Chapter 279 What are you doing in the middle of the night?
Three young men, like three hungry hyenas, rode shared bicycles through the neon lights.
Cross the commercial street and pass by the residential area.
Whenever they come across any place selling food on the street, they will take a second look, for fear of missing it.
Especially in places where there are queues, you absolutely cannot miss it.
However, after searching all the way, there was no trace of Su Chen.
As he rode, Guo Jia scratched his head in annoyance and let out a long sigh.
"Please, God, please tell me where the boss will be setting up his stall this week!"
"If we still can't find it today, how about the three of us go find a temple and pray tomorrow?"
"Uh, aren't we a bit too superstitious?"
"Stop talking nonsense, are you going or not?"
"go!"
The three of them chatted with each other while riding their bikes.
Before I knew it, I arrived at a relatively remote street.
This street is not very big, and most of the shops have closed early. With only a few street lamps emitting dim light, it looks extremely deserted.
Just as they were about to leave to search the next area.
Guo Jia suddenly braked and pointed to a dark corner in front of him.
"Look, is there a stall over there?"
The other two looked in the direction he pointed and could vaguely see the outline of a white food truck.
The three of them instantly became alert and hurried over on their bikes.
The closer they got, the faster their hearts beat.
However, when they finally arrived at the stall, they found that it was an old lady selling roasted sweet potatoes.
Depend on……
Is it necessary to use such a fancy food truck to sell sweet potatoes? It's really confusing.
"Hey handsome guys, would you like some roasted sweet potatoes? They're so delicious and sweet!"
The aunt waved her hand and asked enthusiastically.
"Can I summon a dragon by eating this sweet potato? If I can't summon a dragon, can I summon the boss?"
A friend in a group was looking for someone crazy and couldn't help but say this.
"Tsk! Don't be so conspicuous. This is an old lady selling sweet potatoes, not a little girl selling matches!"
Guo Jia rolled his eyes.
Their expectations were dashed, and the three of them no longer had the heart to continue sweeping the streets.
After looking at the time, they decided to go home.
Declare today's street sweeping a failure.
Guo Jia returned home and lay down on the sofa in a depressed state.
The buns were still quietly placed on the table.
He took a look at it, didn't have much appetite, and ignored it.
Bored, he took out his phone, swiped the screen, and clicked on the diner group.
Messages kept scrolling in the group, and it was obvious that there were more than just three of them sweeping the streets looking for the boss today.
Guo Jia casually flipped through the chat history.
"I ran from the east to the west of the city, my legs almost broke, but I didn't even see a hair of the boss."
"Same here, I've been on TikTok for two hours and haven't noticed anything."
"Does anyone have any new ideas? Let's brainstorm."
Just then.
Guo Jia suddenly wrinkled his nose and felt a faint fragrance quietly entering his nose.
Hmm...where does that fragrance come from?
He jumped up from the sofa, twitched his nose twice, and began to look for the source of the smell.
He had been searching for his boss repeatedly but to no avail, and was in a very low mood, with no appetite at all.
But somehow, after smelling this aroma, my appetite was aroused.
Guo Jia looked left and right, and finally his eyes fell on the bun on the table that he had ignored.
Damn, could it be this thing?
He pulled his hair, feeling a little suspicious.
The moment the plastic bag was torn open, the salty, sweet and delicious taste exploded all over my face.
Guo Jia couldn't help swallowing his saliva. The barbecued pork buns his father brought back today seemed to be good.
Even though it has been cold for such a long time, the smell has not diminished at all, but has become more appetizing.
He reached out, grabbed the bun, and walked quickly to the kitchen.
The microwave had just turned twice and the whole kitchen was already filled with a scent that was enough to attract the soul.
Damn! This aroma...
Guo Jia suddenly shuddered, and an idea flashed through his mind uncontrollably.
Could this be done by the boss?
With this question in mind, Guo Jia couldn't wait to take the buns out of the microwave.
The hot air rises with the aroma, which makes people's appetite increase just by looking at it.
As soon as the bun entered his mouth, his pupils trembled instantly when the hot filling burst in his mouth.
Take another bite and your crown will take off!
Guo Jia almost felt that he had found the answer.
In his mind, it was impossible for anyone else except the boss to make such a wonderful flavor appear on a bun.
You know, it’s a fact recognized by the group.
The most special thing about the boss is that he can make ordinary food taste so delicious that you can’t stop eating.
Guo Jia didn't even dare to eat too fast. He tried hard to control his explosive appetite and ate one bite after another, savoring every bite of the bun.
The more he ate, the more he felt that his guess was correct.
If the buns were not made by the boss, he would dare to do a handstand.
Soon, he ate up all the buns.
Guo Jia wiped his mouth and then went straight to his father's bedroom without hesitation.
He pushed open the bedroom door anxiously and yelled at the top of his lungs, "Dad!"
The old man was lying comfortably on the bed, happily watching videos about middle-aged and elderly people, and he was so scared that his phone almost hit his face.
"You're courting death, you bastard!"
He got up, grabbed the slippers beside the bed and started beating her, "What are you doing in the middle of the night?"
At this moment, Guo Jia's mind and eyes were filled with the buns and the boss, and he didn't care about his father's scolding at all.
He dodged the slipper attack and hurriedly asked what he cared about most.
"Dad, did you buy this bun from the handsome vendor wearing a black mask? Right?"
The old man was still angry and retorted in a bad mood.
"How the hell would I know? I just bought some buns. Why would I care if someone is handsome or not? Or if their mask is black or not?"
After saying this, the old man seemed to suddenly remember something.
He frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, and then looked his son up and down with an extremely strange look.
He said earnestly, "Son, I think your behavior has been very abnormal recently. Come with me to the temple tomorrow to pray. I know a master who can take a good look at you to make sure you haven't run into anything unclean."
When Guo Jia heard this, he was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.
"Dad, I'm not possessed. What are you thinking?"
The old man snorted coldly.
"I think that boss has cast some kind of evil spell on you. You've been haunting me here all day long."
Guo Jia: ...
Knowing that there was no point in dwelling on this topic any longer, he quickly said a few nice words to cheer the old man up.
It took a lot of effort to calm the old man down.
Guo Jia then hurriedly took out his cell phone, slid his fingers quickly across the screen, and found Su Chen's photo in the group chat.
"Dad, please take a closer look. Is that the stall owner?"
(End of this chapter)
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