.
Gu Xingzhou's Adam's apple slid up and down, and he held the spoon with anticipation in his eyes.
Suddenly, a familiar and majestic voice sounded next to me: "So early in the morning, why are you not in the company meeting? What are you doing here?"
Gu Tiancheng frowned and looked at Gu Xingzhou.
Looking at Jian Yunlan who was packing up the stall on the tricycle, and then looking at Gu Xingzhou who was holding fried rice, Gu Tiancheng understood everything.
You bastard.
You're eating alone behind your dad's back, right?
Gu Tiancheng looked at Gu Xingzhou, narrowed his eyes, and had an idea.
Gu Tiancheng curled his lips and smiled evilly: "Son, you don't want to lose your position as president just because you stepped into the company with your left foot, right?"
Gu Xingzhou: “…”
No, he can't do this to me.
Despair appeared in Gu Xingzhou's eyes.
Two minutes later.
Gu Xingzhou covered his face and left crying.
His strong and domineering back now looked lonely and helpless, with no place to vent his long-suppressed emotions.
Gu Tiancheng smiled slightly.
——This move is called "the oriole is waiting behind".
Gu Tiancheng held the hot fried rice.
He scooped up a spoonful of fried rice and put it into his mouth. The rice was soft and chewy, the sauce was rich, warm with a hint of sweetness and saltiness, the crispy and juicy sausage, and the soft and slippery mushrooms...
Mmmm, yummy!
Gu Tiancheng gave a thumbs up.
Gu Tiancheng was happy, but some people were not so happy.
For example, the paparazzi Xiao Hou.
The live broadcast room was already noisy, with everyone yelling that he was wasting everyone's time:
[Where is the melon?] ? ? Where is the melon? ? ? Where is the hammer? ? ? ! 】
[It's so early in the morning, and we've gathered everyone here for most of the day. Three things have been confirmed: 1. Ming Ruogui likes to eat fried rice very much. 2. Gu Xingzhou likes to eat fried rice very much. 3. Fried rice is delicious.
[Marketing accounts are unscrupulous in attracting traffic, and they are gone]
[Even Mr. Gu likes to eat fried rice (.)]
[Hahahaha, this seems to confirm the romance between a top female celebrity and the group president, but in fact, it proves that the fried rice is indeed delicious...]
[Is it really that delicious? I want to try it! Why are so many people queuing up and scheming for this bowl of fried rice? 】
At the beginning, Ming Ruogui waited in line here for most of the day, and when she bought the fried rice, she started to eat it happily.
At that time, Xiao Hou still thought that things could turn around.
Maybe when Gu Xingzhou comes down, they will secretly contact each other and exchange glances?
Until he captured Gu Xingzhou coming downstairs and queuing up obediently. Not only did he queue up, but he also schemed with others just to get the fried rice. The fried rice he finally got was snatched away by Director Gu. Not only was it snatched away, but he also covered his face and cried and ran away...
He is a domineering president! Cover your face! Ran away crying!
Ming Ruogui and Gu Xingzhou didn't even look at each other during the whole process. They didn't even know each other existed. After all, they simply come to buy a plate of fried rice, enjoy the delicious food, and leave when the job is done, keeping their achievements and fame to themselves.
Xiao Hou originally wanted to use this revelation to put himself on the top of the Chinese paparazzi and directly ascend to the throne to become the king of paparazzi.
Who knew that the plane would crash directly? Now he has become a joke!
Xiao Hou was in a state of despair. He held the camera like he was holding a landmine and rushed towards the food stall that he hadn't left yet, fearless of death...
He wanted to see how delicious this damn fried rice, the fried rice that the top female star and the president and chairman of Yuanzhou Group were obsessed with, was!
Xiao Hou, holding a camera, rushed into the crowd like a firecracker. Many people were pushed aside by him. Seeing that he was heading for Jian Yunlan, they immediately shouted hurriedly:
"Oh no! Someone is going crazy because they didn't buy fried rice!!!"
"Boss Jian, run!"
"Should we call the police? Is that not a grenade he's carrying? He's so upset that he can't have fried rice that he wants to die together with Boss Jian? =口="
"Although, I think I can understand this feeling. Fried rice is so delicious, it would be ruined if you can't have it, right~"
Others looked at the quiet-looking girl who said that: "???"
The girl giggled and crawled away in the dark.
Everyone:"……"
So scary.
What kind of people are they usually competing with for the same bowl of fried rice? !
Over there, Xiao Hou rushed all the way and soon arrived at the snack stand.
The audience in the live broadcast room were about to leave, but when they saw this change, they instantly became interested again:
They were a little curious about what the chef who made the delicious fried rice that impressed Ming Ruogui and Gu Xingzhou looked like.
In everyone's impression, the owner of a snack stand is generally a fat, slightly older, kind person who speaks with an accent. The fried rice of this snack stand owner is so delicious, it must have been accumulated over the years...
In everyone's mind, there is a classic image of a middle-aged snack stand owner with a beer belly and a chef's hat.
Then, Jian Yunlan, who was taking off her apron, entered the camera.
The light golden skylight gently spread over him, and in the lingering steam, his facial features were breathtakingly beautiful, especially his eyes, which were so black and blue and so affectionate.
audience:"……"
audience:"!!!"
Mom, I saw a fairy! ! !
No, wait.
The snack stand owner is so handsome, and so many customers queuing up only want to buy fried rice from him?
...No other ideas? ? ! !
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