Chapter 533: Chapter 422: Department Dinner, Shared Moving Location_2

Lots of colleagues had just seen Xu Zhenghao’s post.

Seeing that Yang Jianming didn’t look like he was joking, and also wasn’t using the dinner as an excuse to pull any other weird stunts, the department colleagues finally relaxed.

Yang Jianming started the car, his phone buzzing nonstop. He didn’t rush to leave, lowered his head and took a look.

"For real! Then I’ll go find Ah-Hao right now, where exactly is he?" Ah-Can sent three drooling emojis in a row.

"I was just worrying about what to eat tonight, count me in!" Xiaoxia quickly changed her tune.

The corners of Yang Jianming’s mouth lifted. He started driving and replied with a voice message, "Because this food truck is kind of special, Ah-Hao is tracking the truck’s location. I’ll turn on location sharing later, everyone just come over on your own!"

They didn’t know what exactly was so special about the truck, but the thought of a free dinner still got quite a few people in the department very interested.

And judging from the photos Xu Zhenghao had posted just now, the first post was a picture of him running, and the second was a picture of him eating noodles.

Gotta say, that bowl of noodles did look pretty good.

By this time, Xu Zhenghao had already caught up with the food truck, and he was absolutely exhausted.

Chen Mo saw this familiar face through the window and raised an eyebrow. "You’re still eating?"

Chen Mo knew that for an adult, three bowls of noodles really wasn’t that much.

Back when he was running a stall by the bridge, Dunzi once set a record of eating two hundred dumplings alone, so this appetite could only be called average.

What Chen Mo was worried about was that his food truck didn’t like stopping. If this big brother ate a bowl and had to chase once every time, what if he ended up messing up his stomach?

"No... it’s not..." Xu Zhenghao waved a hand, panting hard. "My colleagues..."

Exhausting.

For someone who hadn’t exercised in over a decade, suddenly running several kilometers was really killer. He couldn’t be bothered to explain, so he copied what Huang Shurui had done earlier—left hand clinging to the truck’s window ledge, using the truck’s forward momentum to pull himself along, and only then did he feel a bit better.

Xu Zhenghao pulled out his phone, shared his location directly in the group chat, then shoved the phone back into his pocket. He didn’t care about anything else, just held onto the truck and jogged along slowly.

Honestly, this speed wasn’t bad.

The truck was moving incredibly, incredibly slowly—basically only a tiny bit faster than walking.

Otherwise, forget customers, even the pancake uncle pedaling a tricycle behind them wouldn’t be able to keep up.

After Xu Zhenghao shared his location in the group, the other colleagues who were getting ready to head out for dinner all started getting curious.

"Why is Ah-Hao constantly moving?"

"Ah-Hao, you there? Why are you moving the whole time? Can’t you wait till you get there and then share your location?"

"Yeah, you’re bouncing all over the place, which spot are we supposed to go find you at?"

At this point, Yang Jianming chimed in.

"I told you, this food truck is special. You guys figure out how to find it yourselves! I’m almost there!"

Yang Jianming was driving fast. He found the nearest parking lot to where Xu Zhenghao was, parked the car, then dug a set of workout clothes and shoes out of the trunk. After changing, he hurried out at a run.

As a mid-level manager at the company, Yang Jianming’s actual workload wasn’t that heavy, and the pressure wasn’t huge either.

So he’d always had the habit of working out. Jogging a dozen kilometers on the treadmill was a breeze, and for someone who’d been working out long term, exercise was actually a bit addictive.

That’s why he always kept clothes in the car. Sometimes when he didn’t have time to go to the gym, he’d just run straight home from the office after work and call that his workout.

Jogging out of the parking lot, Yang Jianming quickly found his rhythm, listening to the navigation prompts in his earphones.

After taking three turns and crossing two blocks, he spotted, not far ahead, Xu Zhenghao jogging in a slow shuffle alongside the truck.

Right now, Ah-Hao was gripping the truck with one hand, his back practically bent in half, panting like crazy.

