Chapter 119 The Stiffest Mouth in Stick Nation Finally Softened!
The Stick Nation strear’s previously unshakable ‘tough mouth’ finally gave way, leaving viewers in disbelief.
Dragon Nation viewers in the live stream were shocked.
[Did this guy just complint sothing? Is he turning over a new leaf?].
[Has his conscience awakened?].
[It ans this little street stall is serving food so good that even this guy can’t bring himself to bad-mouth it!].
[Chicken Tofu Pudding from a street food stall? That’s wild!].
[I’ve never tried Chicken Tofu Pudding. I only know it’s a Sichuan delicacy, but what does it taste like?].
[Chicken Tofu Pudding is a banquet-level dish that even most chefs can’t make. It’s like chicken, but better than chicken! I’ve only ever heard of it, never tasted it.].
[Sichuan food that’s not spicy is insanely expensive! Regular folks can’t afford it! How much is it at this stall?].
[The assistant bought it earlier—50 yuan a serving!].
[50 yuan? That’s just tofu without the chicken, right? I once ordered Chicken Tofu Pudding at a five-star hotel for 1,288 yuan. It tasted like plain tofu. What a scam!].
[Is there really such an amazing street stall in Jiangcheng? I’m going there next week!].
anwhile, the strear was busy licking the box clean. Not a single drop of broth was spared.
“Leaving even a drop of this Chicken Tofu Pudding would be disrespectful to the dish,” he declared.
“This Dragon Nation dish is truly extraordinary!”
His assistant looked like he’d seen a ghost, thinking, What’s going on? One bowl of tofu, and he’s switched sides?
Even the bodyguards had deserted the team, eagerly lining up to buy Ice Crystal Cake. A single street food stall had dismantled their entire live-streaming crew.
The assistant opened his mouth to protest, but before he could speak, a Imperial Chicken Wing was shoved into it. The rich kid had already finished one and was working on his second.
He’d thought the Chicken Tofu Pudding was the pinnacle, but this chicken wing was so delicious it brought tears to his eyes. Stick Nation’s primary way of cooking chicken wings was frying. But this was a revelation.
The assistant, gnawing on the chicken wing bone, shut his mouth and quietly enjoyed the flavors. It was delicious!
The at was tender and flavorful, with a delightful texture and captivating aroma. Truth be told, this wing was ten tis better than the fried chicken wings from Stick Nation. While fried chicken primarily relies on spicy sauce, this Imperial Chicken Wing showcased the natural freshness and tenderness of the at.
There were hints of red wine and lychee in the aftertaste—a fascinating and complex flavor. Dragon Nation cuisine clearly had sothing special. The assistant, too, had now switched sides.
Stick Nation viewers in the live chat fell silent.
Was the food from this street stall really that good? They began to question themselves.
[You call yourself a world-class foodie, but you’re stuck at a small street stall in Dragon Nation? What happened to your tough talk?].
Dragon Nation viewers were equally stunned.
[This strear has been stubbornly critical all along. Now, at this stall, he suddenly caved. What does that say?].
Ice Crystal Cake. Chicken Tofu Pudding. Imperial Chicken Wings. Ordinary street stalls didn’t sell dishes like these. The owner of this stall clearly wasn’t an ordinary person.
Now the strear and his assistant had joined the queue, but the line stretched endlessly ahead. Suddenly, murmurs of disappointnt rippled through the crowd—the Ice Crystal Cake, Chicken Tofu Pudding, and Chicken Wings were all sold out.
The little girl, finally free, happily licked her lollipop. The four bodyguards had managed to snag one last box of Ice Crystal Cake. It contained five pieces. After quickly devouring one piece each, the final piece beca the subject of an impending brawl.
The strear and his assistant attempted to claim the last piece, only to receive two swift punches from the bodyguards. They each ended up with a black eye.
At that mont, the earlier custor who had advised the strear to buy more food strolled by, laden with bags of food. Spotting the two ‘pandas’, he whistled.
The strear and assistant’s eyes lit up, staring hungrily at the custor’s haul.
After exchanging a glance, the assistant approached him.
“Sir, I’ll pay 500 yuan for your food.”
The custor replied casually, “Take it. It’s free.”
“Seriously? No joke?”
“You’re joking, right? These aren’t just food. They’re priceless.”
The strear’s entire team resigned themselves to joining the queue to buy fried rice noodles. Though the line moved slowly, the rich aroma of fried rice noodles and twice-cooked pork kept their appetites raging. No matter the wait, they had to taste it.
After 40 agonizing minutes, it was finally their turn. The strear eagerly stepped forward to order.
But Lu Qin, the stall owner, greeted them with a polite smile.
“Apologies, we’re sold out. Please co back tomorrow.”
“WHAT?”
Staring at the empty baskets, not even a single rice noodle left, the Stick Nation team was crushed.
The live chat exploded with laughter.
Dragon Nation viewers spamd in delight. However, this stall had clearly beco the talk of the town.
“Jiangcheng is supposed to be a food desert, but this stall changes everything!”
“This legendary stall pops up, and even the world’s toughest critic folds!”
“I’m booking a trip to Jiangcheng tomorrow. Victory Road, right? Got it!”
“The owner isn’t just skilled—he’s good-looking too. Since when is street food this competitive?”
The strear, now humbled, approached Lu Qin as he packed up.
The little girl, blinking her big clear eyes, asked, “Uncle, do you still need sothing?”
“Will you be here at the sa ti tomorrow?” The assistant asked.
Lu Qin replied, “Our location isn’t fixed, but you can join our chat group for updates.”
“Add us!”
Eagerly, they pulled out their phones, only to realize they didn’t have the Penguin app, as Stick Nation used their own communication apps like KakaoTalk.
anwhile, Lu Qin had finished packing up.
“If there’s nothing else, we’ll take our leave,” he said.
With his daughter perched on the tricycle cart, they rode off into the distance. That day, they had sold over 350 portions of twice-cooked pork. Many custors brought their own rice, devouring everything in sight. The stall’s popularity was unmatched.
The little girl’s eyes sparkled with curiosity.
“Daddy, what are we buying next?”
“Osmanthus Oolong,” he replied.
“Osmanthus Oolong? What’s that?”
“It’s a type of tea from Dragon Nation. You’ve been craving milk tea, right? Daddy will make you an Osmanthus Oolong drink.”
“Really! That sounds amazing! Daddy, you’re the best!”
She clapped her hands in excitent as the cart trundled down the road.
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