Chapter 245: Let You Open a Gourmet Shop, You Operate at 3 AM
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Protagonist:
Lu Feng
"I only have fried noodles for the main food here, would you like to try some?"
Lu Feng smiled at Luo Yong, then added, "One portion per person limit, can make small portions, three or four bites to finish, won't delay you eating seafood."
He also knew in his heart that those who come here to eat at the buffet are all here for the restaurant's seafood, and definitely don't want the main food taking up too much stomach space.
Hearing that the main food was only fried noodles, Luo Yong's face hesitated for a moment; he originally wanted to eat rice.
But thinking carefully, seafood flavors are all relatively light, eating with rice seems to have no flavor.
Fried noodles are different; pairing with seafood is just perfectly suitable.
Hearing again that Lu Feng just said the fried noodles can also be made in small portions, his eyes instantly brightened.
As for the one portion per person that Lu Feng mentioned just now, he didn't take it to heart at all.
With so much delicious seafood in this restaurant, who would eat several portions of main food in a row? Wouldn't that be too much of a loss?
One portion to pad the stomach is enough, just right to keep appetite for continuing to gorge on seafood.
"Okay, small portion is good, give me a small portion of shrimp fried noodles!"
Luo Yong said beaming with joy to Lu Feng.
After all, he came to eat seafood; even if it's fried noodles, it must have some things that swim in the water.
That way it doesn't count as waste.
"Wait a moment, ready right away."
Lu Feng nodded, turned around and walked to the stove to start the fire.
Luo Yong had nothing to do, curiously watching his process of making fried noodles.
He saw Lu Feng pour some cooking oil into the wok, oil hot stop vomiting casually put in the fresh shrimp meat prepared in advance on the side.
The wok went "sizzle", the shrimp's fresh flavor wrapped in oil fragrance instantly rushed out.
Lu Feng quickly stir-fried a few times, then grabbed a small handful of wet noodles.
With his proficient tossing pan movements, the noodles and shrimp meat continuously flew up and down.
Then put in seasonings, stir-fry a few more times, sprinkle chopped green onions before taking out of the wok.
In just two or three minutes' work, a portion of steaming hot shrimp fried noodles came out of the wok.
Throughout the process, Lu Feng's movements flowed like clouds and water, not a single noodle jumped out of the stove.
Luo Yong watched Lu Feng's proficient movements, then looked at the plate of fried noodles shining with oil, couldn't help but praise: "Master, your culinary skill is not bad!"
He recalled the buffet restaurants he went to before; the fried rice and fried noodles made by the masters there, some weren't even as good as those bought from street stalls outside.
Worthy of a high-end restaurant's main food, indeed different from other places.
"Thank you, your fried noodles are ready."
Hearing Luo Yong's exclamation of admiration, Lu Feng smiled and handed over the plated fried noodles.
Luo Yong took the plate, the aroma instantly rushed into his nose, he couldn't help but swallow his saliva.
Originally he thought the main food at a seafood buffet restaurant was put out just to make customers eat less seafood, used to make up the numbers, taste at most similar to street stalls outside.
But after this portion of fried noodles was served, just from the appearance, it was already much better than other places.
As for the taste, even more needless to say; the fried noodles' fragrance already made his mouth's saliva crazily secrete.
The seafood just eaten into his stomach, at this moment seemed to have disappeared, his stomach actually started gurgling again.
Luo Yong held the fried noodles, did not return to his original seat.
Just now Zhou Yang repeatedly instructed, cannot eat main food at the seafood city.
If he went back now and let him see the held fried noodles, he would definitely not escape being harshly complained about by the other party again.
He simply sat nearby in an empty seat not far from the main food area, impatiently picked up chopsticks, clamped a mouthful and put it into his mouth.
"Aiyo my mother ah!"
The fried noodles just entered his mouth, Luo Yong's eyes instantly widened round, his catchphrase involuntarily blurted out.
This flavor... is it fried noodles?
The fried noodles' wheat fragrance mixed with oil fragrance, instantly spread in his mouth.
The shrimp meat inside, the moment teeth bit down, fresh sweet juice splashed everywhere.
Various flavors in the mouth perfectly merged together, layer upon layer continuously stimulating the taste buds on his tongue.
How can there be such delicious fried noodles in this world?
Luo Yong's mind subconsciously flashed to the fried noodles he ate before at the street stall downstairs from the company.
Compared with this plate before his eyes, those were simply pig slop!
He originally still felt that the king crab, lobster and such he just ate tasted extremely good.
But now eating fried noodles in his mouth, he instantly felt those seafood all appeared pale in comparison.
Luo Yong swallowed the fried noodles in his mouth, held the plate and fiercely stood up.
He planned to take this fried noodles back to his seat, eat together with the seafood.
As for the Zhou Yang's complaints he would face, he already completely didn't care at this moment.
But he just prepared to leave, his nose smelling the fried noodles' emitted fragrance, instantly changed his mind again.
He suddenly felt that no seafood was worthy of entering his mouth together with this fried noodles.
All the flavors in this fried noodles had already reached a subtle balance.
If anything else were added, it would definitely ruin this perfect flavor.
This fried noodles must be eaten alone; that's the only correct way to eat it!
Luo Yong was completely conquered by the flavor of the fried noodles; he sat back down just as he had stood up, and picked up another chopsticksful.
The original small portion wasn't much to begin with, and after this bite of chopsticks, only a little was left on the plate.
Fried noodles this delicious—how could a small portion be enough?
Chewing the fried noodles in his mouth, Luo Yong suddenly remembered what Lu Feng had just said.
No way; after finishing this portion, I'll go ask the master for another one—this time I must eat a large portion!
Even if I have to beg, I have to eat my fill of this fried noodles!
He secretly made up his mind in his heart.
"Classmate, may I ask what you're eating?"
Luo Yong was happily eating his fried noodles when a cold voice suddenly rang out behind him.
The voice was sinister and cold, and a layer of cold sweat instantly broke out on his back.
He was startled out of his wits by this voice, and the fried noodles he was chewing almost sprayed out.
Luo Yong subconsciously covered his mouth, and only after a long while did he recover.
He turned his head slowly, only to see Zhou Yang standing behind him with his arms crossed.
His gaze was as if staring at a thief caught red-handed, his brow tightly furrowed.
"Damn! Are you a ghost? Don't you make any sound when you walk?"
Luo Yong patted his still-thumping chest and complained in an annoyed tone: "When did you come over? Why do you talk so sinisterly? Want to scare me to death and then inherit my Huabei?"
Zhou Yang ignored his complaint, gave a cold laugh, and pointed at the plate of fried noodles with little left, his tone full of exasperation: "Heh, if I made noise when I walked, could I have caught you kid sneaking food here?"
"What did I tell you when we came? We're here to eat seafood today! Among so many seafoods we can't usually eat, which one isn't worth more than this lousy fried noodles? Is there something wrong with your brain!"
Zhou Yang was almost driven mad by Luo Yong; clearly everything was fine when they came.
Who would have thought that in the time it took to turn his head, this kid had started eating fried noodles.
Want to eat fried noodles? You can eat it anywhere.
Must you eat it in this Seafood Buffet Restaurant?
End of Chapter