Yang Jianming sped up to catch him, patted his shoulder. "You can stop now, leave the rest to me."

Hearing his voice, Xu Zhenghao suddenly deflated like a punctured ball and just squatted right down on the ground. He lifted a hand, wanting to say something, but he was so tired he couldn’t get the words out.

"Bro, bro, want some milk tea to catch your breath?"

The pink mini food truck cruising by behind him shouted loudly.

With great effort, Xu Zhenghao fished money out of his pocket and handed it over, then took back an icy cup of milk tea. He jammed the straw in and took a slow sip.

Bliss.

Keeping pace with the truck, Yang Jianming suddenly found the whole thing kind of funny.

Seriously now... at this speed? It wasn’t even half his usual warm-up pace, and yet Ah-Hao was already wiped. Guess the guy really was in terrible shape!

No wonder HQ insisted they had to push employees to improve their physical fitness. At this rate, in a few years everybody in the office would be forced into early retirement because of health problems.

Yang Jianming shared his own location in the group and said, "Everyone, just follow my location now. I’m already here!"

Then he turned his head and said, "Boss, what do you have here?"

"There." Chen Mo casually pointed at the menu hanging up front.

Yang Jianming nodded. "One jianbing, and one cart-style goudao noodles."

After ordering, he kept jogging lightly while checking out the truck’s setup.

This little yellow truck looked pretty impressive, and if you paid attention you could smell all kinds of mouthwatering aromas wafting out from inside.

Smelled like there was meat, and some kind of seafood too.

In just a moment, he saw the young owner inside the window start making noodles.

It was a move he’d only seen in short videos before. The boss’s motions were smooth as water—noodles into the pot, then scooping them out, adding broth, sprinkling toppings, all done in one go, carrying a sort of rhythmic flair that felt almost like a piece of performance art.

"Your order’s ready." Chen Mo handed the food out.

He did find it odd though. That guy earlier had busted his gut chasing the truck down, then didn’t eat anything. And this middle-aged guy here seemed to know him.

What on earth were they up to?

Didn’t get it, and didn’t care.

After finishing the noodles and the jianbing, Chen Mo folded his arms again, watching the night view outside. Honestly, Taipei’s nightscape wasn’t bad at all.

Holding the food, Yang Jianming thought for a moment. The jianbing was one thing, but this bowl of noodles—there was no way he could eat it while running, right?

So he simply stopped.

This was the benefit of years of working out. Even though he’d already run nearly two kilometers, his pace hadn’t been that fast, and his breathing was still perfectly steady.

He found a table and chair outside a café by the road and sat down.

Facing the two carb bombs in front of him, he hesitated. "Should I eat this? This is way too many carbs, isn’t it?"

He hesitated, but the wave of savory fragrance washing over him was slowly wiping out his concerns.

Just then—

"President Yang! President Yang!"

He turned around to see Ah-Can from the department actually waving at him while riding a bike over.

"Wait, what..." Yang Jianming was a little stunned.

This was not the outcome he’d been imagining!

But then he thought, well, cycling kind of counted as exercise too.

He waved back. Since his colleagues were here, it wouldn’t look good for the leader to skip eating.

He broke apart the chopsticks, took a bite of the jianbing first, then stirred the noodles, broth, and the cubes of pork knuckle on top all together in the bowl.

As he chewed, a burst of layered aromas, released by the stirring, surged up his nose.

Yang Jianming suddenly froze.

"What on earth is this jianbing in my mouth that’s sweet and salty with a hint of milky flavor?"

"Why does this world even have something with such a bizarre texture and taste?"

I mean, wasn’t this kind of flavor combo supposed to be for soft, gooey pizza, or maybe some kind of cake?

What was with this crispy outer jianbing shell!

And how was this weird kind of delicious even a thing?

After swallowing the jianbing, he stared in disbelief, seeing all the different fillings in the cross-section, and his brain was buzzing.

This boss was definitely a genius!

Only now did Yang Jianming fully believe that when Ah-Hao said on his feed that this stuff was amazing, he really meant it!