Chapter 194: You're Told to Open a Food Shop, But You Operate at 3 AM

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Protagonist:

Lu Feng

"Brother, Lu Boss's shop has always been like this, none of us said anything, do you really need to make such a fuss?"

A rough voice came from the doorway, the young man followed the sound and glanced at the doorway, his face instantly turning a bit pale.

A sturdy figure turned back from the doorway, this person still had some braised sauce at the corner of his mouth, looking like a diner who had just finished eating Red Braised Pork and was preparing to leave.

He was wearing a white tank top, the words "Shuo Mei Fitness Hall" printed on the tank top were stretched somewhat out of shape by his bulging muscles, the biceps on his arms looked as hard as stone.

The muscular man walked over, reached out and patted the young man's shoulder: "If you're not satisfied, don't come again in the future, save yourself the trouble, and save us the trouble too."

The young man looked at that man's iron-tower-like build, couldn't help swallowing, retreated two steps, hid behind another diner, and couldn't help muttering in his heart: Where did this human-shaped tank come from?

Just now his shoulder was only lightly patted by that muscular man, but right now he felt half his body go numb, as if struck by a sledgehammer a few times.

Although the young man was a bit scared in his heart, the arrogance on his face still didn't diminish.

He just trained to be a bit harder than others, what's so great about that?

He just looks scary, actually all show and no substance.

If he throws a punch, the next second he'll be kneeling on the ground.

Kneeling and begging me not to die.

The young man swallowed, his voice a bit weak: "What, I complain a couple sentences and you want to hit someone? I'm a customer here to eat! You dare touch me, just try it, let's see if I file a complaint against this shop!"

"Hiss... Brother, when did I say I'd hit you?"

The muscular man frowned, then raised both hands to show he hadn't moved, and said loudly to the surroundings: "Everyone saw it, I didn't touch a single finger of his!"

Then he used his peripheral vision to glance at the young man, a few parts sinister smile on his face: "It's just that there are too many people in the shop today, if I accidentally bump into him later, that's also unintentional, can't count as me doing it on purpose!"

"Right right right, Lu Boss's shop has this many people, a bit of bumping and jostling is perfectly normal."

A queuing diner in the line held back laughter and chimed in.

"Huh? Seems like I dropped some money..."

The diner blocking the front of the young man rolled his eyes, lowered his head to look around on the ground, then naturally walked to the side, staying far away.

Seeing this, the other diners also tacitly turned their gazes elsewhere.

Seeing the muscular man grinning fiercely and approaching step by step, the young man couldn't help his hair standing on end: "You... don't come over!"

"What's going on?"

A steady question suddenly came from the kitchen direction, Lu Feng walked out frowning.

He had also noticed the dispute noise here just now, originally didn't pay it mind.

But seeing the atmosphere getting a bit tense, Hu Xiaoyun also frequently casting pleading looks at him, he immediately walked out.

He didn't want a fight between diners to break out in his own operated shop.

"You're the boss?"

The young man saw Lu Feng walk out, like he'd grabbed a lifesaving straw, hurriedly walked a few steps toward Lu Feng's side.

He looked Lu Feng up and down, his tone hardening again: "I came to your place to eat, just complained a couple sentences, he came up wanting to hit someone, you indulge your employees like this, who'll dare come to your shop to eat in the future?"

Lu Feng frowned, his gaze scanning over the young man.

His ears aren't bad, just now the young man's words he heard clearly in the kitchen.

This young man in front of him was picking faults in the shop, didn't look like an ordinary diner at all, seemed a bit like he was deliberately looking for trouble.

Lu Feng didn't answer the young man's words, looked at the muscular man standing to the side: "Brother Zhao, don't move for now."

"Sorry Lu Boss, I didn't want to fight in your place."

The muscular man's name is Zhao Yan, a coach at a fitness hall near Food Street, hearing Lu Feng's words he embarrassedly touched his head: "I saw this kid hadn't stopped causing trouble since he entered, I couldn't stand listening anymore, just wanted to scare him a bit."

"That's right! We all heard what this kid said just now, it was pretty infuriating, purely nitpicking!"

The surrounding diners also chimed in noisily.

Lu Feng waved his hand, the crowd quieted down, only then did he look at that young man, saying calmly: "Since this shop opened, it's always been these rules, if you're here to eat, I'm very welcome."

"But if you're borrowing eating to come find trouble, then sorry, please leave, and don't come again in the future."

The young man felt a bit weak in his heart under Lu Feng's gaze, he also knew his behavior just now had provoked public anger.

He hmphed, arms crossed in front of his chest, mouth still unyielding: "Of course I'm here to eat, otherwise why would I run to your broken shop in the middle of the night?"

"Hiss... you kid, that mouth of yours..."

Zhao Yan saw his mouth still wasn't honest, rolled up his sleeves and was about to step forward.

"Forget it forget it, Brother Zhao don't bother with him."

Lu Feng shook his head, stopped Zhao Yan's movement, then turned and walked toward the kitchen.

As he was leaving, he specifically told Hu Xiaoyun in a low voice: "Keep an eye on him, if he stirs up trouble again, call me immediately."

Hu Xiaoyun hurriedly nodded, after Lu Feng returned to the kitchen, she bowed slightly to the diners, saying apologetically: "Sorry for delaying everyone's time, queuing customers continue ordering!"

The somewhat tense atmosphere in the hall instantly relaxed, the diners still ordered in an orderly fashion.

At Grandpa Qin's table, the four old men also withdrew their gazes.

"Old Qin, need to send someone to watch that kid?"

Liu Zhen Guo narrowed his eyes, fingers lightly tapping on the table.

That young man's unruly appearance just now reminded him of when he was young and served as an instructor, often encountering some thorny heads.

"Forget it forget it, trivial little matter."

Grandpa Qin waved his hand, shook his head with a completely unconcerned face, "Young people are all more hot-blooded, this matter Xiao Lu can resolve himself, us few old geezers shouldn't add to the chaos."

The other three also nodded, their gazes falling once more onto that plate of Red Braised Pork at the very center of the table.

The Red Braised Pork in the plate was stacked in a tower shape, each piece the size of a mahjong tile, coated in thick sauce, presenting a jujube-red color.

Fat and lean alternated on the pieces of meat, with a layer of translucent oil sheen on the surface.

Lu Feng's Red Braised Pork was not like those high-end restaurants that put green leaves on top as decoration; it was simply six pieces of meat stacked neatly, not even a sprinkle of scallion flowers.

But even so, the appearance of the Red Braised Pork itself was enough to arouse the diners' deep-seated desire to eat.

The Red Braised Pork in the plate exuded a rich fragrance; if one distinguished carefully, one could also smell the sweet caramel scent within the fragrance, the barbecue-like meat fragrance, and a faint grassy and woody aroma.

These several fragrances blended together, combining to form the irresistible fragrance of the Red Braised Pork.

This flavor—even for those weight-loss people who deeply hate and detest fatty meat—after smelling it, they couldn't help but have their appetites whetted.

Compared to the little disturbance just now, this plate of steaming hot Red Braised Pork before their eyes was the real business.

"Old Qin, this Red Braised Pork... how do we few divide it?"

Zhao Jian Hua looked at the bright red pieces of meat in the plate, the saliva in his mouth almost unable to be held back.