Chapter 388 - 387: The Shocked Sisters, There Are Actually Steamed Buns This Delicious?

Chapter 388: Chapter 387: The Shocked Sisters, There Are Actually Steamed Buns This Delicious?

Yang Zishan turned off her phone.

A thrill of vindication surged through her.

At that moment, the uncles and aunties had already stubbornly pushed their way into the shop and quickly snagged a table.

The office workers cursed inwardly.

’These old geezers, can’t they just give it a rest for one damn day!’

"Boss Jiang, one order of the Husband and Wife Lung Slices combo, and a bottle of draft beer!"

"We’ll also have the Husband and Wife Lung Slices, two bottles of juice, and fifteen buns—all chive and egg!"

"Husband and Wife Lung Slices!"...

"So this is the chili oil? It smells so, so good."

"Hey, old man, step back. Don’t get it dirty, other people have to eat too!" a heavily made-up woman said with a look of disgust.

"What did I do? I just took a look, didn’t I?" Xia Changzhi immediately glared back. "You, young lady, watch your mouth. Boss Jiang and I are good friends. Believe it or not, I can have him refuse to sell you anything."

"Hmph, what’s so great about that..." the woman muttered and fell silent.

She was afraid the old man was telling the truth.

Jiang Liu quickly dished out portion after portion of Husband and Wife Lung Slices, along with a large bowl of fragrant rice for each.

"Haha, I got it, I got it! I’m the first one!"

"How does it taste?"

"Young man, let me try a slice."

"No!"

"This is so delicious! I’m from Sichuan and Chongqing, and I never thought I’d be able to eat such authentic Husband and Wife Lung Slices here. No, wait! It’s even better than what I get back home! It’s fragrant, tender, and super spicy. So satisfying!"

The customers who got to try the Husband and Wife Lung Slices and the five-spice chili oil were stunned.

"This is so damn fragrant! I can’t believe Brother Jiang’s Husband and Wife Lung Slices are this good. It’s a shame it’s a temporary special."

"Holy crap! This chili oil is unbelievably fragrant!"

"Let me try...! How did he make this? It really is more fragrant than any chili oil I’ve ever had, and there’s no artificial flavoring taste. This is incredible."

"I’m getting in line for the chili oil too."

"Fuck, go easy on the chili oil, there are a lot of people behind you!"

"You’re taking that much? Isn’t it spicy?"

Uncle Liu vigorously ladled a huge spoonful of chili oil onto his rice, making the customers waiting in line behind him die with anxiety.

"So fragrant! This chili oil mixed with rice is to die for!"

Uncle Liu stood right there, SLURP SLURP, shoveling the bright red rice grains into his mouth. He followed it with a sip of the bitter yet mellow draft beer, feeling utterly content.

Chu Songrong finally made it into the shop after waiting in line. He asked nervously, "Boss Jiang, is there any Husband and Wife Lung Slices left?"

"There are two portions left," Jiang Liu said, glancing at the insulated container.

He was temporarily using the pressure cooker from before as an insulated container for the dish.

"Phew." He breathed a sigh of relief. "I’ll take one. By the way, Boss Jiang, do you have this chili oil every day?"

Jiang Liu replied, "Yes, it’s a new dipping sauce for the shop. We provide it for free to everyone, every day."

"The chili oil smells amazing. Are you selling it? I’d like to get some to use for stir-frying at home."

"Not for now." Jiang Liu shook his head, declining.

"Alright..." Chu Songrong was a little disappointed. He loved chili oil.

’Besides, this is chili oil made by Boss Jiang. It would definitely be delicious in a bun!’

Jiang Liu glanced around and said in a low voice, "Dr. Chu, if you like it, I’ll grab a juice bottle for you in a bit. You can ladle a few spoonfuls in, just don’t take too much. There are still customers behind you."

"Okay! I understand!" Chu Songrong nodded emphatically, his expression serious. "Thank you, Boss Jiang. If you ever have a friend who gets sick, you can come find me. I’ll pull some strings for you."

