Chapter 255

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Protagonist:

Lu Feng

Who knew Lu Feng's movement would be even faster, directly taking that piece of beef along with the plate.

"Y-you, what are you doing?"

Fat Chef was bewildered by Lu Feng's action, frowning as he asked.

He noticed Lu Feng was wearing the restaurant's chef uniform, knowing he was a chef from another counter.

But instead of staying properly at his own counter, he brought a whole group of customers running over here to do what?

And even took away an entire piece of the best beef?

"I'm borrowing this piece of beef, I need to take it back to make fried noodles."

Lu Feng answered with a sentence, held the plate, turned around, and was about to leave.

"What?! Make fried noodles?"

Upon hearing this, Fat Chef's voice rose considerably: "Didn't you hear me just say this is M9 tenderloin? Do you know how much this beef costs per catty? You actually say you want to take it to make fried noodles? Isn't this a reckless waste of precious things!"

The surrounding diners, upon hearing this, also couldn't help but open their mouths wide in surprise.

"Holy cow! M9-grade tenderloin, at the Western Restaurant a small piece costs over three hundred!"

"Boss Lu is too domineering, right? Such good beef, actually used to make fried noodles?"

"Boss Lu is too great! Later this beef fried noodles, I must rush for it!"

Lu Feng turned his head to glance at Fat Chef, tone faint as he said: "What's wrong? Isn't this also beef? Can't it be used to make fried noodles?"

Fat Chef, upon hearing this, almost laughed from anger.

You use M9 tenderloin to make fried noodles, and still ask what's wrong?

Such expensive beef, is it for you to use to make fried noodles?

Why don't you just ascend to heaven?

"Put it down for me! This beef isn't ordinary beef! I still need to keep it for customers to make steaks, you can't take it away!"

Fat Chef was both anxious and angry, pointing at the plate in Lu Feng's hand and shouting loudly.

Lu Feng ignored him, turned around, and was about to leave.

"Hey, you stop right there!"

Fat Chef walked out from behind the display case, blocking Lu Feng's path.

He glanced to the side, happened to see the female manager wandering not far away, and immediately shouted loudly: "Manager! Manager! Hurry over! Someone wants to take the restaurant's high-grade beef to make fried noodles! You manage him!"

The female manager, hearing the sound, walked over quickly; seeing the scene before her, she couldn't help but frown slightly.

But immediately she noticed Lu Feng in the crowd, and the plate he held in his hand, and her brows relaxed again.

She waved her hand at the anxious-looking Fat Chef: "Let Master Chef Lu take it."

Fat Chef couldn't help but stare wide-eyed, simply not daring to believe his own ears.

"Manager, you're not joking, right? This is M9 tenderloin, he wants to take it to make some fried noodles, isn't this messing around? If the boss finds out……"

"I know, let Master Chef Lu use it, the boss has already agreed."

The female manager cut off his words, then thought for a moment, and spoke to him again: "Right, you go check the cold storage, see if there's any more stock of this beef, if there is, send all of it to the Staple Food Counter, so Master Chef Lu doesn't run out later."

"What? Still have to send it to him?"

Fat Chef's mouth opened wide enough to stuff an egg in, looking at the manager with an expression like looking at an alien: "Manager, the purchase price of this beef is……"

He was a bit doubtful, whether the manager took the wrong medicine today.

Lu Feng wants to take away the best beef from his side, she not only doesn't stop it.

Later she still wants him to continue sending supplies to him?

Using such good beef to make fried noodles for this wet-behind-the-ears kid, when did the restaurant's Staple Food Counter become so valued?

The female manager waved her hand somewhat impatiently, using her eyes to signal Fat Chef not to make a fuss over nothing.

Fat Chef, however, was a bit unconvinced, his voice even higher than before: "Manager, you can't be like this! This beef I specially kept for the later customers to make pan-fried steaks!"

Speaking, he reached out and pointed at the diners surrounding the display case: "Look! These people all came to eat my pan-fried steaks, he takes the beef away, what do I do later?"

The diners he pointed at were originally holding mobile phones filming; hearing this, they immediately put down their phones, laughing and waving their hands: "Master, you better not point at me, I'm not here to eat steak, I'm the one who's going to eat fried noodles later, hahaha……"

Fat Chef frowned, his gaze turning to the other diners.

"Master, don't look at me, I'm also here to eat fried noodles."

Another diner he was looking at also said laughing hahaha.

Following that, the surrounding diners also one after another expressed that they were all here to eat fried noodles.

Is today seeing a ghost or something?

Fat Chef's whole person was stunned silly.

He stared at this group of diners before him, unable to speak for half a day.

This is too outrageous, right?

This group of people not eating pan-fried steaks, instead specifically waiting to eat fried noodles?

Have they all never eaten fried noodles before?

Besides, isn't this a Seafood Buffet Restaurant?

Who comes to a restaurant just to eat staple food?

If this word got out, out of ten people, ten wouldn't believe it, right?

"Master, thanks for the beef. I'll have to trouble you to send some more to the Staple Food Counter later."

Lu Feng held his plate, smiling at the still-stunned fat master as he said a sentence.

Then he turned around and left, and the diners, seeing this, followed behind him, mightily heading toward the Staple Food Counter.

When they came it was exceptionally lively; when they left, they were just as ruthless.

The fat master froze in place, watching the backs of the group as they left, only feeling his head buzzing.

Just what kind of oddballs are these?

Did they come to the buffet restaurant to eat fried noodles?

……

With the passage of time, those diners who lived a bit farther away in the group also arrived at the restaurant one after another.

These people were just like the first batch of diners; after paying, they didn't hesitate a moment, directly diving into the restaurant.

When passing the Seafood Counter, they didn't even glance at it, directly rushing toward the Main Food Area.

Thus a strange scene appeared.

Clearly this was a seafood buffet restaurant, but there weren't many diners at the Seafood Counter, and it wasn't very lively.

In contrast, at the Main Food Area, the stoves roared, the sound of woks tossing never stopped for a moment, and it was bustling with activity.

The line at the Main Food Counter was also very long, becoming the liveliest place in the restaurant.

Before two o'clock, all the ingredients in the Main Food Area had been used up.

Lu Feng wiped the fine sweat from his forehead, and a familiar electronic voice sounded in his mind.

"Ding! Congratulations Host on completing the Sign-in Task, Reward Recipe: Full-Level Small Stir-Fried Pork Technique."

He smiled lightly; the task was finally successfully completed.

This also meant that today's temporary fried noodle master's work had also been perfectly concluded.

……

At the same time.

Sixth floor, Jiangcheng Television Station.

Wang Mo, the director and producer of the "Late Night Food" Program, held the U-disk in his hand, standing at the door of the Chief Editor Office.

The U-disk contained the interview content they filmed today at Hong'an Restaurant; as soon as the footage was edited, he brought it over.

He had watched the sample episode several times on the computer, feeling the quality was still quite good.

When he arrived at the door of the Chief Editor Office, for some reason, his heart felt inexplicably empty.