Chapter 21: You're Told to Open a Food Shop, But You Operate at 3 AM

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Protagonist:

Lu Feng

Xiao Feilong deeply regretted it — how could he have lost control and eaten them all in one go?

He glanced around; those customers who had already bought xiaolongbao were now burying their heads and wolfing them down.

Smelling the alluring fragrance wafting from all directions, Xiao Feilong's saliva couldn't help but secrete wildly in his mouth.

For someone of his build, six xiaolongbao the size of a child's fist weren't even enough to stick between his teeth.

His gaze swept over the faces in the hall, each beaming with happiness as they ate, and Xiao Feilong's eyes suddenly lit up.

That male student who had just recognized his mukbang identity happened to be passing by Xiao Feilong carrying the xiaolongbao he had bought.

He hurriedly stood up, walked over quickly, sat down next to the male student, and greeted him enthusiastically: "Hello there, are you my fan?"

Liang Bin, who had just bought the shrimp xiaolongbao, looked up and saw Xiao Feilong looking at him with a face full of smiles.

"Yeah yeah! Brother Feilong! I've followed you for half a year! I've watched all your videos, they're so good with rice!"

Seeing the streamer he followed greet him, Liang Bin instantly grew a bit excited.

He didn't even notice Xiao Feilong's gaze lingering from time to time on the xiaolongbao in front of him.

"Great, brother, right now I have a small favor... wonder if you'd be willing to help me out?"

"Brother Feilong, just say it! As long as it's not asking for my xiaolongbao, anything else you can just say!"

"..."

The words Xiao Feilong had right on the tip of his tongue instantly had to be swallowed back down.

Good grief, turns out he was on guard early on!

"The xiaolongbao really won't do?"

"Won't do!"

"Then can I buy this portion of yours?"

"Won't do!"

"I'll pay double!"

"Won't do!"

"Five times! Five times the price, that work?"

"Ten times won't do either!"

Liang Bin clutched the xiaolongbao tight in his arms, like an old mother hen desperately protecting her chicks.

Xiao Feilong looked at the impervious Liang Bin with a speechless face, a bit doubtful in his heart whether he was truly his fan.

As his mukbang fame grew larger and larger, no matter where he went he would be warmly entertained.

Those shops, in order to invite him for promotion, not only let him eat his fill for free but also had to pay him advertising fees.

Of course Xiao Feilong himself also had principles — only shops he found delicious would he help promote.

Those unscrupulous merchants who wanted to use him to attract traffic and harvest a wave of leeks, no matter how much advertising fee they gave, he would never go.

He, already accustomed to being chased after by fans and merchants, felt a bit maladjusted upon arriving at Lu Feng's shop.

Not only did the boss not let him eat his fill, even spending money to buy a fan's xiaolongbao was ruthlessly refused.

"Alright brother, I won't go after your xiaolongbao, can you let me film a video segment?"

Xiao Feilong sighed, only able to endure his stomach's protests and compromise.

Originally he came today precisely to film a video; if he just went back like this, today's video content would have to be scrapped.

"Really? Then no problem!" This time Liang Bin answered without the slightest hesitation.

Xiao Feilong nodded, took out filming equipment from the bag he carried, and first filmed an opening script facing his own face.

"Hey there all you foodies, today Xiao Feilong is bringing everyone out for a feast again..."

After filming, he even switched several angles and recorded again; a single opening script took over ten minutes to film.

Although Xiao Feilong wasn't a professional photography student, he filmed every video very seriously, insisting on achieving the most perfect visual effect.

Liang Bin at the side waited until the saliva in his mouth nearly flowed onto the table, finally hearing Xiao Feilong say to him: "Alright, next up is your lens."

"Brother Feilong, what should I do, teach me!"

Liang Bin wasn't a professional actor after all; facing the lens he still couldn't help but get nervous, even holding his chopsticks backwards.

Xiao Feilong could only try his best to comfort him not to be nervous, just be natural.

As Liang Bin opened the steamer basket holding the xiaolongbao, a burst of steaming white mist mixed with fragrance instantly rushed out.

This shop's steamer baskets have good heat retention.

The moment Xiao Feilong saw the white mist he was a bit surprised — xiaolongbao left for over ten minutes still steaming hot was also rarely seen.

Next he hurriedly leaned close to the steamer basket, giving the still-steaming xiaolongbao several close-up shots.

Xiao Feilong felt this was the best close-up shot he had ever filmed.

It wasn't that his filming technique was that good, but the xiaolongbao's own appearance was extremely perfect, simply an artwork.

No matter from which angle it was filmed, the picture presented made one's appetite surge.

During filming, the xiaolongbao's fragrance kept drilling into his nose, making him unable to help but swallow saliva hard several times.

Able to see but not eat — is there anything more torturous than this?

Under Xiao Feilong's eye signal, Liang Bin extended his chopsticks toward the xiaolongbao.

Due to excessive nervousness, his hand holding the chopsticks trembled a bit; he tried to pick them up several times but couldn't get the xiaolongbao clamped.

Seeing this scene, Xiao Feilong couldn't help but feel anxious.

If the shots of eating were too stiff, it would feel deliberate, which was not the effect he wanted.

But he couldn't speak up to remind him, otherwise it would make Liang Bin even more nervous.

Moreover, there was only this one portion of xiaolongbao before him; if it wasn't filmed well, even reshooting would be troublesome.

If it really didn't work, he would only keep the close-up shots during editing.

Xiao Feilong could only decide this silently to himself.

At the same time, he once again regretted deeply that he hadn't held back from eating xiaolongbao.

If he went up to film it himself, he definitely could film the most perfect effect.

At this moment, Liang Bin finally clamped onto a xiaolongbao and carefully placed it into his mouth.

The next second, the expression on his face changed instantly.

An indescribable supreme deliciousness spread from his mouth throughout his body, making his whole person become excited.

What camera, what internet celebrity, at that moment all seemed to disappear.

Before him were only these fragrant xiaolongbao.

Seeing the changes in Liang Bin's expression and movements, Xiao Feilong's eyes lit up instantly.

Yes! That was the feeling!

It was that expression of being unable to extricate oneself from enjoying delicious food!

Who said amateurs have no camera presence?

Liang Bin's cheeks were puffed out; the bun in his mouth hadn't been swallowed yet, and his chopsticks couldn't help but hurry to clamp onto the next one as he ate heartily.

Watching him put the bun into his mouth, chewing while his face beamed with a happy and satisfied smile.

Xiao Feilong understood: it was the deliciousness of the xiaolongbao that made him ignore the camera's existence.

And that initial nervousness, followed by eating to the point of forgetting oneself, precisely could express the deliciousness of the xiaolongbao.

This feeling, Xiao Feilong felt that even if it were him, he might not have the confidence to fully express it.

Through the mobile phone screen, Liang Bin's incredibly realistic eating appearance made him feel the saliva in his mouth was about to flow out.

Finally, Liang Bin swallowed the last bite of the bun and let out a loud, satisfied burp.

Only then did he suddenly remember that he was still serving as material for an internet celebrity!

"Fatty Ge, how is it? Is the effect not great?" Liang Bin asked somewhat anxiously in his heart.

Xiao Feilong swallowed the saliva in his mouth and gave Liang Bin a thumbs-up.

"Perfect! Better than Optimus!"