Chapter 165: You're Told to Open a Restaurant, But You Operate at 3 AM

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Protagonist:

Lu Feng

The three of them, each holding their own large bowl, found an empty table in the hall and sat down.

"Director Zhou, Sun Lao, how about... I go outside and buy some side dishes?"

After sitting down, Zhang Xianyang looked at the two people beside him and suggested.

Sun Lao had come all the way to Jiangcheng; only eating a bowl of noodles seemed a bit too stingy, and he felt a bit bad about it.

"Eat the noodles first."

Zhou Zhengbang waved his hand; he noticed that ever since Sun Rongguang picked up his rice bowl, his eyes had not left the bowl.

Having queued for over half an hour, he knew Sun Lao was already starving.

Not just Sun Lao; he himself, smelling the aroma from the bowl in front of him, kept swallowing his saliva.

If it weren't for Sun Lao being present, eating first would seem impolite; he would have grabbed his chopsticks and started wolfing it down by now.

Sun Rongguang did not rush to use his chopsticks; he brought his nose close to the bowl's rim and took a deep breath.

The tomato's sour-sweetness wrapped around the beef brisket's richness; the two flavors intertwined, unexpectedly making his stomach growl.

At his age, appetite often isn't as vigorous as a young person's.

He used to eat just to hurriedly get a few mouthfuls down; filling his stomach was enough, and he didn't have many demands regarding food's taste.

But the aroma of this bowl of Tomato Beef Brisket Noodles in front of him actually made him feel that longing for food's taste he had when he was young.

Elderly people's diets are usually quite light; if it weren't to figure out the reason Lin Xi started eating, Sun Rongguang would most likely have ordered Yangchun Noodles like Zhou Zhengbang.

He originally thought Tomato Beef Brisket Noodles would be greasy, but after smelling the bowl's aroma, he instantly changed his mind.

The beef brisket's meat fragrance was neutralized by the tomato's sour-sweet taste; it didn't give him any greasy feeling at all; on the contrary, he felt his appetite open up.

The Handmade Noodles looked distinct strand by strand, submerged in the orange-red soup; looking closely, one could still see fine Tomato Sand.

Eight square pieces of beef brisket were laid on the noodles; they looked almost exactly the same size.

The beef brisket glistened with an oily sheen; a light poke with chopsticks let one feel the meat's tender softness.

Both Zhou Zhengbang and Zhang Xianyang stared at him, just waiting for him to move his chopsticks.

Finally, under the two's expectant gazes, Sun Rongguang picked up his chopsticks and first picked up some noodles.

The moment the noodles entered his mouth, his eyebrows couldn't help but rise.

The springy, smooth Handmade Noodles wrapped in the orange-red soup; after one bite, he only felt his mouth full of fragrance.

The sour-sweet tomato juice and the rich beef fragrance intertwined in his mouth; after chewing a few times, a faint Wheat Fragrance burst from the noodles, making him involuntarily narrow his eyes.

"These noodles are really kneaded with care!"

Sun Rongguang nodded involuntarily; the noodles' taste far exceeded his expectations.

Next, he picked up a piece of beef brisket; the moment the chopsticks touched the meat, he felt a perfectly apt tenderness.

He impatiently put the beef brisket into his mouth; a light bite, and the beef scattered along its grain in his mouth, the soup wrapped inside instantly bursting in his oral cavity.

In an instant, the taste buds on his tongue were fully activated by the beef's own richness, the tomato juice's sour-sweetness, and the various spices' base flavors; deliciousness bloomed layer by layer on his tongue.

He subconsciously narrowed his eyes, unable to help being even more surprised.

This beef brisket's taste could be called perfect; whether the heat control or the flavor, it left not a single flaw to pick at.

Sun Rongguang slowly chewed the beef brisket in his mouth, suddenly understanding somewhat.

To be able to make an ordinary bowl of Tomato Beef Brisket Noodles reach such an ultimate taste.

No wonder even Lin Xi, who had long been resistant to food, would be fascinated by it.

Perhaps Lin Xi's Anorexia didn't suddenly improve; rather, this Boss's Culinary Skill is something even Anorexia patients cannot resist.

Zhou Zhengbang had long been unable to hold back; the moment Sun Rongguang's mouthful of noodles entered his mouth, he impatiently picked up his chopsticks, picked up the Yangchun Noodles in his own bowl, and slurped a big mouthful.

