Chapter 258

·

·

·

Protagonist:

Lu Feng

"Alright, then this time I'll be responsible for adding commentary on the side."

Seeing his confident look, Han Lu breathed a sigh of relief, then turned to the cameraman sitting in the car: "Brother Zhang, just film casually later. If it's not good, we can fix it in post. Don't make it too complicated, don't waste time."

She was worried the cameraman would take the lens too seriously, and if they offended the boss, they'd be kicked out of the shop.

After all, he had already refused once; this time they had to get the footage no matter what.

"Got it, Host Han, don't worry."

The cameraman nodded. He also knew this mission was quite difficult, so he didn't say anything more.

"We're here, get out."

The interview car slowly stopped in the parking lot next to Food Street.

Wang Mo took a deep breath, looking through the car window at the Lu Family Restaurant sign not far away, and called for everyone to get out.

Pushing open the car door, a wave of heat mixed with various fragrances hit them, and several people swallowed their saliva silently.

For this interview, they hadn't even had time to eat dinner.

Now smelling the various food fragrances on Food Street, their stomachs felt empty.

Wang Mo thought of Lu Feng's lukewarm attitude yesterday, and his expression turned somewhat gloomy.

"Hurry up, don't waste time. Finish recording early so we can go eat something."

Wang Mo waved to the two and walked toward Lu Feng's Shop.

After walking closer, they discovered the shop's gate was tightly closed, but quite a few people were gathered at the door.

Some diners were eating things from the street stalls at the door, occasionally glancing toward the parking lot; some squatted on the steps at the door scrolling on their phones; others gathered in groups of three or five, laughing and chatting.

So many people gathered near the shop's tightly closed gate, yet not a single person felt impatient because the door wasn't open.

Except for Wang Mo, who had just arrived at Food Street.

"What's going on? Isn't the boss opening today?"

Wang Mo frowned at the shop's tightly closed gate, his tone somewhat impatient.

Yesterday when he came here, he encountered Lu Feng's lukewarm attitude, and then got scolded by the Chief Editor.

Originally he already held a grudge against Lu Feng's shop; now seeing the shop door not even open, he lost all patience.

He turned his head and said to Han Lu and the cameraman behind him: "Should we just leave first? How can we film if the door isn't open? Are we supposed to just film the storefront?"

Han Lu, however, stood still in place. She reached out and opened the investigation report that Chief Editor Chen had given her before, pointing to one page, and sighed somewhat helplessly.

"Editor Wang, the material Chief Editor Chen gave you—you really didn't look at any of it? It's written clearly: this shop's business hours are not fixed. This week it opens at nine every night. It's only six-thirty now, still early!"

"It doesn't open until nine? Why didn't you say so earlier?"

Wang Mo's brow furrowed even tighter. He raised his wrist to check the time: "So we have to wait two and a half hours? What do we do during this time? Just stand here waiting?"

"No choice, we can only keep waiting."

Han Lu spread her hands, her gaze sweeping over the diners around: "Aren't they waiting too? To make so many people willingly wait over two hours, this shop might really have something special. Otherwise, the Chief Editor wouldn't insist on interviewing Lu Boss."

"It really is special. Opening at nine-thirty, and the hours aren't even fixed every week. This boss's opening hours are too inhuman, aren't they?"

Wang Mo couldn't help but start complaining, his voice much louder: "I really don't know why the Chief Editor took a fancy to this shop, and insists on interviewing him..."

His voice immediately caught the attention of several diners nearby, who couldn't help but look over at them.

"Editor Wang, keep your voice down."

Although Han Lu was also somewhat unwilling in her heart, they were outside now and represented the television station's image, so she quickly tugged his arm and whispered to persuade him.

Hearing their conversation, a diner nearby who was skewering fried skewers curiously poked his head over: "Hey? You want to interview Lu Boss?"

Wang Mo still had anger pent up in his stomach and had no intention of responding.

Han Lu, however, answered with a smile: "Yes, we're from Jiangcheng Television Station. We came here specifically to interview Lu Boss."

Saying this, she looked at the shop's tightly closed gate and casually asked: "Lu Boss doesn't open until nine every day, right? You and all these people around, why did you come so early?"

"Ai! One look and I can tell you've never eaten at Lu Boss's shop!"

That diner, upon hearing that Wang Mo and the others were from the television station, hurriedly wiped the oil from his mouth, then said: "Lu Boss's culinary skill is too good. Every time people come to eat here, there are many. This week's newly released Red Braised Pork, Tea Eggs, and such are limited daily. If you don't come early, you won't be able to eat even if you want to!"

Then he looked at the expressions on Wang Mo and the others' faces, and suddenly thought of something: "By the way, you're not here to eat, but don't worry. Lu Boss will come over early to prepare ingredients around seven this week. I think in about half an hour, he should be here."

Hearing this, Wang Mo and Han Lu looked at each other, and finally felt somewhat better in their hearts.

Half an hour wasn't too long.

The diners around, hearing that the television station had come to interview Lu Feng, all gathered over.

"You're reporters? Let me tell you, you should have come earlier!"

A young man in a plaid shirt said loudly with an excited face: "Lu Boss's culinary skill is the best I've ever seen! Yesterday I watched the livestream and came over, ate the Lion's Head he made. My goodness! That was simply the most delicious thing I've ever eaten in my life!"

"And Lu Boss's Tea Eggs!"

Another young girl followed up, not willing to be outdone: "The Tea Eggs the boss makes are not the kind commonly seen on the street. I heard with my own ears yesterday that those Tea Eggs are boiled with Qimen Black Tea, and the top-grade kind at that!"

"Right! I tasted that Tea Egg, and the flavor is indeed extraordinary. I guarantee you absolutely haven't eaten it!"

The diner next to the girl nodded repeatedly, echoing loudly with a reminiscent look.

"Qimen Black Tea? And the top-grade kind?"

Wang Mo had originally been uninterested in what these diners were saying, but hearing this, he couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air.

He had been an editor-director for these years, had been to several tea expos, and knew something about tea leaves.

Although he hadn't drunk the top-grade Qimen Black Tea, he also knew this tea was very expensive and hard to find on the market—the kind that's hard to get even with a thousand gold.

Tea leaves this precious—rich people who buy them back would probably sip them slowly, bit by bit.

Lu Feng uses this tea to boil tea eggs?