great-warnovel Chapter 182 Waiting!! Since we're already here...
Chapter 182 Waiting!! Since we're already here...
"Gurgle—"
A loud, even echoing, protest from the belly erupted from beneath the third brother's round belly, utterly disrespectful.
The third brother, extremely embarrassed, pressed his hands tightly against his cramping lower abdomen, his face turning pale and then flushed, his eyes staring blankly at the smooth marble floor in front of him.
From before dawn this morning, he was like a spinning top that had been whipped, without stopping for a moment.
He had to work with Su Ang to set up the blockade while also communicating with the extras and other personnel on the long street.
I've been busy for three or four hours now, and I haven't even had time to drink a sip of water, let alone eat anything.
Just now, in Su Ang's Mercedes-Benz, he watched helplessly as his young master shoveled every last drop of broth from a box of braised pork noodles.
He was right there, smelling the strong aroma of meat gushing out of the plastic box, and the worms in his stomach were already stirring up his cravings.
When Su Ang was around, the third brother was able to grit his teeth and endure it with his loyalty and fear.
Now, the front line can be withdrawn at will. After throwing out an arrogant declaration of withdrawal to Chen Feng over the phone, Su Ang stepped on the gas and drove away as a black shadow without looking back, completely leaving the long street.
Before leaving, the young master gave him no other instructions except to close all thirteen chain stores and refund the cards.
The third brother, for the first time ever, suddenly found himself with a great deal of freedom to control.
Once I had some free time, and the tension in my body eased, an overwhelming, vengeful hunger surged forth.
The third brother licked his dry, white lips, his eyes gleaming with a green light, his mind filled with images of Su Ang frantically scraping noodles with disposable wooden chopsticks, eating with sweat dripping down his face and oil dripping from his lips.
"I can't take it anymore... I really can't take it anymore!!"
The third brother swallowed hard, looking extremely awkward, and subconsciously glanced at Old Liu's noodle shop on the east side.
But just as he took half a step forward, the third brother suddenly shivered as if he had been electrocuted, his foot dangling in mid-air, frozen in place.
No... absolutely not!
Although President Su drove off, there's no guarantee that there aren't any other informants or cameras left behind by the Su Group around here!
He, the third brother, is the most trusted confidant and lackey of Young Master Su Ang, representing the face of the Su Group! If he were to go and take advantage of the enemy at this critical juncture, and if it were caught on camera and reached the ears of Su Ang or the board of directors…
Then his life is truly and utterly ruined for the rest of his days!
Standing to the side, Zhou Benchang, who was somewhat dazed, looked at his third brother's disheveled state—his hands clutching his stomach, his face as pale as a hanged ghost—and a trace of sympathy welled up in his cloudy eyes.
We're all unfortunate souls who've been tormented by that tantalizing aroma of meat. Who doesn't know the feeling of being lured in when your stomach is rumbling with hunger?!
Zhou Benchang subtly turned his head and met the gaze of the third brother's eyes, which were filled with longing and fear.
This cunning old fox, who had lived a long and arduous life, suddenly had a change of heart regarding the rigid rules in his mind. His old face flushed, and he lowered his voice, speaking in an extremely mysterious tone close to the third brother's ear:
"Third brother... I think if you don't eat something soon, you won't even be able to walk properly. How about... how about we go to the kitchen and 'disguise' ourselves?"
Zhou Benchang held up two clean, white fingers, gestured somewhat awkwardly, and assured him in a low voice:
"Change into tattered clothes and smear your face black. I, Zhou, am the most discreet person in my life, I promise... I will never leak a single word to Young Master Su!!"
"Gulp!!"
When the third brother heard the words "disguise," his Adam's apple bobbed violently.
This thought, like dry tinder meeting a raging fire, burst into flames in his mind, which was driven mad by hunger!
"Done!! So what if I die!!"
The third brother gritted his teeth and, no longer caring about dignity or restraint, grabbed Zhou Benchang and, like two guilty thieves, tiptoed and somewhat panicked into the back kitchen of the first "Extreme Flavor Space" store.
Three minutes later.
The fire door at the back of the store, which was somewhat blackened, was slightly pushed open through a narrow crack.
Two middle-aged, overweight men, dressed in loose, old work clothes stained with flour, wearing baseball caps and with their faces smeared with cigarette ash like cats, carefully slipped out of the back alley.
This time, the two disguised themselves so well that they even tucked their trouser legs into their rubber boots. They blended into the alleyway of the main street, and even the few extras passing by didn't recognize that these two were the "high-ranking bosses" in the black Mercedes-Benz just now.
The two of them, one in front of the other, crouched down along the wall and hurriedly headed straight for Old Liu's Noodle Shop at the east end of the long street.
however.
When they arrived at the old wooden door of Lao Liu's noodle shop, their pockets brimming with red bills, filled with intense longing and excitement.
The insane scene before them utterly drove these two "disguised" spies to despair!
The aroma of spicy braised pork with garlic still wafted from the dark, old wooden door of Lao Liu's noodle shop.
But in the big iron pot in front of the door...
The entire pot of exquisite braised pork belly, previously coated in amber-colored gravy, had been devoured so quickly that not even a drop of broth remained!
"Dear guests, we are so sorry!!"
Old Liu, wearing a soaked white vest and drenched in sweat, placed a large iron ladle there apologetically and shouted loudly:
"The first batch of meat and alkaline noodles just sold out!! I'm currently in the kitchen frantically chopping purple garlic and preparing the second batch!! The meat isn't cooked enough, it won't develop the gelatinous texture, we have to wait!! We have to wait!!"
Despair, the most utter despair!!
The third brother, clutching his stomach which was already growling from hunger, stared at the empty black iron pot. His vision blurred, and he almost collapsed onto the muddy ground.
But when they turned around, their eyes were even more wide open.
Even though Lao Liu loudly proclaimed that everything was sold out and the second batch would take a long time to arrive, there were still a good thirty or forty individual customers stubbornly lingering on the bluestone pavement in front of this shabby little shop!
These thirty or forty people, braving the damp, cold wind and with their stomachs rumbling, gripped their bamboo raft number tags tightly, refusing to leave. They were all determined to grit their teeth and wait for the second pot of braised pork to be ready!
The third brother and Zhou Benchang exchanged a glance, both seeing the awkwardness and determination in each other's faces smeared with cigarette ash.
"Master Zhou...we...we're going to wait too?!" The third brother wiped the cold sweat from his face and asked dryly.
Zhou Benchang recalled the scene of licking the large, rough porcelain bowl until it gleamed in the noodle shop, and then smelled the aroma of roasting purple garlic wafting from the kitchen. He gritted his teeth, his face turning a deep purple, and growled awkwardly:
"Wait!! We're already here!! Damn it... even if we stand here like two wooden stakes, we're going to wait for this second pot of braised pork until the very end!!"