Gourmet: Midnight Vending-Chapter 353 - 328: Is It Worth It Just for a Mouthful?

Chapter 353: Chapter 328: Is It Worth It Just for a Mouthful?

This account is easy to settle, doesn’t even need calculations.

Anyway, I was planning to eat something, and now a streamer is treating us. Isn’t that a great deal?

Without waiting for Huang Bo to speak, Zhu Yan immediately agreed.

Gao Hao finally breathed a sigh of relief, at least he didn’t let the bigwigs in his live-streaming room who gave him gifts down. Of course, even after treating them to a meal, he still had some gifts left.

Gao Hao had already discussed it with Zhang Huixiang, to see how much they could save up, and planned to splurge on lion’s head meatballs and fried rice later at midnight, a top-tier luxury combo.

Seeing the other party agree, Gao Hao quickly went to each stall and ordered a lion’s head meatball from both of them.

Fried rice is currently not included in the treat, since Xue Ping’s stall doesn’t sell fried rice.

Chen Mo just scooped out a lion’s head; Xue Ping had just made quite a few, and they were ready in no time.

Huang Bo and the others looked around; those yellow stools and tables were all occupied, so they had to stand on the roadside with their small bowls to start tasting, while Gao Hao pointed the camera at the pair.

The live-stream chat had already erupted with discussions about which dish was better, a hot topic in the room, especially after Yu Hongtao’s performance earlier—many people felt like he was a hired stooge by Chen Mo.

Otherwise, how could anyone say something as ridiculous as "I wouldn’t eat it if it were free, it takes up stomach space"?

Huang Bo held Xue An’s lion’s head, while Zhu Yan held the Little Yellow Bowl.

"This lion’s head looks decent, quite up to standard, not inferior to some big restaurants," Huang Bo casually commented, "Looks are one thing, let’s see how it tastes."

Since he’s a professional chef, when it comes to food critiques, Zhu Yan usually lets Huang Bo take the first bite.

She held the bowl of sauce-colored lion’s head, catching a faint whiff of vinegar.

Huang Bo took a spoonful of the pale lion’s head into his mouth, chewed it a couple of times, smacked his lips, and then nodded affirmatively, "It’s got all the right elements, nicely done, and for 18 yuan, it’s quite cheap."

That’s just his personal opinion. In reality, Huang Bo had some biases.

If Chen Mo only made lion’s heads, he wouldn’t care, but since there’s fried rice involved, he couldn’t stand it!

Zhu Yan tasted the lion’s head that Huang Bo had tried and drank some soup.

"Mmm, it is quite delicious."

There wasn’t much else to say since it actually tasted like what you’d get at a regular restaurant.

Huang Bo switched to the yellow bowl, scooped some meat, and dipped it in the sauce with aged vinegar at the bottom. Just as he lifted the spoon to his mouth, he frowned.

"Old vinegar? The taste is odd. Steamed lion’s head is supposed to be light, adding soy sauce and old vinegar to this modified version is a misstep."

After speaking, Huang Bo braved the discomfort and placed the piece of meat in his mouth, quickly passing the rice box to Zhu Yan.

"Hmm?"

Just as Huang Bo had it in his mouth, his expression changed, and he grabbed the rice box back.

"What’s up?"

"Wait a moment."

Huang Bo chewed carefully.

In terms of texture, this modified lion’s head was better, as it melted in the mouth without being greasy. This kind of flavor was indescribable.

Flavor-wise.

Huang Bo took another scoop, eating too fast earlier, missing the taste entirely.

This time, he took a big bite, and just then did he realize the true taste of this so-called modified lion’s head.

It’s extremely savory!

If one were to ask about the flavor, whatever the authentic lion’s head has, this has too.

But the difference is, this modified lion’s head seems to amplify all the flavors of the authentic lion’s head several times over, making each taste stand out even more.

With a hint of soy sauce and spice aroma, blending seamlessly with the freshness of the pork, it made Huang Bo forget what a lion’s head should be.

Because at that moment, he only had one thought: Lion’s head should be like this!

His girlfriend Zhu Yan watched Huang Bo in a daze as he took scoop after scoop, then looked down at the white lion’s head in her hand.

"What, Huang Bo, let me taste..." Before Zhu Yan could finish, she watched as Huang Bo took the remaining large portion of the lion’s head into his mouth with the small bowl!

This was absurd.

Zhu Yan stared at her boyfriend, wondering why on the way here, he said he wanted to teach this small vendor a lesson, and now he’s wolfing it down; is this appropriate?

Not that appropriateness mattered to Zhu Yan; what she truly cared about was, "You actually finished it all? You didn’t leave any for me?"

Huang Bo broke into a cold sweat, "Babe listen to me."

"Do you not love me anymore?" Zhu Yan’s words were so convincing it was hard to tell if she was serious or joking.

Even Gao Hao and Zhang Huixiang beside them couldn’t help but shiver, reminiscing about their first love.

"Babe listen, it’s not that I didn’t want to save some for you, but this lion’s head seems..." Huang Bo’s brain worked rapidly, instantly coming up with an excuse that sounded reasonable, "It seems you have to take big bites to really taste it. I was just trying to figure out what’s going on."

"And you polished it off in one go?" Zhu Yan seized on that point.

"Okay, okay, I’ll order another one for you, alright? Don’t be mad."

"Now that sounds better..."

Zhu Yan is easy to placate, and upon hearing this, even the viewers in the live stream chat eased up.

Terrifying, extremely terrifying, no man could withstand three minutes of such aggressive questioning without breaking; it’s too torturous!

Little did they know, Huang Bo turned around and said to Chen Mo, "Boss, two more lion’s heads, please."

Oh... Chen Mo stood on tiptoes to glance at the large tub, "Sorry, there’s only one left."

Huang Bo slightly frowned, sensing a hint of danger.

"One it is, hurry and get it for me."

Chen Mo deftly added aged vinegar to the small bowl and scooped in the lion’s head, "Enjoy."

Huang Bo hummed, looking at the lion’s head, licking his lips. The overwhelming aroma of meat no longer seemed weird, and the hint of vinegar now seemed to balance out the greasiness of the meatball.

Huang Bo took a deep breath, making a very bold decision.

"Yanyan, I didn’t quite catch the specific taste just now, can I take another bite?"

Gao Hao felt a cold chill from behind.

He and Zhang Huixiang watched this brother in shock, their eyes conveying the same message.

Brother, is it worth it for a bite of food?