Chapter 133

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Protagonist:

Lu Feng

"There's such a weird shop? Who runs a restaurant like this? Aren't they afraid all the customers will run away?"

Hearing Xiao Feilong's words, Xiao Yue, who was eating, couldn't help but show an expression of "Is the boss sick?"

An Liang remained silent for a moment, then a faint smile gradually appeared on his face: "This boss is quite interesting, setting the store's opening hours so freely, not afraid of offending diners, but it also shows he is very confident in his cooking skills."

After hearing this, Xiao Feilong nodded in agreement, then said excitedly: "Brother An Liang, you're right, to be honest, the reason I was so anxious to be discharged from the hospital was partly to entertain you, and partly because I wanted to eat the food made by Boss Lu. I'll take you there tomorrow to try it, and you'll know why I said that."

An Liang picked up his teacup and took a sip, then turned to Xiao Yue and said: "Xiao Yue, don't return to Jingcheng this afternoon; follow Xiao Long tonight to try the taste of that shop, and we'll stay a few more days in Jiangcheng."

Hearing this, Xiao Yue nodded excitedly; now she could play for a few more days before going back.

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Wednesday afternoon at three-thirty, it was still early for dinner time, diners on Food Street were somewhat sparse, with only a few scattered pedestrians on the road.

At the entrance of Lu Family Restaurant, several stall owners who had just arrived were busy unloading items from their food carts.

"Old Zhao, can you move your fried skewer cart to the side? My cold skin noodle cart is small, just give me a little space."

The woman selling cold skin noodles wiped her sweat and said to the fried skewer uncle sitting on a chair scrolling through videos.

The fried skewer uncle didn't even lift his head; he lightly swiped his finger and changed to a video of a young lady dancing: "Sister, you're not new to setting up a stall here, do you understand first come first served? If you want to set up a stall opposite Boss Lu's shop, come earlier next time."

After hearing this, the woman selling cold skin noodles looked somewhat unhappy; after muttering a few words under her breath, she pushed her cart to an empty spot a bit farther away.

The spot at the entrance of Lu Feng's shop is now the most sought-after golden location on the entire Food Street; as long as one can secure a place here, by evening there's no worry about not selling anything.

Especially the few spots closest to Lu Feng's shop; every time they set up here, by the time Lu Feng finishes business, the ingredients in the carts are sold out in less than two hours.

Those stall owners, in order to snatch a spot here every day, have already started to fiercely compete internally, often coming early to grab spots before mealtime even arrives.

Some stall owners simply start setting up from the morning, and after the breakfast and lunch peaks pass, they still don't pack up, just guarding the spot at the entrance of Lu Feng's shop.

Lu Feng's Xiao Dian Lu silently stopped at the entrance of the shop; on the front pedal of the vehicle was a food ingredient box, inside which were braised beef.

"Boss Lu, why are you here so early today?"

After seeing Lu Feng, the uncle selling fried skewers across from the shop put down his mobile phone and waved at him, enthusiastically greeting him.

Lu Feng looked up at him, smiled, and said: "I'm going to stew chicken soup today, so I came early to prepare."

"Oh! So there's a new flavor again today?"

After hearing this, the fried skewer uncle's eyes lit up, he licked his lips, his Adam's apple moved along, and his sun-tanned face was full of anticipation.

Starting this week, he also became one of Lu Feng's loyal customers.

Even though he himself was also in the food business, he left his own fried skewers uneaten and had to eat a meal at Lu Feng's shop every day to have the energy to sell his own fried skewers.

"Boss Lu, have you eaten? How about I make you some fried skewers; my ingredients are all fresh today."

The fried skewer uncle enthusiastically greeted Lu Feng.

"No, I'm not hungry now; I still need to go prepare ingredients, thanks."

Lu Feng smiled and declined the fried skewer uncle's kindness, then carried the ingredient box into the shop and began preparing for today's business.

He walked into the kitchen and washed his hands clean, then took out today's ingredients from the storage room.

Today's ingredients were two whole Sanhuang chickens.

