Fried Meatballs 4

Shi Gang made a triumphant and provocative gesture toward Wen Jiu, eager to see what Wen Jiu could possibly do to him.

Unexpectedly, Wen Jiu ignored him completely and turned right back to her cooking.

Instead, the friendly and sweet-looking little girl spoke up in a crisp voice, "Excuse me, but we don't cut in line here. Please go to the back and wait in turn."

With that, she made a polite gesture indicating the queue, which infuriated Shi Gang.

He slammed his hand on the counter, wanting to teach this little girl a lesson about the harsh realities of the academy. However, the person behind him suddenly grabbed his wrist and yanked him backward.

"Is there seriously anyone eating at the cafeteria who doesn't know how to queue?"

Shi Gang turned his head to find it was just a blonde, blue-eyed little girl. He simply couldn't understand why all the newcomers this year were so clueless.

Suppressing his temper, he squatted down and said, "Little sister, let big brother buy first, and I'll buy you whatever you want to eat."

To his surprise, the other person sneered, "As if you're qualified to be my big brother?"

Mina Hern detested this type of obnoxious boy who loved to act cool. She rolled her eyes and refused to pay any more attention to the greasy, bulky guy in front of her.

"One serving of shredded potatoes in spicy and sour sauce." She leaned over the counter to look at Qiao Shishi inside, and the two exchanged a smile.

After confirming Mina Hern's order, Qiao Shishi called out to Wen Jiu, "Jiu Jiu, one shredded potatoes in spicy and sour sauce, extra vinegar!"

Even Shi Gang had to abide by the academy rules, so he could only swallow his anger and try to intimidate the person standing behind Mina Hern in line.

To his dismay, not a single person in the queue was willing to give him any face, all telling him in unison to go to the very end of the line and wait like everyone else.

Even when he offered to pay them to swap places, no one agreed.

Thus, Shi Gang, along with Li Shanyan and the others, had no choice but to head unwillingly to the end of the line.

They waited for nearly an hour before their turn finally came. By that time, the shredded potatoes in spicy and sour sauce were completely sold out, leaving only the deep-fried meatballs.

Acting as if she had never seen Shi Gang before, Qiao Shishi maintained a sweet smile and looked at them, "Hello, classmate, what would you like to order?"

This time, Shi Gang didn't speak aggressively. He motioned to Li Shanyan behind him, signaling him to step forward and talk to Qiao Shishi.

"Four portions of deep-fried meatballs." Li Shanyan pressed his lips together, not daring to look up at the inside of the counter.

They all waited for Qiao Shishi to serve the deep-fried meatballs, but instead, she still smiled and said, "I'm so sorry, but we don't sell deep-fried meatballs here."

At those words, everyone in Shi Gang's group—except for Li Shanyan—gared fiercely at Qiao Shishi.

Yet, not daring to start a fight here, Shi Gang could only slam the counter once more, "I literally just heard Wen Jiu say there were still twenty portions of deep-fried meatballs left. How come there are none for us?"

"Is that so? But we don't sell deep-fried meatballs here, you see." Qiao Shishi blinked, her round almond eyes filled with innocence, "We only have oil and meatballs here."

Shi Gang let out a long sigh and said fiercely, "Then if you use oil to fry meatballs, aren't those deep-fried meatballs?"

"Oh~ I get it now." Qiao Shishi made an exaggerated expression of realization, "You mean the bouncy, delicious enough to make you fly, mouth-watering explosion little meatballs."

The air froze for a moment as Shi Gang and his companions stood blankly outside the counter.

Yet Qiao Shishi maintained her innocent and obedient smile, while Wen Jiu pressed her lips together to hold back her laughter while frying the meatballs.

"Yes, that's the one." Shi Gang rolled his eyes inwardly, "So the deep-fried meatballs at your stall are called..."

"Our stall doesn't sell deep-fried meatballs!"

Qiao Shishi repeated with absolute conviction, her smiling face driving Shi Gang to extreme frustration.

"Anyway, it's just that dish you mentioned earlier—meatballs fried in oil, right?" He clenched his fists, struggling to hold back his temper.

"Yes." Qiao Shishi answered promptly.

Seeing her punch-able smiling face, Shi Gang's tone grew even fiercer, "Then give us four portions of that."

"Four portions of what?" Qiao Shishi blinked in feigned innocence, "Please state the name of the dish, otherwise I'm afraid I might log the order incorrectly."

Losing his patience, Shi Gang summoned a gust of fierce wind in his hand, "Just that bouncy-what-not meatballs."

"Please recite the name of the dish." Although Qiao Shishi was inside the counter, her line of sight gave her a clear view of Shi Gang's movements, so she placed her hand behind her back and made a hand signal to Wen Jiu.

If Shi Gang dared to launch a sudden attack, Wen Jiu would strike back without the slightest hesitation.

Unexpectedly, however, Shi Gang withdrew the gust of wind and spoke through clenched teeth, "Bouncy... delicious enough to..."

As he spoke, Qiao Shishi stared at him with encouraging eyes.

"Delicious enough to... fly... de... delicious explosion little meatballs."

"Alright," seeing him struggle to spit out the dish name, Qiao Shishi turned her head and quickly said to Wen Jiu, "Four portions of deep-fried meatballs."

Though her voice was soft, it was loud enough for Shi Gang to hear clearly. He clenched his fists, trying his hardest to quell his burning anger.

Since things had come to this, there was no way Shi Gang would give up his plan to cause trouble. Putting on his previous arrogant expression once more, he walked over to an empty seat and waited for his lackeys to bring the food.

Meanwhile, on the other end.

Wen Jiu curved her eyes into smiles and quickly poured the previously fried meatballs back into the wok for a second round of frying.

"This step can reduce the greasiness of the meatballs. Viewers who don't like food that's too oily can try this method."

[Pumpkin Big Melon Pumpkin: I feel like I can learn so much from Fortune Sister. Taking frantic notes!]

[I Am So Hungry: Hearing Fortune Sister's friend talk just now, that whole bouncy thing was way too funny.]

"What she said wasn't wrong. The meatballs I make really are bouncy, delicious enough to fly, and mouth-watering explosion." Wen Jiu generously praised herself. After all, in her heart, very few people could surpass her culinary skills.

[Jingle 20: If we don't get to eat it, it doesn't count as delicious. Fortune Sister, open for tastings soon. Your livestream room is practically becoming a dedicated channel for watching meals while smelling the food.]

[A Big Wolf 33: Don't even mention it. I came late today thinking I wouldn't be tempted, but my saliva still hasn't stopped flowing.]

Wen Jiu scooped the meatballs out of the bubbling hot oil. The golden, crispy meatballs were magnified by a close-up shot, making the viewers in the livestream room crave them even more.

Yet, no matter how much they craved them, they couldn't eat a single bite, leaving them to lament in a flood of barrage comments.

Over at the stall, Qiao Shishi took the plates handed over by Wen Jiu and passed them to Li Shanyan, who was waiting at the window.

Daring not to say another word to her, he took the plates and hurried over to Shi Gang.

"We'll probably wrap up business in another ten minutes or so. Fei Qingyu, remember to go outside and bring the recycling bin in."

Standing nearby and setting down tableware for a long time, Fei Qingyu nodded. He had already fully accepted his role as the dishwasher.

The three of them resumed their orderly work until a loud shout echoed from outside.

"What is going on with the food at stall number eighteen? There are actually small stones in it!"