Food: Random stalls, customers chase me all over the country

Chapter 3-Just a code, eat rice rolls and then go

"Boss, give me a serving of rice noodle rolls."

Zhang Wei actually didn’t feel that hungry.

This feeling lasted until he smelled the aroma of rice noodle rolls.

He really wanted to say to his boss, "Do you know how I got through these past ten minutes? Huh?!"

The fragrance rushed into my nose as if it was free!
My stomach was rumbling loudly.

I'm a 22-year-old guy, at the age when I can eat. Do you know how hard it is for me to wait?!

Wang Fan didn't let Zhang Wei wait for long. In the blink of an eye, a plate of rice noodle rolls appeared in front of him.

The saddest person at this time was the pancake stall owner who lived not far from Wang Fan.

The young man who was picking up the rice noodle rolls was a regular customer of his place. How could he be so weak and have his food stolen by someone?

Is it that my thin crispy strips are not crispy anymore or my spicy strips are not fragrant anymore?
But that rice noodle roll looks pretty good?
The owner of the pancake stall said that he was just curious and definitely didn't want to eat it, and that pancakes were the most delicious!
Just looking at the old customer's happy face while eating, the pancake stall owner couldn't help but drool.

Zhang Wei no longer had any questions to ask Wang Fan at this moment. The only thing he could say was that it smelled and tasted so good!

The milky white outer skin is not sticky at all, and the delicious filling can be found when you bite it gently.

Zhang Wei doesn't usually eat pork because he was hurt by it when he was a child. But when he ate the pork in the filling, he didn't feel that familiar feeling of nausea at all.

The shredded meat was cut very finely, not only was it tender and delicious, but there was not even a hint of meaty smell.

If I have to describe it in one word, it must be - lingering fragrance!
The tip of your tongue trembles at the fragrance, and every cell in your body is madly devouring the delicious taste.

Zhang Wei's pupils contracted suddenly, and veins on his hands bulged!

The secret method of eating dry food - violent inhalation!
Zhang Wei's chopsticks left a lot of afterimages as he quickly stuffed pieces of rice noodle rolls into his mouth. Soon his cheeks puffed up like a big hamster.

He quickly finished a bowl of rice noodle rolls.

Licking his lips and using the tip of his tongue to wipe away the last drop of sauce from the corner of his mouth, Zhang Wei looked at the not-so-long queue and decisively joined the queue again.

For just ten bucks, who can't afford a second helping? You can have this for lunch too!
……

Wang Gaofeng returned to the company feeling refreshed, carrying two bags in his hands.

As soon as I walked in, I saw a middle-aged man in his 40s with a head full of long hair staring at me.

This person was his direct superior, the company's technical director Liu Bicheng.

Liu Bicheng adjusted his glasses and said angrily, "Old Wang, why are you so late today? This is a critical period. The sooner the program goes online, the sooner we can get our bonus and take our annual leave, right?"

Wang Gaofeng looked at Director Liu's beautiful hair with envy. He always believed that even when Director Liu was cremated, his hair would remain until the end before burning.

Wang Gaofeng explained with a smile, "Brother Liu, I didn't leave yesterday. I was attracted by this rice noodle roll this morning. I bought you one too. Would you like to try it?"

Liu Bicheng became curious.

He knew that Lao Wang had a bad stomach. In fact, few people who worked overtime like them did not have stomach problems.

I usually never order takeout, so why did you rush out to buy some rice noodle rolls today?
He actually didn't want to be so harsh on his subordinates, but Lao Wang was already at the age limit, and the boss had proposed to fire Lao Wang more than once.

You can protect yourself once or twice, but you can't protect yourself three or four times.

He knew that if Lao Wang was fired at the age of 35, it would definitely mean unemployment.

Almost no company is willing to hire a 35-year-old programmer.

When the mortgage, car loan, and life pressures come together, Lao Wang may collapse in an instant.

