Chapter 377: Let You Open a Food Shop, But You Operate at 3 AM

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Protagonist:

Lu Feng

The woman walking in front looked to be in her thirties, wearing a well-tailored, appropriate beige professional suit.

Her hair was combed into a meticulous ponytail, and a pair of thin-framed gold-rimmed glasses sat on the bridge of her nose.

After the woman entered the shop, her gaze swept around the hall, and her brows furrowed slightly.

The girl following behind her had wrapped herself up tightly.

She wore a black duckbill cap, the brim pressed extremely low.

A mask on her face covered most of it, revealing only a pair of clear, large eyes, which were curiously sizing up Lu Feng, who had just walked out of the kitchen.

Lu Feng walked to the counter and couldn't help but take a few extra glances at that fully disguised girl.

Her getup reminded him of the foodie An Liang, who had come to the shop before.

An Liang said he would never patronize the shop again on his first visit, but the next day he still couldn't resist sneaking over.

To avoid being recognized by Lu Feng, he had also disguised himself like a thief.

These two people before him were clearly here for the first time and had no connection with him whatsoever.

This girl's getup looked like she was very afraid of being recognized by others.

Could she be some celebrity star afraid of being recognized by fans?

However, Lu Feng didn't have the hobby of chasing stars.

Therefore, he didn't pay too much mind to the girl's getup either; he just looked twice and stopped paying attention.

"Are you the boss here?"

The gold-rimmed glasses woman looked Lu Feng up and down and asked first: "Can we still order food now?"

"Sorry, today's business has already ended. If you want to eat, please come back tomorrow."

Lu Feng smiled and said.

"Ah? Ended?"

The woman frowned, a trace of dissatisfaction appearing on her face.

She raised her hand to check the lady's wristwatch on her wrist and asked with some puzzlement: "Aren't you food and beverage places open all day? How come you close so early?"

"My business hours here are not fixed, and I don't prepare many ingredients, so I close relatively early."

Lu Feng smiled, reached out and pointed at the price list on the wall: "You can take a look at what you want to eat first; when you come tomorrow you can order directly."

The two's gazes followed his finger and landed on the price list on the wall.

"Steamed soup dumplings fifty-one per basket? Tea eggs eighty-eight per portion? Boss, your shop doesn't look anything special, but these prices catch up to high-end restaurants, huh?"

The gold-rimmed glasses woman had only scanned two lines when she couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

"The taste here is a bit better than other places; it's always been this price."

Lu Feng still smiled gently and didn't offer much explanation.

He had heard this kind of questioning too many times; often first-time customers would, to varying degrees, feel the prices were a bit expensive.

But after those people tasted the flavor, they would never mention the price again.

The woman looked at the menu for a while longer, couldn't help but shake her head, pulled out her phone from her pocket and scrolled for a bit.

"Xiao Lin, forget it. They're already closed at this hour; let's go eat somewhere else."

The woman turned her phone screen toward the girl behind her, pointing at a high-end restaurant on it: "I think this one works; their vegetable salad has a good reputation too. Let's go there."

The girl called Xiao Lin didn't move; her gaze lingered on the price list for a few seconds.

The hall still retained the fragrance of food; the girl glanced toward the kitchen and secretly swallowed her saliva.

Finally, she couldn't resist moving forward two steps and asked Lu Feng: "Boss, may I ask, what time do you open tomorrow?"

The girl's voice sounded soft and gentle; if she sang, it would definitely sound good.

Lu Feng smiled and replied: "This week's business hours are 1 PM to 3 PM, but there are quite a few customers coming to the shop every day. If you want to eat, try to come as early as possible."

"Xiao Lin, let's go."

The woman had already turned and walked several steps toward the entrance; looking back and seeing the girl still rooted in place, she couldn't help but urge: "We still have a lot of work to do after eating; we don't have time to delay here."

"Oh oh, okay."

The girl nodded and jogged to catch up.

The two walked to the Food Street intersection, and the woman finally couldn't help but complain: "Xiao Lin, I told you long ago not to come to this so-called internet-famous shop, but you insisted on coming! Look, this shop doesn't even have proper business hours, only open two hours a day. Shops like these all rely on flashy gimmicks to do hunger marketing to attract customers; the taste actually isn't that great. And the shop's decoration looks ordinary too, yet the prices aren't cheap. Wouldn't it be better to just go eat at a high-end restaurant?"

"But this shop was recommended to me by General Manager Fang."

The girl tugged her mask, her voice carrying a hint of stubbornness: "General Manager Fang is the investor for our concert this time. She told me yesterday that I must come to this shop to taste the food when I come to Jiangcheng, saying the stuff here is especially delicious. Places she recommends definitely won't be wrong. Zhen Zhen, how about... we come tomorrow to try?"

"So what if General Manager Fang recommended it? I think this shop isn't great. And I looked at that shop's menu too — Lion's Head, Red Braised Pork — those are all calorie bombs, all things you can't eat."

The woman shook her head, opened the memo/notes on her phone: "Look for yourself; your weight went up two jin again this month! The stage costume fitted for you earlier, you're wearing it a bit tight now. If you don't control this weight, do you still want your stage image?"

"Zhen Zhen, I haven't eaten meat in so long. Let me come eat once tomorrow, okay... just one meal shouldn't affect my weight, really just once, please."

The girl pressed her palms together and said pitifully.

"No! As your agent, I have to be responsible for you! Don't forget, next month you still have to participate in the singer competition. Stage image is very important. During this period you must strictly abide by the diet plan the nutritionist formulated for you. After the competition ends, whatever you want to eat, I won't stop you."

The woman refused resolutely.

The girl's shoulders slumped at once; she pouted with a bitter face: "But I really don't want to eat vegetable salad anymore... I've eaten it for half a month straight. If I keep eating, I'll turn into a rabbit."

"I'm doing this for your own good."

The woman's tone softened a bit, but her face remained serious.

She reached out and patted the girl's shoulder: "You're an Idol; how can an Idol be so willful? You're not unaware — the competition in the entertainment industry is that fierce. Right now you've finally gained some fame; maintaining your Image/Shape is more important than anything. Wait until next month's Competition ends, and I'll personally treat you to a good meal. For now, you have to Endure."

The girl didn't speak again, silently following behind the woman toward the Parking Lot.

She secretly glanced back at the Lu Family Restaurant, her eyes rolling.

Tomorrow the agent has to go Coordinate with the team holding the Concert, so she probably won't have that much energy to watch her.

Then she can Sneak Out and come over for a meal — no one should Discover/Find Out, right?