Chapter 138: Let You Open a Gourmet Shop, You Open for Business at 3 AM

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Protagonist:

Lu Feng

In the kitchen, a burly chef turned to face them, his plump fingers picking his nose without stop.

From the chef's complacent expression, it seemed he thoroughly enjoyed the process.

The other chefs in the kitchen were still busy at this moment, and this chef's movements could not possibly go unnoticed.

Yet the others seemed long accustomed to this, each busy with their own tasks, and no one thought his actions improper in the least.

An Liang's eyesight was good; although the kitchen was not close to where he sat, every movement of that chef was crystal clear to him.

The next moment, under An Liang's somewhat horrified gaze, the chef's finger withdrew from his nostril, with a yellowish-brown thing hooked on his fingertip.

Then he slowly rubbed it between two fingers, as if kneading a disobedient piece of dough.

Immediately after, the chef lightly raised his wrist and made a finger-flicking motion.

An Liang clearly saw the thing trace an arc through the air and stick to the tile in front of that chef.

Afterward, the chef glanced around nonchalantly, casually rubbed his fingers on his apron, then bent down, grabbed the dough before him, and continued kneading.

An Liang, having witnessed the whole process, felt his stomach clench violently and couldn't help but spit out the ramen he hadn't yet managed to swallow.

"Teacher An Liang, what's wrong with you?"

Xiao Yue was focused on eating her noodles, and the commotion An Liang made startled her, her chopsticks dropping to the floor.

She bent down to pick up her chopsticks, looked at An Liang's somewhat unbelievable expression, followed his gaze, and found nothing unusual, feeling rather puzzled.

An Liang looked at the noodles in the bowl and felt his stomach churning.

The bowl of ramen before him looked strand by strand pure white, with green onions and cilantro floating in the clear broth.

But in An Liang's eyes, each strand seemed wrapped in invisible filth.

He even dared not imagine whether the bowl he was eating might be the very dough kneaded by that chef just now.

After witnessing that chef's smooth and continuous movements just now, An Liang didn't know whether he was lucky or unlucky now.

But one thing he could be certain of: he absolutely could not bring himself to eat this bowl of noodles before him.

Along with this ramen shop, An Liang swore that within his lifetime, he would absolutely never step inside again.

"Xiao Yue, this ramen..."

An Liang opened his mouth, turned his head, wanting to tell Assistant Xiao Yue the scene he had just seen.

But as soon as he spoke, he saw Xiao Yue lower her head and slurp a mouthful of ramen from the bowl, then take a sip of soup, saying to him while eating: "Teacher An Liang, although this shop can't compare to the one last night, the taste is still passable... Huh? Teacher An Liang, why aren't you eating?"

An Liang watched Xiao Yue eating with relish, and his stomach spasmed again.

He very much wanted to immediately tell Xiao Yue the scene he had just seen, but he also felt that telling her directly seemed a bit cruel.

Xiao Yue had already eaten a little less than half of the ramen in her bowl; if he told her what he had just seen at this moment, who knew if she would spit it out directly.

Forget it, for Xiao Yue's physical and mental health, better not tell her.

Thinking this, An Liang swallowed the words at the edge of his mouth and stood up without changing expression: "No... no, the taste of this ramen shop doesn't suit my appetite, let's change to another one."

"Huh? Change to another one?"

Hearing An Liang's words, Xiao Yue couldn't help but put down her chopsticks, slightly furrowed her brow, and said with some confusion: "Teacher An Liang, I think it's fine? You haven't eaten a single bite, really leaving?"

"Don't eat, hurry and leave!"

An Liang's voice couldn't help but carry a note of urging; now not only did looking at the ramen in the bowl seem a bit nauseating, but even the fragrance permeating the shop seemed to have a strange taste in his nose.

As soon as he spoke, he immediately stood up, ignoring Xiao Yue's somewhat bewildered gaze, and resolutely walked toward the door.

Xiao Yue saw this and had no choice; who made her An Liang's assistant? She

could only reluctantly put down the chopsticks in her hand and quickly follow behind An Liang.

They hadn't walked out of the shop door yet when a waiter in a blue uniform quickly came over, with a standard smile on his face, asking in a gentle tone: "Both of you, I see you haven't finished the ramen you ordered; are you dissatisfied with the taste?"

An Liang paused his steps, feeling this scene was inexplicably similar to yesterday at Lu Feng's Shop.

Yesterday he also wanted to leave without finishing, was stopped by Hu Xiaoyun, and then was besieged by a group of people.

"What, do you also require customers to finish eating before they can leave here?"

Thinking of yesterday's encounter, An Liang's brow instantly tightened, he couldn't help but feel somewhat annoyed in his heart, and his tone became somewhat impatient.

"No, sir, you misunderstand."

The waiter heard the anger in An Liang's tone; although somewhat puzzled why this customer had such a bad temper, he still hurriedly waved his hand to explain: "I mean, if you are dissatisfied with the taste of the ramen made by our chefs, I can have the Boss personally pull a portion for you."

"This... is there something different about it?"

Hearing the waiter's words, Xiao Yue's face couldn't help but twitch, and she asked with a furrowed brow.

"Of course it's different!"

The waiter nodded confidently: "There are a few new chefs in the back kitchen; what they make isn't as authentic as what our Boss makes. Our Boss has been making ramen for thirty years, his culinary skill is excellent! The noodles he pulls are thick, with a chewy texture and bite when you eat them. Don't believe me? Let me have the Boss pull a large portion for each of you to taste?"

The waiter said while pointing with his finger toward the back kitchen; An Liang followed his finger and his eyelids immediately jumped nonstop.

The ramen shop boss his finger pointed to—wasn't that the uncle who was picking his nose just now?

No wonder the other chefs saw it just now and no one said a word.

"We..."

An Liang endured the churning in his stomach, furrowed his brow and was just about to speak, when Xiao Yue beside him immediately refused quickly: "No need, no need, we're already full, thank you!"

After speaking, Xiao Yue pulled An Liang's arm and walked outside without looking back.

An Liang was pulled by her for a few steps; after leaving that ramen shop, he shook off Xiao Yue's hand and asked curiously: "What are you running for? I saw you were eating quite deliciously just now, weren't you?"

"No, it's just... I heard what that waiter said, something about pulling thick, a big pile of crap, and hearing it made my stomach turn upside down; I really couldn't stand it!"

Xiao Yue clutched her chest and dry-heaved twice, her face bitter as she spoke to An Liang.