Chapter 509: Chapter 411: Innovation: The Cross-Over of Jianbing and Milk Tea

This scene truly left people somewhat shocked.

A speeding tricycle was being pedaled madly by an uncle, with three people running alongside it.

Two girls, one of whom was holding a pancake while devouring it.

The other was looking at the electric griddle with eager anticipation.

On the other side of the tricycle, a sharply dressed young man was running sideways, his torso appearing slightly twisted, and not only that, he was crazily operating the electric griddle while running!

Passersby stopped to watch, wondering if this was some new concept internet-famous snack?

To avoid gaining weight, is running while ordering food also part of the fitness routine?

When they saw the police chasing closely behind the tricycle, everything became clear.

"Damn..."

"All this for a snack?"

"Is there something special about these pancakes that makes people chase three streets just to eat them?"

"Come on, let’s go take a look too!"

It’s said that curiosity killed the cat, but people often overlook the fact that humans are inherently curious creatures.

So, turning around the next block, there were dozens of bystanders chasing behind the tricycle, and because of their chase, even more curious passersby joined in.

Chen Mo turned his head to look.

"Oh my god!"

"What the heck?"

The uncle pedaling the tricycle saw the scene through the rearview mirror, and his heart sank halfway, "Damn it, are they all assisting the police in catching me?"

At this point, no one knew how long they had run, when the other girl finally got her pancake; she stopped, bent over, and panted heavily.

"It’s safe now! The police aren’t chasing anymore, uncle, you can stop running!"

The Tianjin uncle turned to look; although the police weren’t chasing, there were still countless people pursuing them, leaving him unsure of what to do.

Seeing things weren’t right, Chen Mo halted, grabbed the tricycle, and pulled it back fiercely, "No one’s chasing anymore, uncle, let’s take a break!"

It’s easy for you, pedaling and running.

We’re exhausted following along, and Chen Mo even helped make two pancakes while running, that’s outrageous.

The uncle looked at Chen Mo in surprise.

Seriously, I’m riding and you just stopped me like that?

What strength do you have, a beast?

After stopping, the uncle observed the movements behind, ensuring he was truly safe, then jumped off the tricycle, wiped the sweat from his forehead, glanced at the crowd behind, and couldn’t help but mutter, "What’s all this about then?"

He had thought they were good citizens helping the police to catch him as an illegal vendor, it scared him.

Chen Mo was also exhausted, leaning with his hands on his knees, panting, looking up with a wry smile, "Uncle, maybe your pancakes are too charming, drawing people in with its aroma as you go."

The uncle confidently nodded, feeling Chen Mo made a good point, and humor burst forth, "Alright then! Let’s go back and continue selling, there’s enough for everyone today!"

Chen Mo caught his breath and followed the uncle, zigzagging back to their original spot, not forgetting to inquire about some things along the way.

"Uncle, haven’t you got a permit? Why are the city officers able to chase you?"

The uncle wipes his sweat with the towel hanging on his neck, "Getting a permit costs money, and it’s not worth it when you only make a hundred or eighty a day."

"Aren’t you afraid of getting caught?"

The uncle chuckled, "But I haven’t been caught, right?"

Wow, that makes a lot of sense!

Chen Mo thought about his own situation; though different from the uncle’s, the result was the same.

Temporary street permits could be applied for, but it’s clearly forbidden to vend on this street, and looking at the public’s reaction, they seem accustomed to this situation.

If that’s the case.

Chen Mo secretly decided he could illegally vend too!

The uncle managed to escape on a pedal-powered tricycle; he had a proper vehicle, so it would be easier for him.

After some twists and turns, they finally returned to the spot where he used to vend, a place the uncle had carefully chosen.

Firstly, the police rarely check this area, and secondly, there’s good foot traffic here, because vending is for earning money, if you choose a place with no foot traffic just to avoid police, it defeats the purpose.

The key to this position is its ability to allow observation in all directions; any hint of movement can be detected instantly, and the street is so narrow that the police can’t chase by car.

Perfect!

Chen Mo even thought about discussing with the uncle whether he could also start vending there the next day.

After the group returned, the uncle suddenly stopped by the roadside, surprised.

"Oh dear! Isn’t this a territory snatch!"

Chen Mo poked his head to look, and found a new stall had appeared at the original pancake spot.

The stall owner was a young man wearing a baseball cap, skillfully shaking a shaker, and shouting, "Old-fashioned pearl milk tea, buy one get one free!"

"What’s this, what’s this!" The pancake uncle parked his tricycle by the roadside, took two steps to the milk tea stall, "I was here first, don’t you know the rules, young man!"

The young man wearing the baseball cap calmly put down the shaker, pulled out a crumpled paper from his pocket, "Uncle, I have a temporary street permit here, this spot is legally leased by me."

The uncle was taken aback, leaned closer to the paper to examine it, his face gradually turning red, "Hey! I’ve vended on this street for three years, never heard of needing a permit!"