Chapter 43: You're Told to Open a Food Shop, But You Operate at 3 AM

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Protagonist:

Lu Feng

Complaining is one thing, but the System's missions still have to be done.

After all, the high-end property rewards from the missions are still quite tempting.

"System, the business hours really can't be negotiated?"

Lu Feng asked again, unwilling to give up.

If it were other business hours, he would still have confidence in completing the mission.

After all, the taste of the xiaolongbao is already famous on Food Street, so the fried noodle technique given by the System probably wouldn't be bad either.

But three in the morning, in the dead of night, let alone diners, there probably aren't even any pedestrians on the road, right?

【Mission content cannot be changed after release, please complete the mission according to requirements, Host!】

As expected, the missions released by the System never have any room for negotiation.

Lu Feng sighed helplessly and could only try it out.

He sat on the bed and thought for a while, but couldn't think of any good ideas, so he simply stopped thinking and decided to deal with it after waking up.

During the daytime on Sunday, Lu Feng stayed in the rental house the whole day, eating and sleeping, sleeping and eating.

Because he had to open for business at three in the morning, he needed to sleep his night's sleep in advance during the day.

Midnight sharp.

【Ding! This week's mission has officially begun, please work hard to complete the mission, Host!】

With the System prompt sounding in his head, the second week's mission officially began.

Lu Feng felt there probably wouldn't be any customers today, so he didn't plan to sell xiaolongbao which require preparing fillings in advance.

And this week's mission is to sell a quantity of fried noodles, so fried noodles are still the main focus.

As for the next few days, he'll see the situation when the time comes.

Lu Feng waited in the rental house until two o'clock before going out, after all there was still a bed to lie on.

Going to the shop too early wouldn't have much meaning anyway.

On the main road at two in the morning, let alone pedestrians, there weren't even many cars.

Lu Feng waited for over ten minutes before finally seeing an empty taxi.

He reached out to hail the taxi, got in, and said to the driver: "Master, go to Food Street."

The taxi driver was an uncle in his forties; hearing this, he couldn't help but look at Lu Feng through the rearview mirror and asked with some puzzlement: "Young man, it's already two o'clock, there's hardly anyone on Food Street at this hour, what are you going to Food Street for?"

"Going to open for business." Lu Feng said with a bitter smile.

The driver uncle wasn't surprised either; he knew there were a few fast food places on Food Street that operate 24 hours.

"Young man, staying up late to watch the shop is pretty hard, right? Uncle advises you to switch to a day shift; staying up late long-term is really bad for your health, don't wait until you're Uncle's age and end up with a body full of illnesses."

The uncle was quite talkative; there wasn't much business late at night, driving alone on the road, he might not encounter a single passenger for half a day.

Not communicating with people for a long time is still quite lonely.

This is probably also one of the reasons why many taxi drivers like to chat with passengers.

"It's okay, if nothing unexpected happens, it should only be a week's time."

Lu Feng smiled and replied.

This week's business hours are indeed a bit hard to endure, but fortunately the mission duration is only one week.

Hope the System doesn't give him any more surprises next week; he can't really take it.

"Short-term job?" The uncle asked curiously.

"No, I run my own shop." Lu Feng answered.

"What do you sell? When I'm off during the day I'll come taste it."

"I don't open during the day; I open from three to six in the morning. Uncle, if you're interested you can come during that time slot."

After Lu Feng said this, even he felt it was a bit absurd.

Sure enough, after hearing this, the uncle stopped speaking, and the look in his eyes toward Lu Feng through the rearview mirror carried a few hints of looking at a mental patient.

Lu Feng couldn't explain either, so he could only turn his gaze toward the car window.

Arriving at Food Street, after Lu Feng paid the fare and got out, the uncle stepped on the gas and quickly drove off.

Lu Feng shook his head and walked toward the shop.

Food Street at 2:30 AM, the whole street was pitch black, looking a bit eerie.

Although Lu Feng has never been afraid of any demons or ghosts, this atmosphere still made him unconsciously quicken his pace.

When he walked into his own shop and turned on all the lights inside, only then did he feel much more at ease.

Lu Feng opened the System Mall and checked the newly added ingredients.

He originally thought fried noodles would be like xiaolongbao, that the noodles also needed to be made by hand.

But unexpectedly the System was quite humane this time; the Mall directly had alkaline noodles specifically for fried noodles.

Lu Feng bought some noodles, and also bought some eggs, bean sprouts, greens and other ingredients.

After washing his hands clean, Lu Feng took out some noodles and examined them carefully.

Compared to ordinary noodles, the alkaline noodles' color was a bit deeper, the noodles slightly yellow, because alkali was added during the production process.

Lu Feng leaned in and sniffed, didn't smell any pungent odor.

He pinched a section with his fingers, put it in his mouth and chewed a few times; the noodles were springy and chewy, very resilient, and had a faint wheat fragrance when eaten.

Lu Feng nodded in satisfaction. As expected of noodles from the System Mall, their quality was far better than those sold on the market.

He also wanted to taste what the fried noodles would taste like.

But it was now past midnight, and Lu Feng felt he had no appetite at all.

Leaning on the counter and looking out at the pitch-black street beyond the gate, Lu Feng sighed.

Compared with the bustling scene of the hall last week, full of voices and noise, the quietness now made him feel somewhat unaccustomed.

……

Half past three in the morning.

Inside Feiyu Internet Cafe beside Food Street.

The hall was brightly lit, with many young people sitting before rows of monitors, staying up all night to surf the internet.

Chen Deming, who had just started his freshman year, had just finished a game with his two roommates.

The three of them came here to stay up all night almost every weekend.

They had no classes this Monday morning, so the three of them came again tonight.

Chen Deming stretched lazily and felt a little hungry.

He had only eaten one bucket of instant noodles with sausage last night, and now he needed something to fill his stomach; fortunately, he had performed to his full ability in the game in the latter half of the night.

"Eldest Brother, do you have anything left to eat?" Chen Deming patted Zhang Haoran, who was about to start the next game.

"It's all gone. I only have a little soup left." Sun Haoran kept his eyes on the screen, too lazy to turn his head.

"Let me have a sip, I'm starving!"

Chen Deming didn't care about so much and reached out to grab the instant noodle bucket beside him.

"Slurp~!" Sun Haoran grabbed the instant noodle bucket, added some seasoning into it, then handed it to Chen Deming: "Drink."

"Damn, it's just a sip of soup, Eldest Brother, you don't have to be like this?" Chen Deming was speechless.

Sun Haoran gave him a white-eye look: "This little bit of soup is all my rations are left for the latter half of the night; what do I do if you drink it?"

"You're ruthless!"

Chen Deming didn't want to eat someone else's saliva, and turned his target toward Third Brother Zhao Yuxuan, who was chatting enthusiastically with a female online friend.

"Third Brother, let me have a sip of……"

Halfway through his words, Chen Deming saw the few cigarette butts in the instant noodle bucket before Zhao Yuxuan and immediately closed his mouth.

"What's wrong?"

Zhao Yuxuan had just been happily chatting with the young lady opposite and had completely failed to notice what Chen Deming had just said.

"It's nothing, you go on."

Chen Deming slumped powerlessly in his chair, feeling hungrier and hungrier.

He stood up and went to the internet cafe front desk, wanting to buy a bucket of instant noodles, but the network administrator young man had long since gone who knows where to sleep.

Chen Deming shook his head helplessly; it seemed he could only go outside and try his luck.

Who knew if there was anything to eat outside at this hour.