Looking at the Sanhuang chickens that had already been gutted and processed, Lu Feng breathed a sigh of relief.

Originally he was a bit worried that the Sanhuang chickens bought from the System Mall would be alive, and he would need to process them himself later; it seemed his worry was unnecessary.

If what he bought were really live chickens, Lu Feng himself would still have a hard time bringing himself to do it.

The chicken meat bought from the System Mall had its guts cleaned out, and on the pale yellow skin there wasn't a single stray feather; in this regard, the system was still quite considerate.

Lu Feng carefully rinsed the chicken meat clean with water, then placed it on the chopping board and chopped it with a kitchen knife, clatter clatter clatter.

The sharp kitchen knife easily cut through the chicken meat and bone; in no time, the two whole chickens were chopped into evenly sized small pieces.

Next he found a large pot, added seven-tenths water to the pot, threw the cut chicken pieces directly in, then turned on high heat to start boiling the water.

During the time the water was boiling, Lu Feng washed the shiitake mushrooms bought from the System Mall clean, then soaked them in a basin of clear water.

After a while, the water in the pot slowly boiled, and the residual blood from the chicken formed several patches of grayish-white scum on the water surface.

Lu Feng stood by the pot holding a spoon, carefully skimming off the scum in the pot until no more scum was produced in the pot.

Next he changed to a deeper large pot, boiled a pot of water again, put the blanched chicken pieces in, added the cut ginger slices and scallion sections to remove the chicken's fishy smell.

Next he took the red dates and goji berries that had been soaked in warm water in advance, added them to the pot together, covered the lid, and began to stew slowly over low heat.

In the pot on the stove came a soft gurgle gurgle sound; steam slowly seeped out from the edge of the pot lid; the freshness of the chicken mixed with the pungent fragrance of scallion and ginger slowly spread throughout the entire kitchen.

Lu Feng then began to process the shiitake mushrooms; the mushrooms in the basin had already fully soaked open, every shiitake mushroom had absorbed enough water, and a light pinch could squeeze water out.

He took out the shiitake mushrooms soaking in the basin, carefully cut them into shiitake slices of uniform thickness with a knife, and put them into a large bowl for later use.

He did not pour out the water used to soak the shiitake mushrooms in the basin; this water carried the fresh fragrance of shiitake mushrooms and was also rich in nutrition; it would be a pity to throw it away.

Lu Feng checked the time; the chicken soup in the pot had been stewing for half an hour.

He walked to the pot that was still stewing, lifted the lid, and took a look inside.

The chicken soup in the pot was fresh and bright, transparent to the bottom; a thin layer of chicken oil floated on the surface of the soup; the chicken soup bubbled with small bubbles, and the steam carrying the freshness of the chicken drilled straight into people's noses.

Lu Feng took a chopstick and lightly poked the chicken in the pot; he could clearly feel that the chicken had been stewed until soft and tender, and the freshness in the meat quality had completely merged into the chicken soup.

Lu Feng poured the cut shiitake slices into the pot, then also poured the water previously used to soak the shiitake mushrooms into it, added a little salt and white pepper powder to the pot, covered the lid, and continued to stew.

The water in the pot boiled again; the fresh fragrance of the chicken and the rich fragrance of the shiitake mushrooms intertwined; now the aroma in the kitchen suddenly rose to a new level.

The aroma drifted out through the cracks of the shop door to the street; the fried skewer uncle sitting on a chair leisurely scrolling through videos couldn't help but stop the movement in his hands.

He sniffed the fresh fragrance in the air hard, and muttered under his breath: "This flavor... is shiitake stewed chicken soup, right? Tsk tsk tsk, it smells so good! Boss Lu is trying to make passersby go hungry in advance, isn't he?"

Just as he said, every diner passing by Lu Feng's Shop, smelling the aroma wafting out from inside the shop, seemed to have their souls hooked, their footsteps firmly nailed to the original place.

It wasn't yet dinner time, those diners originally didn't have much appetite, but after smelling this enticing aroma, their stomachs actually started rumbling non-stop.