Chapter 187: Let You Open a Food Shop, You Open for Business at Three in the Morning

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Protagonist:

Lu Feng

At exactly seven in the evening, the gate of Lu Family Restaurant on Food Street was still tightly shut, yet dozens of people had already gathered at the entrance.

These were diners who had rushed over early after seeing the message in the group chat.

It was still earlier than the announced opening time, and no queue had formed at the entrance yet.

It was just around mealtime now, and the aroma from the snack stall at the entrance of Lu Feng's shop kept wafting out, attracting some of the diners.

However, experienced regulars at this time would not let themselves eat too full.

"Do you think Boss Lu will come out with a new dish this week?"

Wang Yu from Dormitory 203 of Jiangcheng University took a bite of freshly fried skewers, his eyes constantly fixed on the movements at the entrance of Lu Feng's shop.

Standing in front of him were several boys also eating skewers, they were from the neighboring Dormitory 202.

"There will definitely be new dishes, but I still plan to eat last week's Pig Trotter Noodles today."

Wu Hao, the monitor of Dormitory 202, smacked his lips, savoring the taste of the Pig Trotter Noodles he had eaten at Boss Lu's shop last week: "Boss Lu's Pig Trotter Noodles are so fragrant! I'll never forget them after eating them once!"

His roommates who had never eaten Pig Trotter Noodles couldn't help but swallow their saliva listening to his words.

Wang Yu smiled and patted Wu Hao, suddenly thinking of something: "Right, this week Boss Lu's business hours, it seems were posted by your dorm's Sun Qiming? Why didn't he casually ask Boss Lu what new dish is coming out today?"

While saying this, he glanced at the few boys beside Wu Hao, but did not see Sun Qiming's figure, and couldn't help but ask curiously: "Where is Sun Qiming? Don't you guys usually come together? Why didn't we see him today?"

"Don't mention it."

Wu Hao curled his lips, his face full of envy, jealousy, and hatred, lowering his voice to say to Wang Yu: "Today is Valentine's Day, this kid probably had a blast, he went out with his girlfriend early in the morning."

"When he came back in the afternoon, I saw him completely drained! His face was white as paper... when we left, this guy was still lying in bed!"

"Tsk tsk tsk... this guy's body is no good!"

Wang Yu couldn't help but smack his lips after hearing this, but his eyes were also full of envy: "Having a partner is really good..."

The few of them chatted for a while longer, Wu Hao took out his mobile phone to check the time, and glanced once more toward the entrance of Food Street.

Usually Lu Feng would ride his Xiao Dian Lu over from that direction.

He muttered somewhat doubtfully: "It's already seven ten now, Boss Lu usually comes an hour or two early to prepare ingredients, right? Why haven't we seen him yet?"

He didn't speak loudly, but it was still heard by several diners nearby with sharp ears.

After Wu Hao said this, several diners around also furrowed their brows tightly.

"Didn't they say Boss Lu opens at nine today? Could it be false information?" The office worker in a plaid shirt looked at the watch on his wrist, his tone somewhat dissatisfied.

"Probably not, they even posted Boss Lu's photo in the group, maybe something delayed him?"

A cute-looking girl beside him immediately retorted, and took out her phone to pull up the chat records from this morning.

"What could happen to Boss Lu?"

The scalper uncle squatting on the steps at Lu Feng's door smoked a cigarette, his tone carrying a bit of teasing: "Could it be he forgot to charge his Xiao Dian Lu last night, and is pushing it now?"

As soon as he said this, he immediately drew fierce glares from several diners.

Who is this? Isn't this cursing Boss Lu?

If what he says comes true, none of us will get to eat Boss Lu's food tonight, can you take responsibility?

The scalper uncle was glared at by their eyes, his hand shook in fright, he dropped his cigarette butt and didn't dare pick it up, slinking away to the side.

"Boss Lu absolutely must not have any trouble! I haven't eaten anything tonight, I deliberately saved my stomach!"

"I rushed over from City South right after getting off work, if Boss Lu doesn't open tonight, I'll have made a wasted trip!"

The scalper uncle's words also made many diners feel uneasy in their hearts, and they couldn't help but start silently praying in their hearts.

"Young people, don't be so impatient, Xiao Lu has been running his shop for so long, when has he ever stood everyone up?"

A calm voice came from the crowd, everyone looked over, and Qin Ye was standing at the shop entrance, leisurely fanning himself.

"Exactly! Boss Lu opens at nine, there's still over an hour now, what are you rushing for?"

Someone among the diners chimed in: "Those who can't wait can just go back first, leaving early is also good, fewer people means I can queue for a shorter time..."

As soon as he said this, he immediately drew glares from many people, but the diners' chatter did quiet down a bit.

Everyone was still discussing, and no one noticed that a low engine sound suddenly came from the distance.