"Sounds good. You should hurry and find a seat," Jiang Liu said with a smile, waving his hand dismissively.

Chu Songrong found a seat, his expression a little unnatural.

He felt like he was being sneaky.

’After all, Boss Jiang is pulling strings for me. With so many customers watching, I’d get cursed to death if I were discovered.’

After finishing his meal, Xia Changzhi took his small disposable dish and ladled another mouthful of chili oil. His lips were bright red.

You could tell at a glance that he hadn’t held back.

"Xiao Jiang, can I take a bit of chili oil back for my wife?"

"Of course, no problem."

Jiang Liu waved his hand magnanimously.

The ingredients for the chili oil only cost a few to a dozen yuan, and the raw materials were very cheap in the Gourmet Album.

The cost to produce eight liters of chili oil was about three hundred yuan.

Each customer could only take one small disposable dish, which couldn’t hold more than a few grams of chili oil. If they wanted to take it away, Jiang Liu didn’t mind at all.

’You have to spoil your own customers, right?’

Of course, if a customer wanted to use their own bucket to take some, that was a no-go. Jiang Liu would definitely stop them.

Yang Zishan finally reached the front of the line.

She walked in excitedly with a few of her girlfriends.

Her three girlfriends stared at Jiang Liu without blinking, wishing they could glue their eyes to his face.

"Ahem." Yang Zishan coughed pointedly, reminding her besties not to be embarrassing. "Brother Jiang, is there any Husband and Wife Lung Slices left?"

"Sorry, we just sold out," Jiang Liu replied with a gentle smile.

He recognized this girl. She was his girlfriend’s friend.

"Oh well, we were still too late. In that case, we’ll have a plate of beef, a plate of tuna, a plate of ham, and... hmm... forty-five buns, any filling is fine, and four cups of juice."

"Okay, please find a seat."

"Brother Jiang," Yang Zishan bit her lip, putting on a pitiful and endearing look. "Can we add each other on WeChat? I can like your posts."

She wanted to steal him from Jun Qingmeng, but she was also scared.

"Mm, sure." Jiang Liu took out his phone without refusing.

"I’ll scan you, Brother Jiang!"

Yang Zishan quickly added Jiang Liu on WeChat, her heart pounding.

She found a table and sat down.

Her three girlfriends reluctantly tore their gazes away.

"Did you guys see that? Boss Jiang’s muscles are huge! And so firm!"

"I think I saw the outline of his abs, too. I’m dying, what do I do? Shanshan, share Boss Jiang’s WeChat with me, will you?" a girl with rather attractive features said, looking completely infatuated.

"No!"

Yang Zishan protectively locked her phone.

’In your dreams.’

’This is the WeChat I asked for.’

"Hmph, stingy."

"Are we not your best friends anymore?"

"Fine, Shanshan, don’t even think about asking me to go shopping with you ever again!"

The three girlfriends were instantly displeased. To have such a handsome guy’s contact and not share it—how dare she!

Soon, the food they ordered arrived.

After asking, Yang Zishan ladled two dishes of the five-spice chili oil.

The three girlfriends took a bite of their buns.

Their eyes widened.

’How can these buns be so delicious!’

’They’re more than five times better than any bun we’ve ever eaten before!!’

"Oh my god, I can’t believe this ham is so fragrant!"

"Right? It feels like it melts in your mouth, and there’s a fruity aroma too. It’s way better than the ham that costs tens of thousands of yuan my dad gets. It’s not dry at all."

The girls were shaken to the core.

They stole a glance at the busy Jiang Liu.

’He’s so mysterious.’

’Food of this caliber, at such an affordable price... it’s a good thing this place isn’t more famous yet, otherwise, we’d never get a chance to eat here.’

Hearing about it was one thing, but actually tasting it was something else entirely.

"You guys, try this beef! Oh my god! It’s unbeatable. I’m so in love with Boss Jiang!"

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