Gourmet: Midnight Vending-Chapter 334 - 311: Evil Activation Failed!

In front of delicious food, there’s no such thing as friendship.

Gao Hao held firm to this belief, shamelessly dodging Zhang Huixiang’s questions, and then naturally enjoying eight servings of lion’s head meatballs by himself.

He couldn’t help but feel thrilled inside.

"How exactly is this made? It’s clearly the lion’s head I’m most familiar with, so why is it completely different from the one I know?"

Unlike others, Gao Hao actually knew a bit about gourmet food.

Speaking of the texture, these lion’s head meatballs were clearly more tender than those in restaurants, and because of this, each bit of meat was simmered to an incredibly soft consistency.

With a big bite, even though his mouth was full of meat juice, the magic was in the dash of Old Chen vinegar.

"This must be Old Chen vinegar from Jingzhou, sour but not harsh, cuts the grease and increases the freshness, absolutely unbeatable!"

Gao Hao thought using a spoon to scoop it up wasn’t satisfying enough, so he picked up chopsticks intending to stab one directly into his mouth.

But as soon as he stuck the chopsticks in and tried to lift it, the lion’s head split open right in the middle.

"Wow, it’s really cooked until it’s falling apart!"

Zhang Huixiang sat by the grill, sweating from the heat, holding a big skewer of meat sizzling with oil, with cumin and chili powder sprinkled on making it look incredibly tempting.

He casually picked one to taste the seasoning.

Hmm, the flavor’s not bad, the meat’s quite tender too.

"The skewers are ready, everyone... Hey, Haozi, what are you doing?"

Zhang Huixiang, holding a bunch of skewers, looked at the four empty bowls in front of Gao Hao with some confusion, "Didn’t you say this food was just so-so? How did you finish four in the blink of an eye?"

Gao Hao’s mouth was full of oil, and while speaking, you could even smell the aroma of vinegar and meat coming from his mouth, it was just too satisfying.

"Well, it’s just because it was not tasty, I thought I’d eat more now and then eat fewer skewers later, so you guys could have more barbecue."

No, something definitely wasn’t right.

Not just Zhang Huixiang, even the other colleagues put down what they were doing and gathered around.

"If someone else said that, I’d believe it, but Haozi, I don’t believe a word of what you’re saying."

"Exactly, your nickname ’Gourmand’ at work isn’t for nothing, would you eat something that isn’t tasty?" 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

"Hey, do you guys remember when the chef at the office cafeteria took a day off, and they brought in a substitute who whipped up a meal; Haozi almost made the guy cry with scolding, and now you’re saying this isn’t tasty, but you ate four? Who’d believe that?"

"Move aside, you ate four, let us have a taste too."

Gao Hao was pushed away from the dining table by his coworkers, feeling full of regret, full of remorse!

Regret for not eating faster earlier, if he had eaten all eight in one go, it wouldn’t have ended like this.

Zhang Huixiang and a few others each grabbed a spoon and targeted the remaining lion’s head meatballs.

Just one bite.

The seven of them looked at each other in disbelief.

"My gosh, are these really lion’s heads?"

"Whoa, it’s completely transformed, no wonder Haozi insisted it wasn’t tasty, turns out it’s delicious!"

"Amazing! From now on, we can’t believe a word Gao Hao says."

Zhang Huixiang took a bite and was blown away, suddenly remembering when Liu Xu insisted on treating him to lion’s head, he finally understood.

It wasn’t because Director Liu wanted to cozy up to him, but because these were genuinely delicious.

Originally, there was one for each person, but thanks to Gao Hao, the seven of them shared the remaining four lion’s head meatballs and they were gone in an eye blink.

Everyone was left wanting more.

"Hey, I suddenly don’t want barbecue anymore, how about you guys?"

"Exactly, I was just thinking I’d chow down on thirty meat skewers today, but now I can’t imagine the appeal of large chunks of meat."

