Chapter 86 Meow meow meow
It is so quiet in the mahjong room that you can hear a pin drop.
The three bosses focused their attention on Mrs. Huo.
Mrs. Huo looked calm as she looked at the cards in her hand, her emerald-covered fingers resting against her cheeks, as if she was thinking about what cards to play.
Her face was calm, her silver hair was neatly combed back and pinned with a jade hairpin, and even the wrinkles on her face looked so decent and elegant.
He looks like a big boss who is as calm as a mountain and has a plan in place.
…Just when the three bosses couldn’t help rubbing their ears, thinking they were hallucinating.
Gurgle——
Another crisp stomach growl sounded.
Three bosses: “…”
Mrs. Huo: “…………”
Madam Huo pushed down the mahjong tiles in front of her, stood up with a pale face, and tried to argue:
"No, it's not me! Why are you looking at me like that?! I'm not...hungry...I don't want to eat..."
Having said this, she had to stop and wipe the saliva from the corner of her mouth.
That was a close call, my saliva almost fell to the ground.
Several bosses present couldn't help but cover their faces and couldn't bear to watch any longer.
Oh my god…
This embarrassing mistake has happened.
On the other side, Madam Huo was so angry that her face was slightly distorted.
Damn it!
I've never lost such a big person in my life!
She had been used to a life of luxury all her life, and had devoted all her attention to business and trade wars. She thought she had no desire for such worldly things.
But, why! ! !
When the fragrance drifted over through the gap, she just sniffed it and thought of her childhood, when she and her brothers and sisters were crowded under the small eaves, looking at the bright red roast duck in the casserole that her mother brought back from outside, bubbling in the hot brine.
When I was a child, my family was poor and my mother couldn’t afford a whole roast duck. She only bought half of the leftovers that other people couldn’t sell and cooked it with homemade marinade. Each of the brothers and sisters was only given a small piece of duck meat, but the duck meat and the white rice mixed with brine were invaluable memories of their childhood...
Even Mrs. Huo herself almost forgot what happened so long ago, decades ago, but her hungry stomach did not forget!
Just by smelling the fragrance, Mrs. Huo's long-dormant gluttony was aroused.
She was hungry after playing mahjong for half a day.
Old Madam Huo tried to hold it in again and again, but still couldn't. The rumbling sound in her stomach became louder, one wave after another, like a symphony.
The wind blew open the window that was slightly open, and a stronger and clearer fragrance came in...
Gurgle! Gurgle! Coo coo!
The glutton in Mrs. Huo's stomach seemed to come alive and screamed loudly.
Old Madam Huo's face turned red, then pale, and then dark again.
It was so colorful that it looked like a seasoning plate had been overturned.
Several bosses could no longer tolerate such an awkward atmosphere, and immediately stood up and spoke in unison to smooth things over:
"It smells really good. How about we ask Mr. Huang where we can buy roast duck nearby?"
"Yes, yes. It just so happens that everyone is hungry."
"I'm already old, and I really can't stand being hungry. Come on, Sister Huo, let's go find it together..."
Old Madam Huo was surrounded by several people with an unpleasant look on her face. She seemed reluctant, but in fact she was very obedient as she followed the fragrance all the way to its source.
The street was bustling with people mostly dressed in ordinary clothes and riding electric scooters, many of them with their families, rushing towards Aunt Wang's store, apparently attracted by the fragrance.
If he were an ordinary wealthy person, he might be proud of his status and would not want to eat at a roadside food stall with ordinary people on such an ordinary street.
But it’s different when one is as wealthy as Mrs. Huo and a few bosses.
It emphasizes returning to simplicity.
They don't need to prove their status by the price of food. As long as it tastes good, they can eat it in high-end restaurants or roadside stalls. If it's a roadside food stall or snack stand that's really delicious, it's not impossible to spend some money to buy the entire store and use it as your own private kitchen.
