Chapter 966: Lively in the Front

Master Li's phone call didn't get through.

It was the companion beside him who was puzzled: "This public review is about to end, why do many exhibition areas look empty?"

Just as he was saying this, he saw someone wearing a small staff vest beside him, holding a large pile of things, running past like a gust of wind, panting.

After a while, another one came: "Don't run so fast, don't think about rushing to the front!"

?!!!

The companion's eyes lit up. At this moment, without a word, he patted Master Li's arm: "Brother, stop calling, go, go, go! There must be something lively in the front! Let's hurry too!"

Master Li paused, subconsciously also poked his head forward: "Where, where?"

The two followed the backs of the people in front, running around, but what appeared in front of them was a neat row of agricultural machinery. They were painted with uniform green paint and looked exceptionally safe.

And in the corner of one of the rotary tillers, people were surrounded layer after layer. Everyone was like small mushrooms after the rain, clustering and wanting to squeeze forward, wanting to jump up, for fear of missing something in the center...

"Fighting?" The companion stood there, his tone full of suspicion and surprise.

The two looked at each other and hurriedly ran over, rubbing their hands.

What the heck?

"Sister Song! Boss Song! I want to buy radish! I want to buy radish!"

Coincidentally, there wasn't even a red isolation belt on this road!

Hiss!

The companion was surprised: It's quite fragrant!

And Master Li stood on tiptoe and looked, watching the bag of steamed buns and rolled pancakes being taken over, but the two staff members were stuck in the middle and couldn't move forward any further.

"So delicious, so delicious!"

Several red cloth tables looked exceptionally shabby, and inside the exhibition stand, a young girl was rolling pancakes and breaking steamed buns in a flurry.

Master Li also lit up his eyes: "There's no one persuading them to fight... what are they doing?"

The companion's footsteps paused, instantly stepping on a hard brake with Master Li, but couldn't stop the soaring thoughts—

"And me! I brought a lot of rolled pancakes!"

The snow-white, fluffy, warm, big white steamed buns were broken in half, stuffed in the middle with green stir-fried shredded radish and oily, dark green, crushed green chili sauce. At this moment, the inner layer of the steamed bun was soaked soft and rotten by the oil juice...

"Little brother, give me a rolled pancake, shredded radish and green chili, is that okay?"

"And there's more," he curiously sized up the grandpas and grandmas in front of him: "Grandma, you've already eaten two steamed buns and one rolled pancake, are you still tasting? Haven't you tasted the flavor yet?"

The companion looked at Master Li, then looked up at the two people in front. At this moment, unknowingly, a surging saliva also grew in his mouth.

"Brother Little Yang, don't give it to them anymore, they are old and it's not easy to digest, they've already eaten several. Change to someone else."

The little old lady's old face turned red.

That expression was both fawning and sweet, and even her voice was pinched, as if the rolled pancake would be blown away if she spoke a little louder.

Hiss!

The two strong men took one each, and then with an "ao wu" sound, bit off half of it in one bite!

"Alright!"

Yang Zhengxin saw they had already eaten several, and at this moment was hungry, and had long been displeased.

"Those eating rolled pancakes, wait a moment, I'll break the steamed buns first."

Just, you're squeezing so tightly, are you going to eat rolled pancakes collectively?

"Fine, fine, fine!" The people opposite didn't care whether they were eating rolled pancakes or steamed buns, anyway, as long as the vegetables in front of them were wrapped in something!

Waiting for the two to squeeze into the crowd, jumping on tiptoe, they could vaguely see the center surrounded by everyone was a small exhibition stand.

"Let me in, I brought a lot of steamed buns!"

Saying that, he intercepted the steamed bun handed over by the green-vested brother—

After saying that, the two turned their heads in unison and said to the young staff member wearing the green vest:

—Are you buying radish? Even professional purchasing agents aren't as crazy as you.

The companion was dumbfounded.

Without entering the mouth, one could imagine that if the most simple and unadorned ingredients were bitten down, what kind of deliciousness and satisfaction it would be!

But subsequently, since he was already here, he also followed and drilled inside, and also shouted loudly: "I want to buy radish too!"

However, his question hadn't turned around yet, when he saw the old brother he had just acknowledged beside him, who was still standing on tiptoe and roaring wildly:

So he skillfully turned his arm, and the steamed bun he was holding was handed to the two strong men who had just shouted:

The several old men and old women in the front turned their heads fiercely: "What are you shouting about? Don't you know there's no stock here? If you want to buy, go to other exhibition areas, we're tasting here."

Looking at the staff members he had seen before, he only saw them holding up a small plastic bag high, their voices even prouder than those offering captives at the city gate:

"Shredded radish, shredded radish, roll me another one!"

"No problem." Qiao Qiao was quite generous and very considerate:

"Hurry over! There's good stuff here!"

"Sister said, we don't need the scores from the public review, today's task is already finished—Grandma, you are old, you don't have to eat so much just for the sake of scoring."

"Should it be my turn now? Me, me, me! I want a steamed bun with burnt chili sauce!"

The companion was amazed: What are they doing? Are they distributing work meals here? Such a big exhibition, the organizer shouldn't be that shabby, right?

Subsequently, it was shaking his head, muffled:

"It's this taste! It's this taste! Radish! I want to buy radish!"

And Qiao Qiao in the crowd looked at him when she heard this, and then shook her head: "Uncle, I told you on the car, we have no stock this year."

And what he got in front of him was truly a good steamed bun!

But it was a coincidence, two authentic strong men stood in the front, and they really didn't squeeze out any space.

Just wanted to turn his head to find Master Li beside him, but saw him, a middle-aged man, at this moment desperately squeezing into the gap in front, while chanting:

At this moment, she was holding chopsticks and kept clamping, clamping, clamping...

The person opposite glared at him fiercely: "Buy what? If there was stock, would it be your turn to buy? Line up in the back!"

She smiled sweetly, but the words she said were like a devil: "Grandpas and grandmas, eat later, otherwise you'll be stuffed."

There was also a snow-white, handsome young girl. In front of her were four small stoves and small pots, inside the emerald green shredded radish was curling with smoke, snow-white salt grains were sprinkled, sizzling, and it was a rich fragrance.

The companion squeezed in the back, admiring, however, the old brother he had just acknowledged in the front was still standing on tiptoe and roaring wildly:

Another young girl was beautiful, wearing a fluorescent green windbreaker, probably with reflective strips added. Under the exhibition hall lights, her face also looked a bit green...

Subsequently, she tightened her expression: "Yes, I am old, my taste buds are dull, I have to eat two more to be sure. I estimate, I'll eat two more, ah no, one more and I'll be able to taste it."

Someone was also shouting loudly: ===== CHAPTER 967 =====