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Chapter 744: Clean and Hygienic Horseradish Rice

Li Moer walked on the street. The houses on both sides were not as good as the adobe houses in Xiaoli Village. Many of them were made of wooden frames, and then covered with plastic tarpaulins and other things to make a room.

The children were playing barefoot in the yard, and some of them were still naked when they were five or six years old.

Li Moer was strolling when her stomach suddenly growled. She looked at both sides of the street but didn't see any place to eat.

There were a few stalls on both sides of the street. She walked up to take a look and planned to buy some to try if the food tasted good. However, when she saw the stall owner fiddling with the ingredients with his slightly dark hands, she lost all her appetite.

The stall owner had already noticed her and thought Li Moer would definitely buy some of the food he had carefully prepared. When he saw Li Moer's disgusted expression, he immediately became angry and muttered softly: "Fuck you, look at you, poor and skinny as a monkey, and you still look down on the food I made. Don't you know that our Indian food is clean and hygienic?"

At this moment, Li Moer felt even more disgusted when she thought about them wiping their butts with their hands and then grabbing food with their hands to put it into their mouths. When she heard the stall owner's mumbling, she immediately became angry.

So she walked away, while her mind sank into space, found thirty tubes of horseradish, squeezed them all out and put them in a bowl.

The boss's pot of yellow paste was almost cooked, and several people were waiting around the stall. The more Li Moer looked at the yellow stuff, the more nauseous she felt.

Li Moer moved her mind and sent the thirty tubes of horseradish to the bottom of the pot.

The young boss stirred the yellow stuff back and forth with a spatula, and the color of the pot became darker and darker due to the addition of horseradish.

The more the boss stirred, the more confused he became. Why was this yellow soup different from the previous ones? Did he put too much soy sauce?

After thinking about it, the young boss shook his head. It’s almost cooked anyway, so it doesn’t matter if it’s different. Anyway, I have to make the food clean and hygienic.

He turned off the fire, took out a lotus leaf, put some rice in it, poured the yellow and green soup on the rice, then sprinkled some powdery substance of unknown origin on it and handed it to the first customer.

Then the second, and the third. The one who got the food held the lotus leaf, looked at the food inside, and his mouth was full of saliva. He muttered, "It's really clean and hygienic. It's delicious food from our country."

He wiped his hands on his pants, blew on the still steaming rice and yellow-green soup, stirred it with his hands, grabbed a handful and stuffed it into his mouth.

Then the fat third brother stopped talking and tears instantly flowed down his face. It was even more uncomfortable than Song Xiaobao eating horseradish noodles.

After a while, the seven or eight people who got the food were all crying like the fat man.

The young boss took one look and said, "Wow! My clean and hygienic food reminds them of their mother's taste. They are so moved that they are crying!"

His hand movements became more and more skillful, like flowing water, and in a blink of an eye he had prepared yellow-green soup with rice for several diners in the queue.

After the first diner's excitement wore off, he turned around and saw more than a dozen people with tears in their eyes like him.

These people have never eaten horseradish and have never experienced its domineering nature.

When they realized what was happening, they all rushed to the stall holding lotus leaves, raised them high, and smashed them on the boss's head, yelling, "What the hell is this? It makes you cry when you eat it!

While cursing, Fat Brother San thought, if only there was some garlic to help.