Bringing my kids to set up stalls, I made thousands of people cry with envy

Chapter 279 What are you doing in the middle of the night?

Three young men rode shared bicycles like three hungry hyenas, weaving through the neon lights.

Cross the commercial street and pass by the residential area.

Whenever they come across any place selling food on the street, they will take a closer look, for fear of missing it.

Especially in places where there are queues, you definitely can't miss it.

However, after searching all the way, there was no trace of Su Chen.

While riding, Guo Jia scratched his head in annoyance and let out a long sigh.

"Please, God, please tell me where the boss will set up his stall this week!"

"If we still can't find it today, why don't we go find a temple and pray tomorrow?"

"Uh, are we a little too superstitious?"

"Stop talking nonsense, are you going or not?"

"go with!"

The three of them chatted with each other while riding their bikes.

Before I knew it, I arrived at a relatively remote street.

This street is not very big and most of the shops have closed early. With only a few street lamps emitting dim light, it looks extremely deserted.

Just as they were about to leave to search the next area.

Guo Jia suddenly braked and pointed to a dark corner in front of him.

"Look, is there a stall over there?"

The other two looked in the direction he pointed and could vaguely see the outline of a white food truck.

The three of them instantly perked up and hurried over on their bikes.

The closer they got, the faster their hearts beat.

However, when they finally arrived at the stall, they found that it was an old lady selling roasted sweet potatoes.

Depend on……

Is it necessary to use such a nice food truck to sell sweet potatoes? It is very confusing.

"Three handsome guys, would you like some roasted sweet potatoes? They're so fragrant and sweet!"

The aunt waved her hand and asked enthusiastically.

"Can I summon a dragon by eating this sweet potato? If I can't summon a dragon, can I summon the boss?"

A friend in a group was looking for someone crazy and couldn't help but say this.

"Tsk! Don't embarrass yourself. This is an old lady selling sweet potatoes, not a little girl selling matches!"

Guo Jia rolled his eyes.

Their expectations were dashed, and the three of them no longer had the heart to continue sweeping the streets.

After looking at the time, they decided to go home.

Declare today's street sweep a failure.

Guo Jia returned home and lay down on the sofa in a depressed state.

The buns were still quietly placed on the table.

He took a look at it, didn't have much appetite, and ignored it.

Out of boredom, he took out his phone, swiped the screen, and clicked on the diner group.

Messages in the group kept scrolling, and it was obvious that there were more than just three of them sweeping the streets looking for the boss today.

Guo Jia casually flipped through the chat history.

"I ran from the east to the west of the city until my legs were almost broken, but I didn't even see a hair of the boss."

"Same here, I spent two hours on TikTok and didn't notice any shit."

"Does anyone have any new ideas? Let's brainstorm."

at this time.

Guo Jia suddenly shrugged his nose and felt a faint fragrance quietly entering his nose.

Hmm...where does this fragrance come from?

He jumped up from the sofa, twitched his nose twice, and began to look for the source of the smell.

He had been looking for his boss in vain, and was in a very low mood, with no appetite at all. But somehow, after smelling this aroma, his appetite was aroused.

Guo Jia looked left and right, and finally his eyes fell on the bun on the table that he had ignored.

Damn, could it be this thing?

He pulled his hair, feeling a little suspicious.

The moment the plastic bag was torn open, the salty, sweet and delicious taste exploded all over my face.

Guo Jia couldn't help swallowing his saliva. The barbecued pork buns his father brought back today seemed good.

Even though it has been cold for such a long time, the smell has not diminished at all, but has become more appetizing.

He reached out, grabbed the bun, and walked quickly to the kitchen.

The microwave had just turned twice and the whole kitchen was already filled with a scent that was enough to attract souls.

Damn! This fragrance...

Guo Jia suddenly started, and a thought flashed through his mind uncontrollably.

Could this be done by the boss?
With this question in mind, Guo Jia couldn't wait to take the buns out of the microwave.

The hot steam rises up with the aroma, which just looks appetizing.

As soon as the bun entered his mouth, his pupils suddenly trembled when the hot filling burst in his mouth.

Take one more bite and your crown will soar!
Guo Jia almost felt that he had found the answer.

In his mind, it was impossible for anyone else except the boss to make such a wonderful flavor on a bun.

You know, it’s a fact recognized by the group.

The most special thing about the boss is that he can make ordinary food taste so delicious that you can't stop eating.

Guo Jia didn't even dare to eat too fast. He tried hard to control his explosive appetite and ate one bite after another, savoring every bite of the bun.

The more he ate, the more he felt that his guess was correct.

If this bun wasn’t made by the boss, he would dare to do a handstand.

Soon, he ate up all the buns.

Guo Jia wiped his mouth, then went straight to his father's bedroom without hesitation.

He pushed open the bedroom door anxiously and shouted at the top of his voice: "Dad!"

The old man was lying comfortably on his bed, happily watching videos about middle-aged and elderly people, when he was so scared that his phone almost hit his face.

"You are courting death, you bastard!"

He got up, picked up the slippers beside the bed and started to beat him, "What are you doing in the middle of the night?"

At this moment, Guo Jia's mind and eyes were filled with the buns and the boss, and he didn't care at all about his father's scolding.

He dodged the slippers' attack and hurriedly asked what he cared about most.

"Dad, did you buy this bun from a handsome vendor wearing a black mask? Right!"

The old man was still angry and retorted unhappily.

"How the hell should I know? I just bought some buns. Why would I care if someone is handsome or not? Or if the mask is black or not?"

After saying this, the old man seemed to suddenly remember something.

He frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and then looked his son up and down with an extremely strange look.

He said earnestly, "Son, I think your recent behavior is very abnormal. Come with me to the temple tomorrow to pray. I know a master who can take a good look at you to make sure you haven't bumped into anything unclean."

When Guo Jia heard this, he was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

"Dad, I'm not possessed. What are you thinking?"

The old man snorted coldly.

"I think that boss has cast some kind of evil spell on you. You've been haunting me here all day long."

Guo Jia: ...

Knowing that there was no point in dwelling on this topic any longer, he quickly said a few nice words to cheer the old man up.

It took a lot of effort to calm the old man down.

Guo Jia then hurriedly took out his cell phone, slid his finger quickly across the screen, and found Su Chen's photo in the group chat.

"Dad, please take a closer look. Is that the stall owner?"

(End of this chapter)