Chapter 112: You're Told to Open a Food Shop, But You Operate at 3 AM

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Protagonist:

Lu Feng

After the first mouthful of noodles entered his mouth, Qian Laoban's body stiffened abruptly.

The wheat fragrance blended with the rich depth of lard exploded in his oral cavity, deeply stimulating his taste buds.

The noodles were smooth and springy; mixed with lard and sauce, they formed an incomparably delicious flavor.

A gentle bite, and the noodles' resilience was just right — each strand distinct, springy, and smooth.

"Mmm..."

Sensing the unprecedented deliciousness in his mouth, Qian Laoban couldn't help but let out a soft sigh from his throat.

Qian Laoban narrowed his eyes, carefully savoring the taste in his mouth, and shock surged uncontrollably in his heart.

He hadn't expected that this bowl of Yangchun Noodles, which looked like clear soup with little substance, would actually taste so delicious!

All the mountain delicacies and sea treasures he had eaten before paled in comparison to this bowl of Yangchun Noodles.

Qian Laoban began to doubt whether his past understanding of gourmet food had been somewhat superficial.

He had always believed that only dishes with expensive prices, rare ingredients, and complex preparation could be called gourmet food.

But this bowl of Yangchun Noodles at this moment — though it looked simple, its flavor far exceeded his imagination.

The rich fragrance of lard, the wheat fragrance of the noodles, the savory fragrance of the sauce — perfectly merged together; if one distinguished carefully, one could still taste each flavor's distinct freshness.

Qian Laoban swallowed the noodles in his mouth, couldn't help but lift the bowl, and drank a small sip of noodle soup.

The warm soup flowed down his throat into his stomach, and his stomach instantly became warm and comfortable.

These years Qian Laoban had eaten no lack of rich feasts, but after every meal he always felt his stomach heavy and uncomfortable.

After this mouthful of noodle soup went down, he only felt his stomach unprecedentedly comfortable, a sense of satisfaction he had never experienced welling up from the bottom of his heart.

"Qian Zong, how's the taste?"

Watching Qian Laoban's continuously changing expression, Zhao Zhenhui couldn't help but lean over and ask.

However Qian Laoban acted as if he hadn't heard, didn't even glance at him, just single-mindedly shoveled the bowl's noodles into his mouth.

One mouthful of noodles, one mouthful of soup, Qian Laoban ate with increasing relish.

At this moment he seemed to have forgotten his status as a general manager; the decorum at the dining table was long forgotten, his mind filled only with the thought of getting the bowl's noodles into his stomach as fast as possible.

If not for Qian Laoban's proper attire, his noodle-eating appearance would make anyone suspect this person hadn't eaten for several days.

Although Zhao Zhenhui didn't get Qian Laoban's answer, Qian Laoban's actions at this moment already explained everything.

He and his wife beside him exchanged a glance, then both disregarding everything else, lowered their heads and started eating in big mouthfuls.

For a while, none of the three at the table spoke; only the rising and falling sound of slurping noodles could be heard.

"Too delicious!"

As the last mouthful of noodle soup went down, Qian Laoban set down the bowl, let out a long breath, and uttered a sigh of praise.

The dissatisfaction in his heart just now had long vanished without a trace; now his mind was full of wondering how a simple, simple bowl of Yangchun Noodles could be so delicious.

Hearing Qian Laoban's voice, Zhao Zhenhui and his wife, immersed in the Yangchun Noodles' deliciousness, raised their heads; seeing the satisfied expression on his face, they couldn't help but exchange a smile.

Lu Boss's culinary skill is indeed still consistently outstanding; a bowl of ordinary-looking Yangchun Noodles instantly conquered Qian Laoban's appetite.

Seeing the happy expression on Qian Laoban's face now, this cooperation looks like it can proceed to deeper talks.

Qian Laoban looked at the empty bowl before him, touched his stomach, his face showing some reluctance to finish.

Such delicious Yangchun Noodles — how could one bowl be enough?

"Boss! Trouble you for another bowl of Yangchun Noodles!"

Qian Laoban raised his right hand high, shouting loudly toward Lu Feng who was still busy at the Counter Side.

Zhao Zhenhui's face changed; he had just been relieved that Qian Laoban's mood improved, but forgot to tell him that at Lu Feng's place each person could only limited purchase one portion.

Don't know if Qian Laoban hears it, will he become unhappy again.

