Chapter 330

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Protagonist:

Lu Feng

"Soy milk? I was wondering why I didn't see that soy milk vendor Old Zhang at his usual spot today—turns out you all bought him out?"

Qin Ye looked at the several stainless steel buckets filled with soy milk beside them, fanning himself and chuckling as he spoke.

He often drank this soy milk because the flavor suited his taste.

Every time he came to Food Street, he would go buy a cup, and he was fairly familiar with the stall owner Old Zhang.

Today when he came to Food Street and didn't see Old Zhang setting up his stall, he had been a bit puzzled.

Now seeing them set up at the entrance of Lu Feng's shop, he finally understood.

Zhao Zhenhui was helping others move the soy milk buckets onto a small table; hearing Qin Ye's words, he smiled and replied, "That's right, but this time Qian Zong put up the money—we few just provided some labor."

Speaking, he pointed again at Xiao Feilong and the others scooping soy milk into cups: "Those few, as soon as they heard they were giving out free soy milk to the diners in Lu Boss's shop, were all incredibly eager."

"Good, good, good, all of you are great."

Qin Ye nodded with a smile, his eyes full of praise.

Hu Xiaoyun, who had originally been cleaning inside Lu Feng's shop, saw this and hurried out to help, distributing the filled paper cups of soy milk to the diners queuing at the door.

The queue became lively again, and everyone held a cup of soy milk or mung bean soup in their hands.

"Looks like Lu Boss really doesn't plan to let us drink beverages with meals anymore."

The young man who had wanted cola just now took a sip of warm soy milk, immediately felt his throat much more moistened, and couldn't help but say somewhat emotionally.

"That's right!"

An older diner smiled and took up the conversation: "Lu Boss just gave a warm reminder, and now free soy milk is being sent to everyone here—looks like Lu Boss is serious this time."

"Speaking of which, this soy milk is tastier than beverages."

The young man took another sip of soy milk, licked his lips, and continued: "I've drunk this soy milk several times; theirs is ground very fine, you can't taste any dregs at all, and it's richer than other places, with a very fragrant flavor."

Several diners nearby nodded in agreement.

"Have you noticed, ever since Lu Boss came to Food Street, the level of the stalls here has also improved?"

A diner, as if discovering something, said loudly.

As soon as these words were spoken, many agreeing voices came from around.

"Exactly, I remember once coming to Food Street and eating a scallion pancake; not only did it taste bad, I had diarrhea for a whole day after going back, and now I haven't seen that uncle selling scallion pancakes for a long time."

"And that auntie frying fried dough sticks over there—before, the oil was black and she still wouldn't change it; now I see it's much better, the fried dough sticks come out golden yellow, and they taste much better than before."

"Those buying breakfast too—before, their tea eggs were barely bigger than quail eggs; now the eggs they use are much bigger than before, and they taste better too, though they still can't compare to Lu Boss's tea eggs."

The diners chattered about the recent changes on Food Street.

"That's a given!"

Zhu Chang shook his big head, looking proud as he said: "With Lu Boss holding the line here, how could those stingy little stalls stay on Food Street?"

"Right! Think about it—the ingredients Lu Boss uses in his shop are all the best, and the taste is so amazing; if others on Food Street still fool us like before, who would buy their stuff?"

A diner behind Zhu Chang nodded in agreement: "After this survival of the fittest, the remaining shops naturally use real ingredients, and the taste is naturally much better than before."

The diners drank soy milk while discussing heatedly.

Many had already posted the warm reminder on the small blackboard into the "Lu Boss Business Notice Group."

Many also posted on their social media circles, and those with short video accounts filmed short videos and posted them online.

It spread like this—ten to a hundred, a hundred to a thousand.

Not long after, the diners who often came to Lu Family Restaurant almost all knew two things.

First, Lu Feng had canceled the limit of only being able to eat one kind per visit; second, he suggested diners not drink beverages before or after meals.

For those diners who both loved beverages and couldn't forget Lu Feng's cooking, this was no problem at all.

They could drink beverages an hour in advance, then go queue.

Or they could drink beverages an hour after finishing eating and returning from Lu Feng's shop.

When Lu Feng made this new rule, he was very clear in his heart.

Wanting these diners to completely give up beverages in the future was fundamentally impossible.

But having them not drink during the period before and after coming to the shop to eat was no problem.

Therefore, this new regulation would not have much impact on the beverage sales in the convenience stores near Food Street.

The only one affected was that vending machine just set up yesterday at the entrance of the Braised Food Shop.

That vending machine was now neglected to one side.

At this time yesterday, there were still many diners queuing around it, and people would buy a bottle of drink to sip while waiting.

But today, ever since the warm reminder on the small blackboard was put out, not a single person had come forward all morning.

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At the other end of Food Street, the Braised Food Shop owner's wife, who had just gone home for lunch, was now hurrying toward her Braised Food Shop.

Seeing the vending machine at the shop entrance, the owner's wife smiled.

This machine was now her money tree; after returning home yesterday, the excited woman laughed awake in her dreams several times all night.

She glanced toward the entrance of Lu Feng's shop; today there were many more customers than yesterday.

"Fortunately I restocked specially before eating; it should be almost sold out by now, right?"

The owner's wife muttered contentedly, then checked the current inventory of the vending machine.

But after checking, her brow slowly furrowed.

Something's off?

In the hour just gone, how have fewer than ten bottles of drinks been sold?

Is the machine broken?

The boss lady fiddled with it a few times, then opened the restocking port of the automatic vending machine to check, finding no malfunction.

"What's going on? Nobody's drinking today? Aren't these people queuing up thirsty?"

The boss lady stood up straight and looked again at the diners queuing at the entrance of Lu Feng's Shop.

The line was still long, even much longer than this time yesterday.

Going by yesterday's momentum, after this hour there should hardly be any drinks left in the machine.

The boss lady was puzzling over this when she suddenly noticed something even stranger.

Nearly every diner in line was holding a cup of soy milk.

"That's not right? Why are they all going to drink soy milk?"