Diners often drove private cars over, and occasionally delivery small cars would stop, so this engine sound did not attract much attention.

Wang Yu was holding skewers and eating with relish, casually glancing toward the parking lot, the chewing motion in his mouth suddenly stopped, and he couldn't help but widen his eyes.

"Brother Hao, look over there... is that... a Maybach?"

Wang Yu stared fixedly at the black car that had just stopped, tugged at Wu Hao's arm, and asked in a very surprised tone.

Wu Hao was wearing a lewd smile, discussing Sun Qiming in the dorm with his roommate beside him, and after hearing Wang Yu's words, he turned his head somewhat impatiently: "What Maybach? How could there be a... fuck?"

His words weren't finished yet, his gaze swept over the black Maybach in the distance, and he froze on the spot.

The black Maybach had just come to a steady stop, its smooth lines and noble texture, compared to the several family cars worth over ten thousand around it, were especially eye-catching.

In a place like Food Street, luxury cars worth over a million rarely appeared.

Even Zhao Zhenhui, who sent red packets in the group without hesitation, usually only drove a gray BMW when coming to Food Street.

"My goodness... this car must be worth several million, right?"

Wu Hao opened his mouth wide, his eyes fixed straight on the Maybach in the parking lot, clicking his tongue in amazement: "Looks like Boss Lu's culinary skills have attracted truly rich people... fuck?"

His words weren't finished yet, and after seeing the person who got out of the car, his mouth opened wide again.

"Brother Yu, your eyes are good, help me look, the person who got out of the car... is it Boss Lu?"

Wu Hao swallowed his saliva, and couldn't help but pat Wang Yu.

Wang Yu looked closely and subconsciously shouted: "It really is Lu Boss!"

The diners around heard their commotion and couldn't help but look toward the parking lot; after a brief silence, they instantly erupted into an uproar.

"Damn! It really is Lu Boss! How is he driving a Maybach?"

"Last week Lu Boss was still riding an electric scooter, and this week he's switched to a Maybach?"

"Oh my god! I thought Lu Boss couldn't drive, and he comes in a Maybach right away—isn't that too explosive?"

"Is Lu Boss really that rich? Driving a luxury car worth millions, yet running a small restaurant on Food Street?"

Everyone was instantly shocked by this scene and talked animatedly.

Lu Feng got out of the car, took out the food ingredient box from the trunk, and walked toward the restaurant.

From far away, he heard everyone talking animatedly about his Maybach.

Before he could reach the store entrance, the diners swarmed over.

"Lu Boss, is that Maybach rented or bought?"

The office worker at the front pointed at the parking lot behind Lu Feng and asked with a surprised face.

But as soon as his words fell, he was immediately squeezed aside by several diners nearby.

"Lu Boss, forget about the Maybach for now! We haven't eaten your food in two days—haven't you noticed I've starved thin? Is it really open from nine to twelve today?"

"Boss! What's the new dish today? I haven't eaten anything tonight, I've been saving my stomach!"

Lu Feng stood at the door and said to the diners swarming over with a smile: "Everyone should have seen it in the group, the business hours this week are indeed nine to twelve; besides, today's new dish is Red Braised Pork, but the quantity is not much, probably only twenty portions."

"Red Braised Pork?!"

As soon as Lu Feng said this, those diners who originally planned to surround Lu Feng and keep asking about the car instantly forgot about the Maybach.

Indeed, compared to luxury cars, these foodies' attention was still on the food.

Red Braised Pork—that was a big dish!

With Lu Boss's heaven-defying culinary skill, who could imagine how delicious it would be!

Lu Feng greeted a few regular customers at the door, then carried the food ingredient box into the shop.

He had just stepped inside when the diners behind him had already started queuing.

It was clearly still early before business hours, but they were already impatient.

Lu Boss had just said that Red Braised Pork had only twenty portions; if they didn't queue early, they'd only be able to watch others eat.

At the fried skewers stall in front of Lu Feng's shop, Wang Yu stuffed the skewers in his hand into Wu Hao's hand and shouted quickly: "Brother Hao, eat them for me! I'm going to queue!"

Wu Hao's roommates looked at each other and also dropped their skewers and ran off.

"Damn! Wait for me! My skewers aren't done yet! I already paid!"

Wu Hao stared at their backs running toward the queue, feeling both anxious and angry.

He couldn't help but look at the stall owner, and was about to ask if they could deliver them to him after frying.

Unexpectedly, the fried skewers uncle turned off the heat quickly and gave him an apologetic smile: "Young man, sorry, I'm going to queue first; you can take whatever you want to eat!"

Watching the fried skewers uncle's back running away, Wu Hao stood in place, somewhat bewildered...

Take whatever I want?

But uncle, who will fry skewers for me if you leave?