"I know you're all wondering, this cow dung hotpot sounds weird, smells really refreshing, and the price is definitely not cheap."
He paused, his gaze sweeping over the faces that were both curious and hesitant, and then announced directly.
"So! To give my loyal fans a treat, I'm going to go all out today!"
He pointed to a slightly smaller insulated container next to him. The lid was tightly closed, but it still couldn't completely lock in the wisps of "soul energy" that wanted to escape.
"This bucket!"
Zhou Yang's voice was loud and clear, "It's on me! Free samples, come and try them."
"If it's delicious and worth the money, I'll gladly pay for it! If it's not to my taste, then you've all helped me, Old Zhou, with my opinion, and I thank you all!"
"Wow--!"
These words caused an uproar, as if a bucket of cold water had been poured into a calm pan of oil!
"Holy crap! Free samples?! Did I hear that right?!"
"Boss Zhou is so generous! Boss Zhou is awesome (voice cracks)!!"
"I knew it! Boss Zhou will always be my big brother!"
"Waaaaah, Boss Zhou spoils his fans so much! Just for this perk, even if I'm full after eating a lot, I'll still send you a rocket!"
"What are you waiting for? Let's get started, Boss Zhou!"
Fans who were just having second thoughts or secretly complaining about the high price have had all their hesitation and dissatisfaction swept away by this sudden "fan-pampering benefit"!
It's free! This is Zhou Yang's own "disastrous cuisine"!
Forget everything else, let's just go for it.
Why not take advantage of this deal!
Zhou Yang skillfully lit the portable gas stove on the cart, the pale blue flame licking the bottom of the pot.
Then, he scooped up a ladleful of thick, eerily dark green broth and poured it into the preheated pot without hesitation.
"Sizzle—!"
In just three or four minutes, the high temperature quickly brought the soup to a boil, bubbling and churning with dense bubbles.
In an instant, a primal scent, like a demon unleashed from its seal, swept across the entire stall without restraint and spread wildly in all directions!
"Well……"
"Pfft—cough cough cough! I can't take it anymore! This smell is like a direct hit to the top of my head!"
"Quick! Where's my gas mask... oh no, my face mask?!"
"I can't take it anymore, I feel like my nose hairs are being burned by this smell! I need to retreat to upwind..."
Even those who were mentally prepared, and even the die-hard fans who were just shouting "I'm not afraid," were now quite overwhelmed by this upgraded "biological attack."
They all instinctively pinched their noses again, and some even couldn't help but back away, their facial muscles contorting and their expressions becoming quite varied.
Strangely, their feet seemed to be glued to the pot, and although they looked pained, their eyes were fixed on the pot, and they refused to actually move away.
Curiosity killed the cat; the ancients were right.
Zhou Yang chuckled inwardly, but his face remained calm and composed, as if he were surrounded by the fragrance of flowers.
He picked up the food container next to him, which contained thinly sliced, evenly cut fresh beef and cleaned, appetizingly colored offal.
He nimbly used his chopsticks to put the beef offal into the pot first, and after it boiled, he poured all the beef slices into the bubbling "green soup".
With the addition of meat, a rich meaty aroma began to struggle to break free from the overpowering smell of grass, creating a more bizarre and indescribable mixed aroma.
This smell is simply an extreme challenge to the sense of smell!
Just as the aroma (or stench) filled the air, a few quick-thinking fans in the crowd had already pulled out their phones and skillfully opened live streaming apps.
"Hello, hello! Family! Your war correspondent, Little Fatty, is online! I'm currently on Huaiyang Old Street! In front of Boss Zhou's Beef Offal Hot Pot stall!"
"That's right! Mr. Zhou, who used to sell braised food, has moved to a new place and is now selling beef offal hot pot!"
"You ask me what 'cow dung hotpot' is? I can only say, please look at the camera..."
Despite his physical discomfort, a livestreamer forced a smile and kept the camera fixed on the small pot that Zhou Yang was "performing a ritual" on.
The live stream chat exploded with comments like a floodgate opening, torrenting across the screen.
Holy crap! Take care, streamer! I'm practically suffocating just looking at this!
[Ugh... This is soup made from the grass inside a cow's stomach? Forgive me for not being able to accept it!]
[249 yuan a serving? This is ripping off fans like pigs! Blatantly exploiting them!]
[Hilarious! Are these fans masochists? They smell like a public toilet that's exploded, and they're still crowding around? Absolutely idiotic!]
Has Zhou Yang completely gone too far? Does he think he can do whatever he wants just because he's famous? He dares to sell such inhumane things?
[This must be boycotted! What rubbish! It's a disgrace to the catering industry!]
Of course, where there are haters, there are also die-hard fans, and the voices defending Zhou Yang in the live stream were equally intense:
[If you don't understand, shut up! When has Boss Zhou ever disappointed you?]
[Exactly! You're just spouting nonsense if you haven't even tried it! Didn't you all initially complain about the smell of snail rice noodles? And now? They're delicious!]
I have faith in Boss Zhou's cooking skills! I'm waiting for the streamer to try it and declare it delicious, proving them wrong!
[Boss Zhou already said free samples are available! Why are you still making baseless accusations? How much money did you get paid, you trolls?]
[Protect Boss Zhou, the best cook! Haters, stay away!]
The fans at the scene naturally saw the comments on their phone screens, especially the vicious attacks, which immediately filled them with righteous indignation.
"Bullshit! You guys don't know anything!"
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