He knew that Lao Wang knew it too, that he hadn't seen Lao Wang laugh so happily for a long time.

"You... oh, okay, let's go to the conference room and eat while discussing the plan." Liu Bicheng looked at the rice rolls in front of him. He didn't expect that a breakfast snack could be so good-looking and smell so fragrant.

Take a sip of the sauce and you will find it is salty to the perfect degree, neither irritating nor bland, and the taste is very delicious.

Pick up a piece of rice noodle roll, the rice skin is intact and looks like it has just been cooked.

After taking a bite, the rich aroma of rice and meat rushed straight to the top of his head, making Liu Bicheng shiver.

Liu Bicheng hasn't had any appetite for several days. As the technical director, he is the most upset that the program cannot be launched.

The moment he ate the rice rolls, his appetite suddenly seemed to open, and waves of hunger kept coming.

His chopsticks kept waving, and the bowl of rice noodle rolls disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Huluhulu..."

Liu Bicheng, who had even finished his soup, burped in relief. He put down his lunch box and saw Lao Wang staring at him without blinking, holding a piece of rice noodle roll.

Liu Bicheng was immediately shocked.

Shit, the elegant image I’ve maintained for ten years is shattered just like that?

Just as he was about to speak, Lao Wang suddenly jumped up, and then ran out without looking back while shouting.

"Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! I figured it out. I figured out how to make that shitty mountain of code work, hahahahaha..."

"what?!"

When Liu Bicheng heard the words, he was stunned at first, and then looked at Lao Wang running away in some disbelief.

The mountain of code that had troubled them for so long, was figured out by Lao Wang in the time it took him to have breakfast?!
Does this delicacy have such an effect?

Looking at the lunch box containing rice rolls again, Liu Bicheng suddenly laughed.

This delicacy probably doesn't have this kind of magic, but after eating it, you can indeed feel a sense of satisfaction.

The tense nerves relaxed in an instant. Perhaps it was this situation that made Lao Wang come up with a solution?
Just as he was about to go out to see Lao Wang, Liu Bicheng suddenly saw Lao Wang's bowl of rice noodle rolls, which he had not eaten much of.

Well, it’s a shame to waste it. It’s not too late to go after eating.

How can a mere solution to a mountain of shitty code compare to something this delicious?
……

Gone, really gone, all 200 rice rolls were sold out.

Wang Fan explained helplessly to the people in line in front of him: "Miss, it's really gone, not a single drop left."

There really wasn't a single drop left. Even the last bit of soup was bought by the customer in front, who refused to get it for free and just threw 10 yuan and ran away.

Zhou Ruoqing said with a pitiful look on her face, "Think of another way, Boss! I've been waiting in line for half an hour. You can't bear to let me go hungry for the whole morning, right?"

Zhou Ruoqing is petite, with fair skin and big, bright eyes. Her pitiful expression is truly pitiful.

Wang Fan shrugged helplessly and sighed: "It's really gone, little sister. How about you come earlier tomorrow? I'll still set up the stall here tomorrow."

"No! We've been waiting in line for ages and we can't just leave!"

"That's right! Do you know how long I was tortured by that aroma? Over a thousand seconds! And now you tell me you're sold out and I can't have it anymore?! Boss, is your heart made of steel?!"

"Boss, go back and do it right now. We'll wait here. Come back when you're done! I'm asking for leave now! Hello, Mr. Wu? I'm taking a leave this morning. I was hit by a car and won't be back until this afternoon..."

The man who had called to ask for leave saw Wang Fan get on his bike and run away. Without even hanging up the phone, he shouted, "Boss, don't run away! Give me back my rice noodle rolls!"

Wang Fan's feet were so fast that a food truck shot out like an arrow from a bow. He shouted as he rode, "Brothers and sisters, please go away. I'll be back around 5 o'clock tomorrow morning. See you then. I might come this afternoon too. See you then if we're lucky!"

(End of this chapter)