"Oh, not a human?" I couldn't help but frown.

"Yes!" Zhong Xiaopang said with certainty: "I thought this was very strange at the time, so I secretly checked his details."

"The shop owner named Zhao Wangcai, who is a farmer from another place. He has been farming for generations and has never been an imperial chef for Empress Dowager Cixi. What secret recipes he passed down from ancestors are all nonsense."

"Also, after I secretly followed, I found that Zhao Wangcai would go out every seven days, and he walked in the middle of the night, riding a broken bicycle. I drove and followed him secretly, but he suddenly disappeared. It was a dead end, and the people and the car disappeared. I was quite scared, but I was unwilling to accept it, so I waited there. Before dawn, he looked like... like a ghost... and emerged from the alley."

"It was like this three times in a row. I finally felt that this was too terrifying, but there was nothing I could do. Then I came to Master Zhang by a friend's introduction." Zhong Xiaopang said very sincerely.

After pondering for a while, I nodded and said, "You can leave a phone number and address first, and I'll go over and take a look tomorrow."

This matter does exudes a strange atmosphere inside and outside, and outsiders look incredible, but in my opinion, it is not difficult to explain. It must be that Zhao Wangcai added something strange to the fried rice, which aroused the appetite of customers.

If he just uses such a trick to make some money, I will naturally be too lazy to care.

But when I heard Zhong Xiaopang say that after eating the fried rice, my body will lose a lot of weight and freaks will grow in my stomach. This is obviously harmful! As a businessman of evil things, I can't ignore it.

Stealing without crossing the boundaries, and robbing without crossing the mountains is the rule of the Yinwu merchant.

"Master Zhang, I am really grateful to you." Seeing that I agreed, Zhong Xiaopang was so excited that he couldn't do it himself and said happily: "Master Zhang, as long as you can help me get rid of that restaurant, I am willing to pay half of my savings for you, and I will never say anything."

"If he uses evil things to harm people, I will naturally take care of it, but business matters have nothing to do with me." I said coldly.

"That's it, that's it." Zhong Xiaopang nodded repeatedly, then walked in small steps.

Early the next morning, after eating some soy milk and fried dough sticks, I took a taxi to the east of the city.

The area in the east of the city was just a farmland a few years ago. Later, under the planning of the Wuhan Municipal Government, a large number of building materials merchants moved here, which made it gradually become the largest building materials wholesale center within a radius of hundreds of miles.

At this moment, the sky was lightning, and many large trucks coming to pick up goods were gathered around, presenting a prosperous scene.

Although there are many trucks, there are very few people. There is only a long row of storms, which can be seen from a distance.

It was an abandoned garage with most of the walls falling off, and it looked ragged. There was a sign hanging in front of the door with four large yellow words written on it: "Court Fried Rice."

It's here.

I looked at it from afar and walked forward.

"Hey, follow some rules and line up in the back." I had just taken two steps when I was suddenly blocked by an obese girl.

When she shouted, the few people next to her also echoed loudly.

"That's right, is it good to be a little bit of rules?"

"Who doesn't know that this fried rice is delicious? I'll come at five o'clock. What's your hurry?"

When I saw that everyone misunderstood what I meant, the crowd became angry and I couldn't walk forward any further, so I had to line up silently.

"I heard that there are three o'clock in the future. It's not that the business is so good. This fried rice is not only fragrant, but also makes people want to eat the next meal, but also has the effect of curing diseases. My old man has anorexia and can't eat anything delicious. But since I bought this fried rice for him, tsk! It's better to eat three bowls of food at a time."

"It not only treats anorexia, but also can lose weight." The fat girl who stopped me at the beginning also continued: "I am a good sister. She is fatter than me. I have taken several boxes of weight loss tea and slimming medicine. What's the use? But since I ate their fried rice, I have lost more than 40 kilograms in less than a month! After I heard that, I immediately took it for three days, and now I have lost four or five kilograms."

"Well! This fried rice is really good, it's just that the price has increased."

"What are you afraid of rising prices? That's a secret recipe passed down by the imperial chef of the palace. It's not better than any sea cucumber shark fin?"

...

The crowd was talking one after another, and everyone praised the fried rice in this restaurant.

As the queue slowly moved forward, I was slightly looking forward to it.

Zhong Xiaopang was right. This restaurant was extremely sloppy. The walls of the four walls were covered with black dirt, the ground was bumpy, and there were many small stools and large stools in scattered manner.

But all the seats were full of people, eating voraciously.

There was a young man in his twenties in front of the door, and there was a middle-aged woman in her forties next to him, wearing a dirty black apron and holding a disposable lunch box with a smile on her face to serve rice from an extremely large stainless steel pot.

The fried rice with eggs was cooked, and only half of it was left.

The rice looked dark, obviously because there were too many soy sauce. At first glance, there were dead flies inside, and they couldn't raise any appetite.

But the people in front of me stretched their necks and stared at the big pot with their eyes tightly. The sounds of swallowing saliva continued to come, and they were all salivating.

There are fewer and fewer people in front of me, but newcomers are constantly joining, and the entire team is still far away from the sight.

In this team, there are non-mainstream people who are in their twenties and colorful hair dyed, as well as elderly people in their sixties and seventies, high-level white-collar workers wearing appropriate clothes and wearing gold-rimmed glasses, and migrant workers with greasy palms all over the body.

This may be the strangest team in Wuhan, but everyone lined up very well.

Their eyes were all staring at the pot of dirty fried rice, as if this was the best delicacy in the world, enough to make them give up everything.

No wonder Zhong Xiaopang was full of suspicion. This fried restaurant is indeed abnormal! It’s too abnormal!
Chapter completed!