Zhao Zhenhui's heart was a bit uneasy; just as he prepared to speak, he heard Lu Feng at the Counter Side say toward this side.

"Can, but have to go queue again."

As the words fell, the originally rising and falling "slurp slurp" noodle-slurping sounds in the Hall instantly quieted down.

Everyone looked toward Lu Feng standing behind the Counter with incredulous gazes.

After a brief quiet, the Hall instantly boiled over.

"Holy crap! Did I wake up fierce today? Lu Boss isn't limiting purchases anymore?"

"I definitely haven't woken up yet! Who can give me a hit, let me confirm?"

"Come, bro! Stretch your face over, I'll help you confirm, I've practiced Sanda!"

"Long live Lu Boss! I was just saying one bowl of Yangchun Noodles isn't enough! Hurry up and finish so I can go queue again!"

"Nobody stop me! Today I'm eating five bowls!"

"Business hours are only one hour; eating two bowls is not bad already, yet five bowls?"

"Two bowls is already contentment! Such delicious Yangchun Noodles, even eating one more bowl is a huge win!"

Listening to the diners' excited voices in the Hall, Lu Feng smiled and explained: "Today didn't sell other things, only Yangchun Noodles, a bit monotonous, so to compensate everyone, temporarily canceled limited purchase."

Then he paused, and added: "Only for today."

Hearing Lu Feng's explanation, the diners cheered again, and the diners currently eating noodles all sped up their slurping speed.

Zhao Zhenhui, hearing the news that limited purchase was canceled today, couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement in his heart.

Afterwards he looked toward Yi Pang at Qian Laoban, who seemed lost in thought, saw his brow slightly furrow, and the heart he had just put down couldn't help but rise again.

Qian Laoban had just been unhappy because he felt too constrained at Lu Feng's place; now if he wanted a second bowl, he'd have to queue again, and who knew if it would make him dissatisfied again.

But he soon thought that he could use money power again, buying from the diners in line, and the problem would be perfectly solved.

Zhao Zhenhui made up his mind and was just about to speak when Qian Laoban suddenly stood up, turned around, and walked toward outside the shop.

Zhao Zhenhui and Zhou Yaqin hadn't reacted yet when Qian Laoban had already walked out of the shop.

Seeing this, both grew anxious: Qian Laoban seemed angry.

A general manager of a company, how many people sharpened their heads wanting to get close to him; now eating a bowl of noodles still required following a bunch of rules—this sense of disparity, Zhao Zhenhui could understand Qian Zong's mood.

The couple quickly put down their bowls, stood up, and were about to chase after him.

Lu Feng noticed the movement on their side, looked at the half-eaten noodle bowls on their table, couldn't help but frown and said: "This shop prohibits wasting food; if you don't finish it, you won't be served in the future."

Hearing Lu Feng say this, both paused in their steps.

Zhao Zhenhui quickly reacted, turned his head to his wife Zhou Yaqin and said: "Wife, you wait here first; I'll go out and chase Qian Laoban. If I don't come back in a while, you eat my portion too."

Although Zhou Yaqin was also very anxious, hearing Zhao Zhenhui's words, she could only nod and sit back down.

Zhao Zhenhui strode out of the shop, looking around anxiously all over his face, but there was no sign of Qian Laoban outside the door.

He didn't have time to think much and jogged toward the direction where he had just parked.

Unexpectedly, after arriving at the parking lot and searching for a long time without seeing Qian Laoban, Zhao Zhenhui's heart began to grow anxious.

Could it be that Qian Laoban, in a fit of anger, took a taxi back to the hotel himself?

Not caring about so much, Zhao Zhenhui quickly walked toward the shop's direction; he had to hurry and call his wife, and go to the hotel together to apologize to Qian Laoban in person.

Of course, before leaving, he had to finish the noodles first.

Having already offended one Qian Laoban, he couldn't offend Lu Boss again.

If Zhao Zhenhui had to choose between Lu Boss and Qian Laoban, he would without hesitation choose Lu Boss.

After all, there would be more cooperative projects in the future, and the food Lu Boss made was one of a kind.

Even if the cooperation with Qian Laoban didn't work out, he would still come here to eat in the future.

Zhao Zhenhui hurried toward the shop door, calling Qian Laoban's number on his mobile phone as he walked.

Suddenly, a somewhat familiar mobile phone ringtone sounded not far behind him; Zhao Zhenhui couldn't help but turn back and look, and a round head poked out from the end of the line.

"General Manager Zhao, you're queuing too?"