Gourmet: Midnight Vending-Chapter 376 - 349: Danger! Ingredients Sold Out!

The lyrics say it well, "The sky will turn dark, and people will part." Baozi, too, will eventually be gone.

Guo Aiping felt that she still wanted to eat more after finishing the baozi, but Boss Xiao Chen had a limit on purchases, allowing only one per person, which was quite troublesome.

"Why does this always happen? It was the same last time in Ning County too!"

"It’s because Boss Xiao Chen’s skills are indeed great. Should I line up again?"

Old Zhao also wanted to eat more, and as he said so, he turned to see Chen Mo apologizing to a customer, saying that he had sold out of baozi.

On the other side, Yu Hongtao exhaled contentedly and took a cigarette from his pocket to place in his mouth.

Snap!

Yuan Xiaolin dutifully lit it for him.

"These Three-Piece Buns are really something. Personally, I think they’re much tastier than those from Shuyue Pavilion."

"Indeed, they’re quite nice. It feels like there are three ways to eat just one bun. It would be great if we could have a few more."

Yuan Xiaolin also found it unforgettable.

No one knew how the young boss made these buns, but the wheat aroma of the baozi skin was rich, and every small bite felt like lying in a wheat field.

The filling was even more magical, with an incredibly rich broth wrapping the inside. With a sip, one’s mouth was full of the aroma of meat and the fresh taste of bamboo shoots.

After sipping the broth, taking another bite, the wheat-flavored dough wraps around the three types of diced fillings inside.

The diced chicken was fresh and unique to poultry, akin to a broth base. The diced pork entwined the fat aroma and lean meat scent, making it exceptionally tasty.

The diced bamboo shoots brought a sweetness and slight bitterness of the mountain forest, neutralizing the gaminess and balancing the heaviness.

The various flavors blended and reflected each other, making the eating experience exhilarating!

"By the way," Yu Hongtao remembered something, "since Boss Xiao Chen accepted the bet next door, what if the shop next door sells more given his baozi just ran out not long after setting up?"

Yuan Xiaolin curiously turned to take a look, "Oh, Shuyue Pavilion’s business is also quite decent."

These days, the crowded North Gate came mainly due to people drawn by the online live stream.

When they arrived, it didn’t matter who was setting up stalls. They just lined up eagerly.

So looking at it this way, Yang Wenhua’s business was genuinely good—the baozi had just started steaming, and the line in front of the stall was already long.

"Boss Xiao Chen is in danger," Yu Hongtao sighed deeply. "I’ll line up again. Even if there are no baozi, we can still have some more shrimp."

Those Phoenix Tail Shrimps looked plain but tasted remarkably different.

Yu Hongtao felt that Phoenix Tail Shrimps had already surpassed fried rice and lion’s head in taste!

Old Zhao had just finished eating a baozi and witnessed that scene.

He thought to himself how impressive Jingzhou men were; the cigarette was just in the mouth, and the wife automatically lit it for him?

This sort of thing was something absolutely phenomenal, not just in Jingzhou but nationwide, perhaps?

Old Zhao secretly glanced at Guo Aiping and quietly put a cigarette in his mouth.

"Slap!"

Guo Aiping slapped Old Zhao on the mouth, breaking the cigarette and knocking it to the ground, "Didn’t you say when leaving that you wouldn’t smoke outside? Where’s your decency?"

Yu Hongtao, just getting in line, witnessed this.

Clicking his tongue.

For some reason, he suddenly thought of his former self. Back then, wasn’t he the same?

Thank you Boss Xiao Chen for the black juice!

Old Zhao, having been slapped, awkwardly stood up, "I’ll go back in line and buy some shrimp and lion’s head. Oh, by the way, Boss He has also set up a stall. You can go for a foot massage first, and I’ll bring the food over later."

Guo Aiping snorted, greeted Nana, and then went over.

Old Zhao sighed in the line.

Yu Hongtao turned and looked at the older brother behind him, "Brother, a man should keep some face when out and about."

Old Zhao’s face turned red, not expecting the older brother to have seen that slap. He forced a smile, keeping bitterness to himself, "Ah, that’s just her personality. Besides, we’re an old married couple, what’s there to save face for."

Yu Hongtao saw the bitterness in the older brother’s heart.

Some things are understood without words—a secret middle-aged men can’t share. Recalling his situation from a few days ago, Yu Hongtao patted Old Zhao’s arm.

"Brother, Boss Xiao Chen has this black-colored juice that tastes pretty good. You might want to try a cup later."

"Black juice?" Old Zhao suddenly recalled something, "Ha, Boss Xiao Chen just said he’d make me a cup after closing when he’s not busy."

Yu Hongtao nodded, "Just trust me."

Old Zhao felt he really clicked with this brother, like they’d known each other forever. The key was when Yu Hongtao spoke, Old Zhao saw a kind of "I understand" expression in his eyes.

This made him uncomfortable, so he said, "By the way, bro, my friend runs the foot massage stall next door. Want to go for a massage together later?"

"Ah, this..."

"No worries, with so many people, it’s legitimate, your wife won’t say anything. My wife is already over there."

In the crowd, Yu Hongtao scrutinized and found that the wife who slapped indeed was there for a massage, "Alright, let’s queue first and see later."

Chen Mo was quite relaxed today.

The Xue Brothers took over the lion’s head, while Huang Bo handled the fried rice. The baozi were sold out, so all he had to do was prep some ingredients and make a few Phoenix Tail Shrimps.

The customer in front asked for 50 Phoenix Tail Shrimps.

"Bro, each person can only buy 20 shrimps at our stall. Otherwise, others may not get any."

The young man was slightly displeased, "What’s this about? Earlier, you allowed 20 shrimps because there were baozi, now the baozi are gone, and I can’t have shrimp? Where’s the logic in that!"

Uh.

It sounded quite reasonable.

Chen Mo nodded in agreement with the young man’s logic, as regardless of sales, he just had to keep making them.

So, from then on, each customer could buy 50 Phoenix Tail Shrimps.

As time passed, the Xue Brothers’ lion’s head sold out.

Further delays saw Huang Bo’s fried rice sold out too.

Although these ingredients were in stock, cooking lion’s head required at least an hour, and using the big pot took even longer. Making another batch would certainly exceed business hours, so Chen Mo did not plan to sell more lion’s heads.

Huang Bo also rested.

This chef, used to leisurely frying rice at Jingya Pavilion, truly experienced what "turning the wok to sparks" felt like tonight.

He hadn’t stopped for a second since setting up.

Every serving of fried rice required tossing, which was incredibly demanding physically, and Huang Bo was now exhausted.

Yet, the line in front of the stall remained undiminished.

The baozi were gone too!

Seeing two more hours left of business, Chen Mo thought it would be a waste not to earn more Experience Value?

"Xue Ping!"

"Yeah, boss."

"Go buy river shrimp, everywhere you can find, get as much as possible, and bring it back ASAP!"

"Get as much as possible?" Xue Ping exclaimed.

"Yes, split into three, hurry up."

Huang Bo was also tasked and joined the ingredient-buying team. The three didn’t delay, swiftly leaving North Gate, heading to their familiar markets.

Meanwhile, Yang Wenhua’s baozi were finally ready!