Many of them have done this.
Smelling the fragrance, several big guys had plans in their minds. If it's as delicious as it smells, they'll be in for a treat if they buy the entire store and the chef...
Everyone took it for granted that the fragrance came from a restaurant or roadside stall.
Even big guys of their level would be attracted by the aroma, so it must be a treasure restaurant, right?
How could it be the smell of an ordinary person’s cooking?
Therefore, when Mrs. Huo and her group stopped at the source of the fragrance, they looked up and saw the huge red-bottomed gold—
'Auntie Wang's Grocery Store'.
Several bigwigs were stunned.
Small, small shop? !
Old Madam Huo felt even more dizzy and could not help but hold onto a nearby electric pole and rub her temples.
The aroma of roast duck that had made her stomach rumble for so long didn't even come from a restaurant or a roadside stall, but from a convenience store? ? !
In addition to them, the people around them were obviously also very shocked:
"Fuck, I thought it was some restaurant's famous chef coming out, but you told me it's just a small shop??!"
"Isn't this the dark cuisine Auntie Wang? Last time, she cooked a dish of stir-fried pork with strawberries and sent it to my family. My whole family ate it and had diarrhea and vomited... What happened to Auntie Wang? Why did she become such a good cook?"
"I heard that the roast duck and marinade were bought by Aunt Wang from outside."
"Really? I haven't heard of any good roast duck around here, and Aunt Wang can't afford the roast duck from Zhuyuan."
"Ahhhh, I really want to eat it. I really want to eat it. Even if I can't have duck meat, some braised sauce and rice would be nice!"
Hundreds of pairs of green eyes stared at Aunt Wang and her family of three.
Hunger and greed were clearly written in those eyes.
If it weren't for the fact that we are now living in a society ruled by law, Aunt Wang has no doubt that they would rush up and snatch the food from their mouths!
Aunt Wang and her son and daughter-in-law: "..."
They were just having a normal meal and chatting about family matters.
Who knew that the iron gate was rolled open by someone, and there were so many people standing behind the gate!
What kind of horror movie is this! ! !
The son and daughter-in-law trembled, instinctively hugged the bowl tightly, and began to eat with big mouthfuls.
Aunt Wang, in particular, ate her rice even faster, almost wolfing it down, and the chopsticks she used to pick up the roast duck almost left afterimages.
She stirred the red marinade on the rice. The rice was sticky and each grain was covered with the rich and fragrant marinade. When she took a bite, the smooth rice grains absorbed the essence of the marinade, and were oily and had the fresh aroma of roast duck meat...
And the roast duck.
The duck skin has absorbed the marinade and is soft and tough. When you gently bite it, you will find the dense and chewy duck meat wrapped in the hot marinade. With every bite, more juice comes out, and the more you chew, the more delicious it becomes.
Eating it in big mouthfuls makes one feel so satisfied.
The onlookers who watched Aunt Wang and her friends eat felt more and more tormented.
There were even children in the crowd who started crying loudly: "Mom and Dad, I want to eat roast duck, woooooooo!!!"
The adults also smiled bitterly.
Who understands the pain that you can see and smell but cannot taste?
The sense of crisis made Aunt Wang eat faster and faster. In the blink of an eye, the big casserole of roast duck was gradually empty.
Soon, Aunt Wang picked up the last piece of roast duck. The roast duck was trembling on the chopsticks, dripping with fragrant marinade and oil, and its color was bright red.
Just as Aunt Wang was about to put the roast duck into her mouth, she suddenly heard footsteps approaching from afar, accompanied by a clear shout:
“Leave the duck behind!”
Aunt Wang stopped using her chopsticks.
Everyone looked in the direction of the voice.
I saw a woman dressed in luxurious clothes with an emerald ring on her thumb. The woman had wrinkles on her face and silver hair. She was in her sixties or seventies, but because she took good care of herself, she didn't look old at all.
