"Sir, what are you doing!" Gu Yanxi saw this and quickly pulled out a bank card from his pocket, intending to return it to Luo Chao.

But Luo Chao turned slightly to dodge, and Gu Yanxi found that he couldn't even touch the hem of Luo Chao's clothes.

"Just take it, there's only about three to four thousand in this card anyway, consider it a commission! You know, for people like us who are rich, money is not a problem!" Luo Chao said with a smile.

He deliberately mentioned three to four thousand instead of thirty thousand, fearing Gu Yanxi would be too stubborn to accept it due to the large amount.

At first, Gu Yanxi continuously refused, but upon hearing this, he couldn't help but nod.

Indeed, for rich people like them, buying a casual piece of clothing costs tens of thousands, so a few thousand really doesn't matter to them.

As for his own family, they're barely living on the line of subsistence, with a paralyzed mother and a sickly father whose monthly medical expenses exceed three thousand.

The whole family was supported solely by his meager salary, and they were lucky not to starve yet.

After some initial refusals, Gu Yanxi was finally persuaded by Luo Chao and accepted the bank card.

Watching Luo Chao's gradually distant figure, Gu Yanxi unknowingly had tears welling up, silently thinking to himself, "Luo Chao, I will remember you!"

…

Later, Luo Chao used the Ultimate VIP Card given by Minister Wang to pick up a pair of shoes worth ten thousand Huaxia coins at the mall.

He also casually got a haircut before satisfactorily strolling to the outdoor parking lot outside the mall.

Luo Chao placed his items securely in the trunk, just about to open the car door when suddenly, a rich aroma of scallion oil wafted in the breeze.

The moment Luo Chao smelled it, he felt as though the enticing aroma had captured his soul, causing him to halt.

"This scallion oil smells so fragrant, what's cooking?"

Drawn by the scent, Luo Chao's stomach began grumbling again; he hadn't eaten all day and was going to a banquet later.

Luo Chao knew that at these wealthy banquets, meals are typically served late—after all, dining isn't the main goal, socializing is.

Thinking about this, Luo Chao decided to check out the source of that enticing aroma. If it turned out to be an appetizing street snack, he'd buy some to stave off hunger until the banquet.

Following the scent, Luo Chao made his way through the old alleyways of Huahai City.

As the bustling sounds from ahead grew louder and the aroma of scallion oil in the air intensified, Luo Chao finally found the source—a small scallion pancake shop beneath an apartment block.

"Hey, isn't this the Huahai City's famous scallion pancake that everyone's talking about on the forums?"

Seeing the shop, Luo Chao immediately recognized it as the small establishment specializing in scallion pancakes, run solely by a slightly hunched old man.

He was the owner, chef, and waiter, single-handedly producing only 300 scallion pancakes daily.

His scallion pancakes were not only affordable but also exceptionally authentic and delicious, thus becoming a hot topic on online forums once shared.

Luo Chao, being a cook for the Dragon Fang Team, naturally loved food.

And today, by chance, he planned to try the legendary "famous scallion pancake" after arriving in Huahai City.

Though he had heard of it before, he hadn't exactly looked into the shop's specific address.

Unexpectedly, today, by following the alluring scent, he managed to find the "famous scallion pancake" shop.

This finally made Luo Chao understand the true meaning of the saying, "The aroma of good wine needs no bush."

"Boss, give me a scallion pancake." Since he was there, Luo Chao definitely wanted to buy a pancake and try it.

"Haha, young man, don't rush. Buying stuff requires the principle of first come, first served, right? Go queue up first." Laughed the shopkeeper, the hunched old man.

Luo Chao turned to look at the long queue in front of the shop, roughly estimating around thirty or forty people.

"Boss, may I ask, if I stand in line, how long will it take to get my turn? I'm in a hurry." Luo Chao checked the time on his phone and asked the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper glanced at the number of people in the queue, estimated mentally, and replied, "One pancake per person, it'll be your turn in about fifteen minutes."

"That works, I have enough time!" Luo Chao joyfully thought and hurried to the end of the queue.

As the queue got shorter and fewer people were ahead, fifteen minutes passed quickly, and it was finally Luo Chao's turn to get the pancake.

"Boss, one scallion pancake please, and add some spice, otherwise it won't be satisfying enough." Luo Chao said eagerly.

The shopkeeper, recalling Luo Chao, couldn't help but tease as Luo Chao reached the counter, "Young man, you're quite lucky. This pancake happens to be my last one of the day! I'm closing after this."

As he spoke, the shopkeeper sprinkled some spicy powder on the pancake and handed it to Luo Chao.

"Haha, isn't that true, these days you need luck to get by in society!" Luo Chao took the scallion pancake and handed the shopkeeper a five Huaxia Coin note.

Smelling the fragrant pancake, Luo Chao opened his mouth wide, ready to savor the famous "famous scallion pancake," curious about the taste which made people queue for hours.

"Wait, don't eat yet!"

Suddenly, an elderly voice came from behind Luo Chao.

Luo Chao was startled by the voice nearby, lowering the pancake from his mouth.

Turning around, he saw an eccentric old man standing behind him, short and chubby, with a small tuft of beard, dressed in a dark Tang suit.

The moment Luo Chao saw the fat old man, he understood the situation.

The fat old man had been queuing behind Luo Chao since he began waiting—the old man too, was here for the "famous scallion pancake."

Unfortunately, his luck seemed off, as the last scallion pancake just happened to be bought by Luo Chao who was lined up before him.

Luo Chao frowned slightly; he disliked being interrupted while eating, especially when he was hungry.

But adhering to the Huaxia tradition of respecting the elderly and cherishing the young, he wouldn't deliberately pick on the old man, so he patiently replied, "Is there something you need?"

"Young man, would you consider selling me that scallion pancake?" The fat old man asked politely.

"Sell it to you?" Luo Chao looked at the golden pancake in his hand, then at the earnest expression on the fat old man's face, and said, "No way!"

The fat old man didn't seem surprised, so he raised two chubby fingers and asked in a somewhat seductive tone, "What if I offer this amount?"

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