He patted Xu Yao on the shoulder, and the two smiled at each other, their eyes filled with tacit understanding and helplessness.
This reversal is even more thrilling than a roller coaster ride.
"Alright, alright! Don't rush, everyone! There's enough for you, line up!"
Zhou Yang quickly returned to the stall and, together with Xu Yao, hurriedly continued to cook the pot.
All eight pots were heated at full speed at the same time, bubbling and gurgling.
That unique, complex scent, which both hate and love, spread even more recklessly.
However, at this moment, the smell seems to become less unbearable to those who have experienced the "fragrant baptism".
It even has a subtle, enticing aroma of meat and herbs.
But there were only eight pots, yet more and more people wanted to eat there.
Fans, passersby, curious onlookers drawn by the aroma (or perhaps the stench?), plus this group of elderly people who were "delicious" – the small stall was packed with people.
"Boss Zhou, hurry up! My mouth is watering!"
"The next pot is mine! Nobody can take it!"
"Boss! Can I add more toppings? I'd like to add some beef!"
"Hurry up and pay! Don't block the way!"
Urging voices, shouts, and slurping sounds rose and fell, the scene was so lively it was almost out of control.
Just as Zhou Yang's beef offal hotpot stall business reached its peak, the wave of the internet was quietly surging.
Those live video clips, the mixed reviews from fans, and the shocked comments from bystanders.
The striking image of "dark green cow dung soup" spread like a virus across various social media platforms.
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