"Where's President Fang?" Mu Xin just discovered as he reached the door, "Didn't he go out for a smoke? Why isn't he back yet?"

"What the hell?" Hou Yao exclaimed, holding his phone, "He's already eating!"

In the live stream, the wealthy businessman, worth tens of millions, stood in front of the food cart with no regard for his image, almost burying his head into the food container.

Shit!

The two quickened their pace, sprinting towards the courtyard in front of the building.

Boss Xiao Chen held a food container in his hands, finally getting his first meal of the day.

The rice noodles picked up looked uniformly colored on the surface, which was what Chen Mo had been most worried about when stir-frying the noodles.

Dry stir-frying is different from wet stir-frying, as there's almost no liquid on the surface of the ingredients in the pan. Adding sauce can easily cling to the ingredients' surface, making it difficult to stir evenly.

It seems that, although the initial evaluation wasn't the best, it still fundamentally met the requirements.

As the rice noodles hit his mouth, Chen Mo savored them carefully.

With just a couple of bites, he was very pleased, "Is this really something I can make?"

The rice noodles were dry without being greasy, and they had an almost imperceptible charred fragrance. The beef slices were incredibly tender with each bite, juice bursting out, thanks to the suitable marination and cooking methods which retained all the beef's natural juices.

Then he grabbed the rice noodles along with all the side dishes and took a big, hearty bite.

Giao!

The tender bean sprouts and onions were perfectly cooked, providing a crunchy texture and sweet aroma, mixed with the beef rice noodles. With a mouthful, Chen Mo almost bit his tongue.

He even felt an urge to set up a stall in Guangzhou.

Considering how people in Guangzhou would wake up in the middle of the night just to line up for the freshest ingredients, he could potentially earn enough for a house in a year.

As he looked down again, Xiao Mumo sat on a stool with her cheeks bulging, stuffing mouthful after mouthful, and Chen Mo feared she might choke.

Truly, appearances can be deceptive, and you can't estimate someone's appetite.

Mu Mu was eating faster than any of the big men around. When Mu Mu finished her portion.

"Ah~"

Chen Mo looked down.

There was Mu Mu squatting on the ground, looking up at him with her mouth open wide.

This scene felt oddly familiar.

Still a virgin, Chen Mo looked a bit flustered, quickly offering Mu Mu his half-eaten meal container, "If you don't mind, you can eat it."

Of course, she didn't mind.

At this point, Boss Mu arrived at the scene.

"Hey, hey!" Lao Mu was waving his arms from afar, "Two more servings!"

Chen Mo spread his hands, "Not even half a portion left."

"Impossible! I saw Mu Mu take dozens of bags of rice noodles from my store today. How can there be none left?"

"Did you take that much?" Chen Mo asked, looking down, only to see Mu Mu burying her face in the food, too busy to respond. So he looked up to Boss Mu, "But I'm out of beef! How can they be called Niu River if there's no beef?"

That's actually true.

Mu Xin also didn't want to argue unreasonably and shifted his focus to Fang Zhizhong.

"Boss Fang, you know where my hometown is, right?"

Fang Zhizhong, busy eating his food, was interrupted by Lao Mu, "Sure, Guangdong."

Mu Xin nodded with satisfaction, "Then you should know where this dry stir-fried Niu River is a specialty of, right?"

Fang Zhizhong found it strange, not knowing why Lao Mu was asking this, "Of course, Boss Xiao Chen mentioned it earlier."

Mu Xin was even more pleased, "I've been in the culinary industry for thirty years, and if I haven't eaten at five hundred places with dry stir-fried Niu River, then at least three hundred. Do you know what makes a so-called dry stir-fried Niu River the best?"

Fang Zhizhong relaxed and his curiosity was piqued, "What makes it good? I think Boss Xiao Chen's is quite tasty."

Mu Xin lifted his chin, "Mr. Hou, enlighten him."

Hou Yao glanced at the stir-fried Niu River in Fang Zhizhong's hand, still in awe, saying, "The art of dry stir-fried Niu River lies in the breath of the wok. Too much oil makes it greasy, too little makes it charred. Each rice noodle should have an even color and flavor; otherwise, the heavily sauced part will taste strong while others are bland."

The first cooking of the beef should be six-tenths done, keeping the juices inside. When you take it off the wok and cook it two more tenths, it'll be aromatic, smooth, and tasty.

When the Niu River is served, there shouldn't be excess oil and soy sauce left on the plate when you pick it up. This is what makes a dry stir-fried Niu River passable."

Fang Zhizhong responded affirmatively, then used his chopsticks to pick up the remaining half portion of the stir-fried Niu River, eyes suddenly gleaming, "I must say, there's no stain of sauce on the food container, nor is there oil!"

No wonder it didn't taste greasy at all.

Mu Xin nodded again, seeming increasingly profound, "At least, it's passable, but I wonder if there's any improvement. Boss Fang, let me have a bite to see how Boss Xiao Chen's skills are."

Fang Zhizhong was about to hand over his chopsticks but suddenly pulled them back cautiously, "Oh! You've been talking all this time just to mooch food, huh? No way, you'll have to get your own."

Mu Xin and Hou Yao were suddenly left awkwardly standing there.

They couldn't help but think, why is Fang Zhizhong so impervious? We're just asking for a taste, a little evaluation. It's not like we're finishing off your Niu River, do you have to be so stingy?

Seeing Fang Zhizhong even turning his back, Mu Xin felt displeased, throwing Hou Yao a look.

The latter took a deep breath, nodded slightly to indicate he understood.

Then quietly extended three fingers from his left hand.

Three! Two! One!

"Hand it over!" Hou Yao was the first to act, skillfully snatching the food container from Fang Zhizhong's hand!

"What the hell!" Fang Zhizhong kicked into gear, only to find himself pinned down, unable to move. He turned his head, "Boss Mu, you!"

Mu Xin grinned, "Half a portion of Niu River, it's not a big deal."

Fang Zhizhong was dumbfounded and truly at a loss for words.

Soon after, Mu Xin also took advantage of his stunned state to bolt, the two figures disappearing from the courtyard towards the inpatient department, gradually fading into the darkness.

Looking somewhat familiar.

Fang Zhizhong took out his phone and found the intelligence group number one.

"Damn, I found the thugs who snatched my Perfect Random Stir-fried Rice at the bridge that day!"

On the third floor of the ward, Dunzi was enjoying the live stream when suddenly the news in the group startled him upright.

"Oh my god, oh my god!" He quickly dialed Zhang Feng's number, "Damn, we've been reported for teaming up to snatch food before!"

The food-snatching culprits ran straight back to room 408 and immediately locked the door.

"Damn, Boss Fang just couldn't take no for an answer!"

"Exactly, if he'd let us have a taste, would we have gone this far?"

Hou Yao brought the half portion of stir-fried Niu River to the bedside, pulled out two pairs of new chopsticks, and handed one to Lao Mu, "Come, let's see how this kid's cooking skills are."

Mu Xin couldn't find any words of objection now.

Because this stir-fried Niu River, from color, aroma, to taste, was nearly perfect, and even the key points of stir-frying Niu River were excellently grasped.

If it tasted full of the breath of the wok, then this stir-fried Niu River would be perfect!

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