aircannonsinc Chapter 305 The exquisite cold dish caused the boss to lose his composure on the spot!
Chapter 305 The exquisite cold dish caused the boss to lose his composure on the spot!
"canteen?"
A coal mine owner with a huge beer belly and a large gold watch on his wrist frowned deeply when he heard Su Tianhao's words.
"Old Su, you're not kidding, are you?"
"Are you telling us to go eat the communal meals in the countryside?"
His voice was loud and clear, making no attempt to hide his disdain, which drew echoes from a group of well-dressed CEOs behind him.
"Yeah, doesn't this place even have a decent restaurant?"
"This outfit of mine was just flown in from Italy, so I don't want it to smell like cooking oil later."
"I make millions per minute, I turned down three international conferences, and I came here just to get into a place like this?"
Complaints were constant.
These people, who stand at the top of the provincial capital's wealth pyramid, usually frequent members-only private restaurants or Michelin three-star restaurants; they've never experienced such "injustice."
In their eyes, the so-called "canteen" that Su Tianhao brought them to was a complete joke.
It was an ordinary brick house with no decent signboard at the entrance, and the walls were even a bit mottled.
A gust of wind blew by, bringing with it a unique "countryside scent" mixed with soil and cow dung.
A newly minted internet tycoon wearing gold-rimmed glasses couldn't help but pinch his nose, his face showing an expression as if he had accidentally swallowed a fly.
Su Tianhao watched his old buddies' reactions, his face still bearing that inscrutable smile, but inwardly he was sneering.
A bunch of bumpkins, you'll be crying later.
"Everyone, since we're here, let's make the best of it."
Su Tianhao didn't explain further, but gestured for them to enter the cafeteria first.
The cafeteria was incredibly rudimentary.
Several peeling paint square tables were paired with long benches. The floor was ordinary cement. Although it was cleaned up, the poor and shabby atmosphere was impossible to hide.
The wealthy men exchanged glances, all seeing a strong sense of "being tricked" in each other's eyes.
But since they were already there, and Su Tianhao had personally led the way, they couldn't very well make a scene on the spot. So, one by one, they reluctantly found seats with dark faces.
They sat very carefully, afraid that the benches, which had been sat on by countless people, would soil their handmade suits worth hundreds of thousands of dollars.
Jiang Chen and Su Qing were already waiting inside.
Seeing the disgusted looks on the faces of these wealthy people, Jiang Chen simply smiled faintly, not caring at all.
Su Qing nervously tugged at Jiang Chen's sleeve. It was the first time she had ever seen such a large entourage, with each person being a big shot she only saw in provincial financial magazines.
"Serve the food," Jiang Chen called out towards the kitchen.
A moment later, a chubby, dark-skinned man with a greasy white chef's uniform and a scruffy beard walked out of the kitchen.
It was Jiang Youfu, the village banquet chef whom Jiang Chen had dragged out of his afternoon nap.
Jiang Youfu was carrying two huge white porcelain plates, the edges of which even had a few small chips, clearly cheap items that had been used for many years.
He slammed the two dishes down heavily in the center of the table with two loud thuds.
All the wealthy people's eyes were instantly drawn to it.
Then, the air in the entire cafeteria froze in the next second.
The expressions on everyone's faces became incredibly interesting.
The two chipped porcelain plates contained hardly any food at all.
The plate contained a few cucumber pieces roughly smashed with a cleaver, topped with a few sparse cloves of minced garlic, without even a drop of sesame oil.
The other dish was even more outrageous: just a few tomatoes cut into large chunks, simply and crudely sprinkled with a layer of white sugar, commonly known as "snow on a volcano".
Gone.
Just these two dishes.
There wasn't even a trace of meat.
There wasn't even a plate of peanuts.
The coal mine owner, who had just been complaining, now had a face so black it looked like ink could drip from it.
He felt he had suffered an unprecedented and humiliating disgrace.
"Bang!"
He slammed his hand on the table, causing the entire octagonal table to shake.
"Su Tianhao!"
The coal mine owner pointed at the two plates of "dishes" on the table, which cost no more than ten yuan in total, and roared, "What the hell do you mean?!"
"Are you kidding us?!"
"I make millions a minute, and this is what you give me to eat?!"
"At my house, we use these things to feed the pigs!"
The other wealthy men weren't as agitated as he was, but their expressions were all increasingly grim.
"Old Su, this joke has gone too far."
"We only came because of you, this is really unfair of you."
"Let's go, let's go, we can't eat this!"
Several wealthy men made a move to get up and leave.
Su Tianhao, however, remained calm and collected. He picked up his chopsticks and slowly waved to the group of people.
"Everyone, please calm down."
After saying that, he completely ignored the angry looks from everyone, picked up a large piece of cucumber covered in minced garlic, and stuffed it into his mouth.
"Snap!"
A crisp, clear sound rang out distinctly in the somewhat awkwardly quiet cafeteria.
Su Tianhao closed his eyes, a look of utter enjoyment on his face, as if he were eating some kind of nectar rather than a cucumber.
He chewed, making crisp "crunch" sounds, and deliberately smacked his lips.
"Mmm...crisp and refreshing, with a sweet aftertaste, good stuff, really good stuff!"
He ate while shaking his head and praising the food.
His blissful expression was a stark contrast to his usual calm and reserved demeanor, making him seem extremely... irritating.
The coal mine owner and others were so angry at his behavior that they almost overturned the table on the spot.
Pack!
Keep pretending, you fucking bastard!
How can you possibly make something out of a broken cucumber?
Just when the atmosphere reached a freezing point, the youngest internet upstart sitting in the corner let his stomach rumble twice.
He hasn't had a drop of water since morning, and he's starving.
He watched Su Tianhao eat with such relish, then glanced at the plate of bright red, juicy tomatoes with sugar on the table, and hesitated for a moment.
Oh well, I might as well die. It's better than starving to death.
With a hint of disbelief, he reached out with his chopsticks, carefully picked up a small piece of tomato covered in white sugar, and resignedly put it into his mouth as if heading to his execution.
Time seemed to stand still at that moment.
The very next second that the tomato juice burst in his mouth!
"boom!"
The young CEO felt as if his brain had been struck by a bolt of lightning from the heavens!
An intensely sweet taste, unlike anything he had ever experienced before, swept over his every taste bud like a flash flood!
It wasn't the cloying sweetness of industrial saccharin, nor the blandness of ordinary fruit.
It is a kind of plant vitality that carries the fragrance of sunshine and soil, the purest and most primitive!
A cool, warm current surged down his throat, instantly washing over his entire body!
The overwhelming fatigue from staying up all night coding until dawn every day for the past two weeks to launch a new project was completely swept away in that instant!
He felt every cell in his body cheering and jumping for joy!
His eyes, which had been dry and sore from long hours in front of the computer, became incredibly clear at that moment!
The young CEO stood frozen in place, his eyes wide open like saucers, his eyeballs almost bulging out of their sockets.
He remained in that position, frozen for a full three seconds.
Then, to everyone's astonishment, he slapped his thigh and let out a thunderous roar!
Holy crap!
"What the hell is this thing?!"
After shouting that, he seemed to have completely gone mad, showing no trace of his usual shrewd and intelligent business upstart demeanor.
He threw down his chopsticks, reached out with both hands, grabbed the plate of sugared tomatoes on the table, and frantically shoveled the contents into his bowl!
His crazed, starving appearance left everyone present dumbfounded.
What... what's going on here?
Was there poison in that plate of rotten tomatoes?