Upon hearing there was food to be had, the people surrounding Huang Bo began to get restless.
"Chef Huang, don't worry, I'll go snag half a portion for free!"
"That's right, the more people we have, the more Boss Chen next door loses. With Chef Huang's skills, there's nothing more to say, my second portion will definitely be the authentic fried rice!"
"Let's go, everyone! Let's see what this little boss has to offer, daring to sell fried rice in Yangzhou's territory at such a high price!"
Many crowded in at once, but there were only six half-portions of fried rice.
Xue Ping saw it and didn't forget to promote other dishes, "Besides fried rice, we've got Lion's Head meatballs, freshly made with pork belly, in savory sauce, absolutely delicious!"
Damn!
The customers queuing for fried rice cast disdainful glances, thinking you, guy, bet with Chen Mo yesterday and surrendered today, not good.
In the front of the queue was none other than Zhu Yan.
