Chapter 322: Let You Open a Food Shop, You Open for Business at 3 AM

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Protagonist:

Lu Feng

"Really? Is this hot pot soup rice actually that delicious?"

Ma Wenliang's other colleague Lv Shuai sat down with a plate of Red Braised Pork and a bowl of rice, hearing Zhu Chang's exaggerated praise and expressing his inability to understand.

In his opinion, how good could this spicy hot pot soup possibly be?

If used to cook meat and vegetables, it would be passable.

But eating just the pot bottom? Forget it.

In his memory of spicy pot bottoms, besides various ingredients and spices, there were Sichuan pepper seeds one could accidentally eat.

Using such hot pot soup to soak Xianglu Rice—wasn't that just wasting the rice Lu Boss made?

That was precisely why, when Ma Wenliang had wanted him to order spicy hot pot just now, he had decisively refused.

"Of course it's true!"

Zhu Chang lowered his head and finished the last spoonful of rice in his bowl, licked his lips with lingering desire, then his gaze fell on the bowl of untouched Xianglu Rice before Lv Shuai, his eyes rolling around: "Little brother, if you let me have this bowl of rice, I'll give you a spoonful to taste—the flavor of this soup base is guaranteed to satisfy you!"

He said this very naturally, with no trace of longing for that bowl of Xianglu Rice in his tone.

It gave the impression that he simply wanted to share the deliciousness with the other person.

"Good grief, you're still eyeing my bowl of rice? Don't even think about it!"

Lv Shuai wasn't stupid either; although Zhu Chang tried hard to hide it, he saw through it at a glance: "I just asked whether hot pot soup rice tastes good, I didn't say……"

He was about to speak to refuse when Ma Wenliang beside him patted his shoulder.

"Lv Shuai, let's make a deal—use your bowl of rice to exchange for some hot pot to taste."

Ma Wenliang said to Lv Shuai with an expectant face.

"Why should I? This is what I ordered!"

Lv Shuai was stunned.

"Tomorrow's lunch, I'll treat you! I just want to taste what this spicy hot pot tastes like."

Ma Wenliang said very generously.

He had watched Zhu Chang wolfing down the hot pot rice the whole time just now, and his curiosity was about to burst.

"Hey, Wenliang, are you sure you want to drink this hot pot soup? Aren't you afraid……"

A colleague beside him couldn't help but pat Ma Wenliang's shoulder, reminding him out of goodwill.

Last time Ma Wenliang had hemorrhoid surgery at Tong'an Hospital, and he had gone with him.

"Little brother, you don't need to worry about this at all!"

Without waiting for Ma Wenliang to hesitate, Zhu Chang hurriedly spoke: "You know Lu Boss's Explosive Spicy Fried Noodles, right? They're about as spicy as the hot pot, but the amazing thing is, they only burn on one end! I guarantee it with my life!"

What he said was indeed correct.

He had discovered this before when eating Explosive Spicy Fried Noodles at Lu Feng's shop.

In the past, after eating very spicy things, he would be tortured in the toilet every night.

But after eating Lu Feng's Explosive Spicy Fried Noodles, he had no such experience at all.

This was also the source of his courage to directly challenge the red soup rice.

"Brother Wenliang, really exchange with him?"

Lv Shuai looked hesitantly at the bowl of Xianglu Rice before him, suddenly thinking of a question: "But what if I give him this bowl of rice and he can't finish it—would the wasted food be counted against me? I don't want to end up on Lu Boss's blacklist."

He remembered the rules in Lu Feng's shop very clearly.

The day Cheng Fan was declared blacklisted by Lu Feng for leaving two steamed buns, he had witnessed the whole process in the shop.

Although he didn't come to eat every day.

But if he didn't eat Lu Feng's cooking once or twice a week, he felt he had no motivation to work.

He didn't want to say goodbye to Lu Feng's delicious food forever over this one bowl of rice.

"Little brother, you're underestimating me, right?"

Zhu Chang hurriedly moved closer, patting his chest to guarantee: "You also know that a bowl of rice at Lu Boss's place isn't much to begin with; with my build and appetite, let alone another bowl of rice, even three more bowls I could eat clean for you!"

Lv Shuai looked at Ma Wenliang, who was looking at him with an expectant face.

Since joining the company, Ma Wenliang had helped him a lot at work.

And if it weren't for Ma Wenliang giving him a steamed bun that day, he wouldn't have discovered this treasure of a shop.

He looked again at the pot of red soup still boiling on Zhu Chang's table.

The fragrance of the spicy hot pot wafted over from there; it indeed smelled quite tempting, making him unable to help but feel somewhat tempted.

However, what made Lv Shuai somewhat dissatisfied was that just now Zhu Chang had said he'd exchange a spoonful of soup for his Xianglu Rice.

Wasn't that too stingy?

Who could drink just a spoonful of soup?

"Alright, agreeing to you isn't impossible."

Lv Shuai smiled at Zhu Chang, pointing at the hot pot on his table: "But you need to give me more of this soup—at least half, so all three of us can taste it."

"I go! Half? Are you robbing me?"

Zhu Chang instantly widened his eyes, couldn't help but move the hot pot closer to himself, afraid the other would come snatch it: "There isn't much soup in my pot to begin with, and you want to take half? Giving you two spoonfuls to taste is enough; one can't be too greedy in life!"

"Then it's up to you."

Lv Shuai deliberately picked up a piece of Red Braised Pork with his chopsticks, slowly sent it into his mouth, and said while eating: "Anyway, my rice eaten with Red Braised Pork is also quite fragrant; if you're unwilling, I won't force you—the rest of the soup, you drink it slowly yourself."

Ma Wenliang saw this and cooperated by taking a mouthful of noodle soup, nodding as he ate: "Actually, thinking about it, you're right. This hot pot soup tastes the same tomorrow. One bowl of rice for one spoonful of soup is indeed too much of a loss."

Zhu Chang looked at the remaining soup base in his own pot with a conflicted expression, then glanced at the bowl of Xianglu Rice in front of Lv Shuai.

The taste of that bowl of hot pot soup soaked rice just now was absolutely amazing; one portion of rice was simply not enough for him.

But thinking about having to give away half, his face was full of reluctance.

Even if the remaining spicy soup base in the pot were divided in half, it would still be more than enough to soak two more bowls of rice.

Yet he still felt as if someone was cutting flesh from his own body.

Zhu Chang hesitated for a long time before finally speaking reluctantly: "Brother, how about this: you give me half your rice, and I'll give you two spoonfuls of soup. Is that generous enough?"

"Only two spoonfuls? You're not being sincere at all!"

Lv Shuai curled his lip in disdain and made a move to start eating his rice: "If you really don't want to, then forget it."

"Three spoonfuls! I can't give any more!"

Zhu Chang gritted his teeth and then added: "One spoonful each for the three of you, and I only take half your rice. You can also taste the flavor of this hot pot soup soaked rice. It's a good deal!"

Lv Shuai had been waiting for those words; upon hearing them, he immediately put down his chopsticks: "Fine, deal!"

"You're really greedy."

Zhu Chang's heartache was almost written on his face, and he couldn't help muttering softly.

Lv Shuai picked up his portion of rice noodles and used his chopsticks to push half the rice into Zhu Chang's bowl.

Watching the rice grains fall one by one, the reluctance in Zhu Chang's heart finally eased a little.