Gourmet: Midnight Vending

Chapter 549 - 430: Pursuer Alliance, Established!

The one who said this was an old man in the crowd.

"Young man, why are you cheating at such a young age? Everyone else is running, how come you’re the special one, wearing roller shoes? Showing off, huh?"

No way... Xu Zhenghao was a bit dumbfounded.

What the hell is this, I just thought running was a bit tiring so I put on rollerblades to come buy some food, how is that wrong?

"This is cheating! Everyone else is huffing and puffing and might not even get to buy any, and look at you, using that thing and saving all that effort. Hurry up and take them off!"

The old man was wearing a classic ribbed white undershirt. His hair was grey, but his face was glowing red with health.

If you ignored the wrinkles and just looked at his energy, he actually looked more like a young man than Xu Zhenghao.

Hearing the commotion behind, Ah-Can, who had been grabbing onto the food cart to get dragged along, quietly locked his bike by the flowerbed by the roadside and joined the running army.

Let’s not even argue whether this counts as cheating. Being scolded in public by an old man is pretty embarrassing for a young guy either way.

You could tell just from Old Xu’s expression right now—he couldn’t just keep going forward, but he wasn’t willing to stop either.

For a moment, Xu Zhenghao had no idea how to argue back. Spotting a shoe store by the roadside, he gunned it over there to buy a pair of shoes.

This little farce didn’t dampen anyone’s enthusiasm for buying snacks. Instead, the whole scene got fully recorded on Li Xinyu’s phone, and the viewers in the livestream were all a bit stunned.

"You seriously can only buy this snack by running?"

"This really isn’t some new kind of fitness program? Is this boss trying to use this method to tell us fatties that it’s time to exercise?"

"I have reason to believe this is no longer just a snack stall. This is absolutely some kind of performance art!"

"Charge! I was still hesitating just now, but there’s nothing to hesitate about anymore. What, run two laps? Big deal!"

Quite a few fans who had been on the fence suddenly made up their minds and stood up from their homes and offices.

They didn’t know what the snack actually tasted like yet, but this way of buying it was definitely fresh enough!

Ask yourself: who wouldn’t want to join a few-hundred-meter-long running army for a good, sweaty cardio session!

Unfortunately, even though Chen Mo had prepared a lot of sausage segments, they still couldn’t hold up under this kind of sales volume. Even with purchase limits in place and people at the front of the line rotating through, the sausage chunks were disappearing at a pace you could see with the naked eye.

Finally, it was Xu Zhenghao’s turn.

"Boss, give me a portion of Nine-Turned Fish Roe Sausage first."

Xu Zhenghao felt like his luck had truly run out. If it hadn’t been for that old man just now, he’d already be eating.

"Sorry, we’re out of sausage."

"What?" Xu Zhenghao jumped up to take a look. Just like Chen Mo said, the basin in the cart that had held the sausage was completely empty. "Then give me a pancake, extra pearls."

"Okay."

With the sausage sold out, Chen Mo switched to pancakes. He ladled some batter into the electric griddle and started whipping them up at high speed.

The milk tea pancakes were coming out crazy fast. "Uncle, you still got any batter?"

He hadn’t stopped making pancakes while cooking the sausage earlier, but that big bucket of batter the pancake uncle had supplied was now completely gone.

"All gone, all gone! I’m about to run out on my side too." The pancake uncle was swamped. Today, his pancake sales were actually even better than Chen Mo’s.

Of course, the uncle knew it was because a lot of people couldn’t get milk tea pancakes for the moment, so they settled for a regular authentic pancake first.

Since there was no batter left, Chen Mo simply went full throttle. He didn’t bother how many each customer ordered; he just cranked them out like crazy. Once a batch was done, he lined them up directly on the display counter. Customers just needed to come up, pay, and grab one themselves. The efficiency shot up quite a bit.

The batter was completely wiped out.

Li Xinyu raised her phone high. "Don’t panic, fam! Even though the Nine-Turned Fish Roe Sausage and milk tea pancakes are all sold out, Boss Xiao Chen still has super delicious cart noodles! So good they’ll blow your mind!"

The name "cart noodles" sparked another round of questions from the fans. Li Xinyu wasn’t too clear herself, so she had to ask Chen Kexin to explain it to everyone.

Earlier, while selling Nine-Turned Fish Roe Sausage, Chen Mo had already sold a batch of noodle exchange cards (business cards).

Now, he pulled out the prepared dough from the display cabinet and placed it on the wooden board, then rested it over his left arm.

One end of the board was braced under his chin, his other hand gripping the noodle-slicing knife. As soon as the clear water in the black pot came to a boil, the knife slid from the spot under his chin down to the far end!

Chen Mo was fairly tall, so his wingspan was also long—one arm was close to eighty centimeters.

With one stroke, he sliced off a noodle nearly eighty centimeters long!

As his right arm sped up, the previous noodle hadn’t even dropped into the pot before the next one followed. The long noodles danced through the air, twisting and turning before plunging into the boiling water. Holding up her phone, Li Xinyu actually zoned out for a moment watching it.

And not just her—the several thousand viewers in the livestream, plus the hundred-some people running after the food cart—anyone who saw Chen Mo flicking out those noodles was stunned.

On top of the food cart, in a suit and leather shoes, one hand supporting the dough, the other slicing.

The whole posture was elegant beyond belief!

"Cooking can be this elegant? And you’re telling me this isn’t performance art?"