Gourmet: Midnight Vending-Chapter 335 - 312: I’m Going to Expose You!

Gao Hao stood in front of the food cart, feeling completely overwhelmed.

"I know I’m treating, but do you really have to eat like this?"

"Seriously, Zhang Huixiang, you usually eat quite gracefully. But now, you’re just shoveling lion’s heads in like crazy. Is this something people actually do?"

"Hey, Julie, you’re a young lady, how can you eat a lion’s head and then chug vinegar afterward? Who told you to eat like that?"

Gao Hao felt defeated looking at these colleagues, truly defeated. Thinking to himself, they were heartless, each eating three on average, and still wanting more?

Gao Hao pretended to scroll through TikTok on his phone, but he was secretly pressing the calculator.

"Three each, that’s three sevens are twenty-eight. Wait, twenty-one, damn I’ve got it all mixed up in frustration."

"Twenty-one times eighty-eight."

Hiss...

Seeing the number displayed on his phone, Gao Hao felt a chill down his spine, observing his colleagues showing no signs of stopping their ravenous eating.

No way.

Gao Hao clenched his fists.

Even if I just ate those eight lion’s heads myself, it wouldn’t mean I owe them each one. Now they’re eating like crazy, what’s going on?

Besides, this dinner outing wasn’t simply about dining. It was supposed to be about solving a work problem, yet it’s about to cost me a month’s salary?

The situation was giving Gao Hao a headache.

A few days ago, the higher-ups issued them a task in their cultural tourism promo department: maintain a daily update frequency on their short video platform account.

The content had to highlight Yangzhou’s local culinary culture, customs, and other aspects.

The higher-ups issued tasks without concern for those assigned to carry them out. When these people were hired, none of them specialized in social media, yet the task fell to Gao Hao.

This private dinner was partly for that reason. Some things are better discussed offsite rather than in the workplace.

The thing Zhang Huixiang and Liu Xu were talking about earlier is the same matter.

Now it’s not just their cultural tourism department involved, other departments have received the same command.

The Huai’an museum and cultural tourism department were even brought in, officially collaborating with several popular food bloggers online for joint content creation to promote this.

This summer, Huaiyang is putting all efforts to ride a wave of massive traffic!

Of course, this can’t be stated outright. Being too deliberate would not be well-received by internet users. Everything has to appear coincidental.

Watching his colleagues who seemed more wolf-like than human, Gao Hao felt unspeakable pain.

"Hmph, TikTok, capturing life’s frustrations!"

Turning off his calculator, he flipped to open the app, diving straight into filming.

"I’m going to film you all, capturing your ugly mugs!"

Gao Hao didn’t notice or realize...

After work, he had logged into the company’s official media account, intending to discuss video projects with his colleagues over BBQ. He didn’t switch to his personal account afterward.

Thus, when the camera was pointed at Zhang Huixiang, this guy was holding a bowl, the bowl to his mouth, frantically shoving it in with a spoon.

Exactly, shoving!

There was no other way, the lion’s head was just too, too tender. Since when making them, Chen Mo didn’t bind the meat filling firmly, it could only be shoved in, or using a spoon to scoop it whole, it would end up crumbling.

"Hey, dude, can I interview you a bit? Is the lion’s head taste good?"

Zhang Huixiang, seeing Gao Hao pointing the phone at him, stuffed the lion’s head into his mouth, his lips and corners smeared with gravy and sauce.

His mouth was stuffed full, he couldn’t speak, only giving a thumbs up with his spoon-holding hand. After swallowing hard, he added, "Since you’re treating, it tastes even better."

Damn!

Gao Hao moved past Zhang Huixiang, "Julie, what’s up? Let me interview you a bit. Eating someone else’s 88-yuan lion’s head, what does the fifth one feel like?"

"Nom nom~"

Julie, a 26-year-old young lady, blushing slightly, after swallowing the meatball, she giggled sheepishly, "Just...want to eat the sixth one."

"Hey, Lily, quit messing around..."

"Boss, one more lion’s head, please!"

Julie’s voice was sharp, making Gao Hao feel a heartache.

"Old Chang, may I interview you? I’ve been watching you, you’ve eaten seven already, really going after the free stuff untiringly?"

Chang Mingming, cheeks bulging, standing roadside, bowl in hand, shoving meatballs in, one spoonful at a time.

Seeing Gao Hao’s phone aimed at him, he quickly turned around, "Don’t film, don’t film."

"Brother Chang, do you plan on more after finishing this? Two more, right?"

Chang Mingming gave Gao Hao his back. From this back view, you could feel him devouring voraciously, head down, hand up scooping food.

Old Chang took two steps forward, abruptly stopped, turned smiling at Gao Hao’s camera, "Hey, Haozi, I’m going to buy another lion’s head. Stay right here, don’t move."

Eight lion’s heads, Old Chang, are you even human?

Angrily, Gao Hao clicked to publish the content. It was his personal account, followed mostly by colleagues.

Before the city pushed for traffic, the cultural tourism department was rather laid back... In laid-back departments, colleagues are usually closer.

So adding friends on TikTok is quite normal. Gao Hao clicked publish fiercely and locked his screen!

He intended to expose the ugly faces of his office mates!

Immediately fuming, he returned to their BBQ stand, placing Zhang Huixiang’s grilled skewers to reheat.

"Oh, what did I do to deserve this!"

"It’s my fault for eating too slowly. If I were faster, they wouldn’t have gotten the taste, and none of this would have happened."

Reflecting painfully.

Gao Hao grabbed five skewers, fiercely dunking them in his mouth, eating until oily juices ran everywhere.

Starting practice in chomping big bites, now!

Over here, hearing the 4900-yuan payment on WeChat, Chen Mo found it amusing.

"Buddy, here’s this for you." Chen Mo held a cup of an unknown green liquid.

Gao Hao shook his head vigorously, "No more, no more, can’t afford it."

Chen Mo looked at him empathetically, "This one’s on me, buddy."

Gao Hao accepted it, the cocktail or cucumber juice the small boss had when they arrived.

"Thanks, boss."

Chen Mo nodded, watching these gracious customers leave, feeling sorry.

This guy probably got too worked up by his colleagues, ended with heartburn.

A bitter melon juice would do, can bring the heat down. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Ah~

A frustrating day, couldn’t even sell all the lion’s heads!