"Didn’t you guys notice, these lion’s head meatballs are quite unique? Just talking about the texture, it feels on par with Fun Garden!"

Quyuan Tea House, a place with a history dating back to the Qianlong Era, places they can’t afford to frequent often with their salaries.

But Zhang Huixiang and his colleagues had a unique job that involved frequent entertainment, so they had arrangements with these big restaurants and visited often.

"It’s not just about being comparable, didn’t you notice these are completely different from our local lion’s head meatballs? Oh right, Huixiang, where did you buy these?"

Zhang Huixiang was still bewildered, hearing his coworker call him, he jerked his head up and pointed to the roadside, "Just that food cart."

"Huh." The others couldn’t help but sigh after seeing it.

Such an authentic lion’s head meatball from a street vendor?

Though nothing’s surprising these days.

"Let’s go, let’s buy some more."

"Get more, you can’t get enough of these until you’re full in one sitting."

"Let Gao Hao treat us, he ate my share just now, too much!"

Gao Hao laughed foolishly, "Sure, sure, it’s on me today. Eat all you want, it’s just street food, what’s the big deal!"

When Gao Hao stood in front of the yellow food cart, he almost wanted to take back what he just said.

"Boss."

"Hmm?" Chen Mo turned his head, curiously looking at the chubby guy outside the food cart.

Gao Hao initially wanted to ask about the price of the lion’s head meatballs, but seeing Chen Mo like this, he was momentarily dazed.

In the blazing summer, wearing a black suit.

Holding a cocktail glass, shaking it lightly. A slice of lemon perched on the rim, a few ice cubes inside, the light green liquid swirling with the boss’s motion.

More curious about the boss’s current state than the outrageous price of the lion’s head, he felt like he was seeing an old acquaintance—the domestic 007.

"Boss, what’s that in your glass? The color looks odd." Gao Hao completely forgot about the lion’s head meatballs.

It was the first time he saw someone drinking this light green beverage, possibly a cocktail.

"Cucumber juice, tastes quite good, want a glass?" Chen Mo raised his glass in a toasting gesture, "10 Yuan a glass."

Cucumber... juice?

Such a niche drink!

Gao Hao shook his head repeatedly, "No thanks. Boss, I just wanted to ask, does the price of these lion’s head meatballs have to be this high?"

The price was indeed a bit outrageous.

At Fun Garden, original lion’s head sells for 32 Yuan, crab roe lion’s head for 38 Yuan, and they’re a well-established brand.

Selling for 88 Yuan at a street stall, it just seemed outrageous.

Chen Mo downed the glass of juice in one go.

It was a new invention, fresh cucumber juice with a bit of lemon juice, ice cubes, and crucially a dash of syrup, the flavor was simply marvelous!

In one gulp, a cool sensation spread throughout his body, from inside out.

"Didn’t you guys just eat it? What do you think?" Chen Mo said calmly.

Whether a dish is expensive or not, if it’s just compared to the market price, it becomes meaningless.

Actually, Chen Mo left out a point; after all, this was someone else’s place, and saying it might cause trouble.

Back when Brother Jiaozi stood at Jingzhou Bridgehead, and furiously stir-fried perfect freestyle fried rice, it was only 30 Yuan for two servings.

Later went online and saw Yangzhou Fried Rice selling for 300 per serving!

Can you compare?

Comparisons like that would be infuriating, wouldn’t it?

Thus, whether it’s worth it or not, it’s something you know in your heart, and Chen Mo clearly conveyed his point.

You’ve already tasted it, whether the price is worth it is a pointless discussion.

If you still want to eat, then it’s worth it.

If you don’t care whether you eat it or not, then it doesn’t matter.

Zhang Huixiang coughed into his fist, "How about we all chip in?"

"Old Zhang, are you trying to provoke me?" Gao Hao turned his head fiercely, "Eat! Everyone, eat! How much you eat today is on me!"

Wow~

With someone treating, who needs to hold back?