The moment the noodles entered his mouth, he couldn't help but stare wide-eyed: "These noodles... too delicious!"

He had only chewed twice when the taste buds on his tongue were instantly conquered by the flavor.

Yangchun Noodles are clearly a food with very simple ingredients; he himself has made them at home when free.

But this bowl of noodles' flavor made him doubt whether what he ate before was really Yangchun Noodles.

This flavor is too delicious, simply making one unable to resist swallowing even their tongue into their stomach.

Zhou Zhengbang praised indistinctly, then the chopsticks in his hand began continuously sending noodles into his mouth.

From the corner of his eye, he looked at Zhang Xianyang beside him, seeing the other's face wearing a proud smile.

This kid's recommended place truly didn't disappoint him.

The bit of dissatisfaction Zhou Zhengbang had toward Zhang Xianyang in his heart just now vanished into thin air with the first mouthful of noodles going down; he couldn't help but give him a thumbs-up and a look of approval.

Sun Rongguang on the side, though old in years, ate noodles at a speed not much slower than Zhou Zhengbang.

For a while, neither spoke; the sound of slurping noodles rose and fell.

Watching the two with faces conquered by deliciousness, Zhang Xianyang felt indescribably proud.

Lu Boss's Culinary Skill truly never disappoints!

Even a medical Big Shot as famous as Sun Lao was likewise conquered by Lu Boss's food.

"Sun Lao, Director Zhou, my Pig Trotter Noodles are also very good; do you want to taste the pig trotter's flavor?"

Zhang Xianyang was in a great mood, laughing and generously saying to the two burying their heads eating noodles.

Hearing this, Sun Rongguang froze for a moment; face-wise it was a bit awkward; he glanced at him but didn't speak.

Zhou Zhengbang, however, didn't stand on ceremony with Zhang Xianyang; he was also curious what the pig trotter tasted like.

He picked up another pair of new chopsticks, used them to pick a piece from Zhang Xianyang's bowl, and placed it in his own bowl.

Then he used his own chopsticks to pick it up, put it in his mouth, and began chewing slowly.

In an instant, the soft, glutinous, and delicious taste of the pig trotter made Zhou Zhengbang's eyes suddenly brighten.

He couldn't help but glance at Zhang Xianyang.

Worthy of being the hospital's foodie, the taste of this pig trotter noodles was indeed extraordinary.

Compared to my own Yangchun Noodles, it's hard to say which one is more delicious, but it's absolutely also an irresistible delicacy.

Since both Yangchun Noodles and Pig Trotter Noodles are this delicious, what kind of taste does the Tomato Beef Brisket Noodles have?

He couldn't help but cast his curious gaze toward those few large pieces of beef brisket in Sun Lao's bowl.

However, he still had a sense of propriety; without obtaining Sun Lao's permission, picking beef brisket from his bowl would be a great disrespect.

Sun Rongguang didn't notice Zhou Zhengbang's gaze fixed on his bowl; after swallowing the beef brisket in his mouth, he casually asked, "Doctor Zhou, how is the taste of the pig trotter?"

"Mm, so-so, can't compare to the beef brisket in your bowl, right?"

Zhou Zhengbang, chewing pig trotter in his mouth, replied indistinctly.

The piece in his mouth hadn't been swallowed yet, but his right hand had already picked up the serving chopsticks and taken another pig trotter from Zhang Xianyang's bowl.

Since he couldn't eat Sun Lao's beef brisket, he had to eat a few more pieces of his subordinate's pig trotter.

Seeing this, Zhang Xianyang's face revealed a bitter smile; he hadn't even moved his chopsticks yet, but two pieces of pig trotter had already been taken from his bowl by Zhou Zhengbang.

Seeing his movement, Sun Rongguang naturally didn't believe it.

At this moment he also couldn't bother with anything else; he picked up the serving chopsticks, disregarding Zhang Xianyang's dumbfounded expression, and also took a pig trotter from his bowl.

The pig trotter entered his mouth; Zhang Rongguang chewed twice, and his gaze brightened slightly.

Then, without a word, he took another piece: "The taste of this pig trotter... actually suits my palate quite well."

Seeing these two people taking turns with their chopsticks — you one chopstick, me one chopstick — several pieces of pig trotter disappeared from the bowl in an instant, and Zhang Xianyang grew anxious.