Gourmet: Midnight Vending

Chapter 437 - 379: Dispute Over the Dishes—Winner Takes All!

The appearance of the Steamed Sea Bass indeed gave everyone a delightful taste, and Hou Yao’s culinary skills are undoubtedly commendable. Especially in Cantonese cuisine, he is probably one of the best in Jingzhou.

Meanwhile, Chen Mo’s newly prepared Dezhou Roasted Chicken is ready to be served.

Hou Yao took responsibility to skim the oil off the surface and then opened the iron grate, directly placing the whole chicken onto a plate, ready to be served.

The surface of the roasted chicken was shiny, with a rich red color, looking incredibly tempting.

Just as they finished the sea bass, a new dish appeared on the table, finally satisfying everyone’s thirst for it, especially Wang Heng...

Seeing the roasted chicken on the table, according to the previous rules, Fangfang should be the first to taste it.

However, before Fangfang could act, Wang Heng quickly snatched the plate in front of him.

"Hey Wang Heng, have you changed your mind? Believe it or not, we’ll kick you out and not let you join the feast?" Liu Jingqi pointed at Wang Heng and snapped.

Liao Feng also nodded, "Indeed, as we all agreed earlier, taking turns is the fairest way. Besides, it’s not like it’s not your turn. You were tenth before, now you are ninth, just wait a little, and you’ll be first!"

"Yeah Wang Heng, how can you be so unreliable? You change your mind so quickly."

"Didn’t expect you to be like this, Wang Heng!"

The sarcastic comments from his colleagues made Wang Heng blush slightly. He stubbornly guarded the plate of roasted chicken, his neck stiff, "So what? I know it’s fair, but I have an objection! With Manager Liao at the center, it’s fine, but why counterclockwise? Why can’t it be clockwise?"

Counterclockwise, Wang Heng is the tenth.

Clockwise, Wang Heng is the second.

He didn’t mention it before because the public resentment was quite serious then. Now he brings it up because this roasted chicken looks so damn tempting!

Just by being there, you can almost feel how delicious the meat must be, with the aroma coming straight at you, making you swallow unconsciously.

If he’s ninth to eat, what kind of fun is that?

Liao Feng initially wanted to criticize him but felt that Wang Heng’s point wasn’t entirely unjustified. As the department leader, he couldn’t be too biased toward any group.

But everyone was looking at him, waiting for him to make a final decision.

After thinking it over, Liao Feng spoke up.

"I think Wang Heng makes a valid point too."

Upon hearing this, Wang Heng immediately showed a very smug expression.

"But..."

Wang Heng immediately perked his ears up to listen carefully, knowing that when a ’but’ appears, it often brings trouble.

"I think we still need to consider everyone’s opinions. How about this?"

Liao Feng, who could rise to the level of a manager in the investment department, knew how to please everyone and make them agree. In just a brief moment, he proposed a solution.

"Some support clockwise, some support counterclockwise, so why not follow our department’s usual practice?"

In the investment department, they often encounter disagreements over project details, most of which aren’t significant; it’s just that colleagues love to debate.

Liao Feng then suggested a method: whenever there is a disagreement that doesn’t affect the big picture and neither side can convince the other, they use this decisive method—let a game settle it!

"I agree!"

"No problem, sounds good to me."

"It’s an old tradition, let’s do it, there are nine of us, why should we be afraid of him alone?"

"Let’s speak with our strength!"

Almost everyone agreed, and everyone turned their gaze to the one person who hadn’t spoken yet.

Wang Heng took a deep breath and stood up from his seat, "Who’s afraid of whom!"

"Great!" Liao Feng immediately made the decision, "Let’s follow the rules: the first round uses the ’hand up, hand down’ method, most stays! From the second round, we use rock-paper-scissors, and the loser is out, until the last person decides the rotating direction for the remaining dishes!"

Everyone stood up from their chairs, warming up and rolling up their sleeves, looking fierce as if they were about to devour others.

In fact, there were nine people at this table willing to let Wang Heng be the last to eat, only Wang Heng himself disagreed.

With all ten people standing up simultaneously, the commotion drew the attention of other guests at nearby tables.

"What’s happening, what’s happening? They put that chicken in the middle and nobody’s eating it, what’s going on? If they don’t want it, I’ll eat it?"

"Seems like they’re about to fight, look at that guy with glasses, clenching his fists!"

"Wow, are they really going to fight over a dish? Quick, get your phone to record!"

Jiang Fei awkwardly raised both hands to calm the guests at their table, "It’s not a big problem, these are my colleagues. Their department is like this, whenever there’s a disagreement, they resolve it with a little game."

After all, since the dishes were all finished, everyone was bored and thus craned their necks to watch.

Even the table of kids by the door stopped their chatter, and Jiang Wenqing and a few others left their seats to stand by Wang Heng, utterly perplexed at what was about to happen.

And in the next moment!

Ten fierce-looking people simultaneously put their right hands behind their backs, then shouted in unison, "Hand up~ hand down!"

Ten hands simultaneously appeared in a circle.

"Gosh! This game, we’re not playing anymore, these adults are too childish, aren’t they? Unbelievable!" Jiang Wenqing rolled his eyes and went back.

Gao Le was a bit shocked too, "Why do these adults at the table seem a bit silly?"