Chapter 209

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Protagonist:

Lu Feng

Hearing Li Hong'an say this, Cheng Fan's momentum subsided slightly.

He feared no one, only the scolding of his master Qi Yunfeng.

This time leaving Jingcheng, his master repeatedly instructed him to restrain his temper.

He really didn't want to be scolded by his master over the phone.

"Alright alright, I'll make it for them right now, what's the rush!"

Cheng Fan replied irritably, head lowered as he walked back to the kitchen.

His eyes still held thick unwillingness.

This grievance, I'll get it back sooner or later!

Lu Feng, you just wait!

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At seven in the evening, Garden Road Food Street in Jiangcheng.

At the small stall carts in front of Lu Family Restaurant, each stall owner was loudly hawking their own wares.

"Come come come! Try the fried skewers! Ingredients guaranteed fresh, delicious without filling you up!"

"Freshly stir-fried sugar-roasted chestnuts! Made and sold on the spot! Essential snack for killing time while queuing!"

"Candied hawthorn on a stick! Five yuan a stick! Sweet and sour, whets the appetite, makes Boss Lu's food taste even more fragrant later!"

The rising and falling hawking voices attracted quite a few people, the entire food street appeared incomparably lively.

Right now Lu Feng still hadn't arrived, the main gate remained tightly shut, yet quite a few diners had already gathered at the entrance.

"Why hasn't Boss Lu opened the door yet?"

The speaker was Sun Qiming, who hadn't come yesterday; he sat at the fried skewer stall opposite the restaurant.

He still held a freshly fried pork tenderloin skewer in his hand, took two bites then fixed his gaze on the restaurant's main gate.

Ever since his first visit to Lu Feng's place, after tasting the xiaolongbao flavor, he was conquered by Lu Feng's culinary skill.

He was originally a foodie; otherwise he wouldn't have eaten his 1.7-meter height up to 170 jin in weight.

Sun Qiming could also count as one of Lu Feng's loyal regular customers; he came almost every business day.

If it weren't for his legs going soft and being unable to walk yesterday, he absolutely would not have missed yesterday's red braised pork.

Yesterday he lay on his dormitory bed, listening to his roommates vividly describe the red braised pork's flavor, his stomach gurgling non-stop.

Learning he had missed such deliciousness, Sun Qiming's intestines nearly turned green with regret.

Had he known, he shouldn't have gone bungee jumping back then.

At night he even dreamed he was eating red braised pork; just as he picked up a piece with chopsticks but hadn't eaten it yet, the alarm clock rang.

When he woke, the pillow was wet a large patch.

Whether it was drool or tears of regret, even he couldn't tell clearly.

Today as soon as afternoon classes ended, Sun Qiming dragged his roommates running to the food street in a frantic hurry.

"Look at your lack of composure."

Wu Hao gnawed a bite of fried chicken leg, chewing as he spoke: "It's only just past seven, Boss Lu doesn't open until nine!"

He also hadn't eaten Lu Feng's red braised pork yesterday.

Yesterday the fried skewer boss had only fried halfway before running off to queue.

Distressed that the money already spent hadn't reached his mouth, he stubbornly waited over half an hour.

Until the fried skewer uncle finished eating at Lu Feng's, returned with a satisfied face, and finished making his skewers before he left.

Today he got smart.

To prevent yesterday's situation recurring, he waited until the fried skewer uncle finished frying all the skewers before paying.

In a coffee shop not far from Lu Feng's shop, at the window seats, sat Grandpa Qin and his three old partners.

Coffee shops used to only attract young people.

Suddenly four white-haired old grandpas appeared, drawing quite a few curious glances; even the front desk young lady couldn't help but frequently look sideways.

The four old grandpas completely ignored the surrounding gazes, cracking melon seeds around the table, each with a small pile of seed shells in front of them.

"Old Qin, aren't we going over a bit earlier today?"

Liu Zhen Guo lowered his head to check his watch again, looking somewhat unable to sit still: "If we dawdle a bit more we'll have to queue, today's red braised pork we won't get to eat!"

"What are you anxious for? Yesterday's red braised pork flavor, haven't you all already tasted it?"

Grandpa Qin unhurriedly cracked melon seeds, his expression quite calm.

"We tasted it, but I only ate one piece, and didn't even get to savor the flavor!"

Liu Zhen Guo grumbled irritably, craning his neck to keep looking outside.

If the other three weren't still sitting there composed and unruffled, he would already be unable to hold back from going out to queue.

Yesterday's portion of red braised pork, he ate too fast.

Just as he chewed out a bit of flavor, before he could carefully taste it he swallowed it down.

On the way back, listening to Grandpa Qin and the other two discussing the red braised pork's flavor, he couldn't get a word in, generating a belly full of stifled anger.

"Don't rush, if nothing unexpected happens, Xiao Lu will definitely make a new dish today."

Grandpa Qin spoke slowly, his tone full of certainty: "Plenty of people will want the new dish; when the time comes everyone ahead will be eyeing the new dish, the red braised pork instead won't be so hotly contested, your portion won't be missing."

Liu Zhen Guo listened to Qin Ye's analysis, and his tightly furrowed brows gradually relaxed.

He touched his chin, thought carefully, and it seemed that was indeed the case.

At the entrance of Lu Feng's Shop, the queue had not officially started yet, but quite a few people had already gathered.

They clustered together in twos and threes, all talking about yesterday's Red Braised Pork.

"Sigh, I was just a little late yesterday, and I watched helplessly as the last portion of Red Braised Pork was taken away by an old man."

Programmer Ma Wenliang rubbed his stomach, his tone full of regret.

Two colleagues followed beside him, and upon hearing his complaint, they couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"What's that supposed to be?"

The colleague beside him smiled and took over the conversation: "At least you ate some yesterday; we two worked overtime until past eleven yesterday, finally rushed over, hadn't even gotten in line when they closed the door, smelled the aroma at the entrance for a long time, and finally went back with empty stomachs."

"I didn't get any of yesterday's Red Braised Pork either."

A steady voice joined in; Ma Wenliang and the others turned to look, seeing Zhao Zhenhui looking at them with a face full of regret.

Yesterday, because he was busy with company matters, he arrived a bit late.

By the time he arrived at Food Street, those twenty portions of Red Braised Pork had already sold out.

"Hearing those who ate it yesterday say that the Red Braised Pork melts in the mouth, is fatty but not greasy, just hearing about it is tempting; today I absolutely must taste it."

As soon as these words were spoken, a round of agreement immediately rose around them.

"That's right; yesterday I didn't get to eat it, and I smelled the aroma inside the shop for over half an hour before I could bear to leave!"

"What Red Braised Pork? Seeing you all talking so eagerly, is it really that delicious?"

"Newcomer, right? Let me tell you, you absolutely must not doubt Boss Lu's culinary skill; I guarantee you'll be speechless after one bite!"

"Exactly! If you get a bite today, I guarantee you'll want to come again next time!"

"My colleague ate some yesterday, came back and told me, and I couldn't stop drooling; today I deliberately skipped dinner to come!"

"I don't know if Boss Lu will come out with a new dish today; yesterday's Red Braised Pork is also delicious, which one to choose... sigh! Is that Boss Lu's car?"

A group of people were discussing when a low engine sound came from the parking lot not far away.

Someone with sharp eyes recognized the black Maybach that had just stopped at a glance.