Someone in the crowd looked at her in doubt, recognizing the face he had seen in newspapers before:
"Fuck, that's not..." "Impossible? What are these big guys doing here?" "Could it be--"
Aunt Wang held the roast duck between her legs and looked at Madam Huo in confusion.
Mrs. Huo stared at the roast duck for a moment, her face darkened slightly, and she said something shocking: "I'll pay you one thousand yuan for this piece of roast duck on your chopsticks!"
Wow!
Everyone took a deep breath.
1. One thousand yuan, just to buy such a thin slice of roast duck? !
They cannot imagine the happiness of rich people.
and……
The roast duck is already right next to people's mouths, but this big shot actually wants to buy it. She is really not picky.
Aunt Wang was even more shocked.
She bought a whole roast duck with marinade from Boss Xiao Lan for only a hundred yuan, but how come this piece of roast duck could be sold for a thousand yuan?
If anyone dares to say that Boss Xiaolan is expensive again, she will be the first to disagree!
Aunt Wang held the piece of roast duck between her legs, not knowing whether to eat it or not, and she stood there awkwardly for a moment.
What was even more surprising was that the next second, another voice rang out from the crowd: "I'll pay 5,000."
"Haha, I'll give you 10,000."
"I'll offer fifty thousand, one price!"
"One hundred thousand."
I have to say that a small street in the capital is also full of hidden talents. Although everyone seems to be an ordinary person, there are actually quite a few nouveau riche who do demolition business.
For a while, this piece of roast duck was actually auctioned off.
“…”
"One million!" Mrs. Huo said in a deep voice, "I want both the roast duck and the marinade for the casserole."
Between her fingers was a check with a number and a signature.
The wind blew her silver hair and the check.
Bang.
The final word.
No one dared to bid anymore.
Everyone opened their mouths wide and looked at her in shock.
One million, just for a piece of roast duck? ? ! !
This is too crazy! ! !
Then, everyone looked at Aunt Wang with envy.
A piece of roast duck, which she didn't even make herself, could actually sell for one million. She was so lucky...
Aunt Wang looked at Mrs. Huo, then at the roast duck on the chopsticks.
After a moment, she gritted her teeth and did something that made everyone unbelievable.
——She put the piece of roast duck worth one million into her mouth and started eating it in big mouthfuls.
"tasty!"
As everyone stared in shock, Aunt Wang lowered her head, mixed the last bit of sauce in the casserole into the rice, and began to eat.
Mrs. Huo: "..."
Everyone: “…………???”
Mrs. Huo's face turned livid.
Aunt Wang's son and daughter-in-law were so frightened that they almost fainted.
One million, that’s one million! ! !
Just eat it like this?
"I didn't make this roast duck," Aunt Wang scratched her head. "It was made by Boss Xiaolan. How can I have the nerve to sell the roast duck made by Boss Xiaolan?"
Doesn’t that make her a scalper?
Even if someone is willing to buy it, she would feel guilty if she sold it.
The most important thing is that the roast duck is so delicious when you hold it between chopsticks and put it right under your nose!
Aunt Wang swallowed the roast duck and burped.
Everyone stared at her in shock.
Everyone was full of doubts.
Isn’t it her who made the roast duck? Who is Boss Xiaolan? Such a delicious roast duck...how much does it cost? It won’t cost several thousand yuan like Zhuyuan, right?
There are so many questions in everyone's mind that they are about to overflow.
Finally, after eating everything, Aunt Wang wiped her mouth despite everyone's envious and jealous gazes.
She finally had some free time, and she slowly explained to the crowds of people in front of the store:
"Every day at noon, Mr. Xiaolan, who sells roast duck, will set up a stall opposite Zhuyuan. If you want to buy some, you can go buy it tomorrow."
Opposite Zhuyuan, at 12 noon, Boss Xiaolan...
Everyone, including Mrs. Huo, secretly memorized the name.
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