Chapter 430: Let You Open a Gourmet Shop, You Open for Business at Three in the Morning

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Protagonist:

Lu Feng

The two hadn't walked far before they saw the long line of diners outside Lu Family Restaurant.

"There are more and more people coming here to eat."

An Liang stood at the end of the line, looking past the diners ahead toward the distant gate of Lu Family Restaurant, and couldn't help muttering softly.

Not long after they had joined the queue, the line behind them stretched out a long way, already turning into the intersection at the street corner of Food Street.

An Liang didn't like coming early; he felt waiting in Food Street for Lu Feng to open for business was a bit of a waste of time.

So today, he and his assistant Xiao Yue, as usual, arrived right at the time Lu Feng opened for business.

Because of this, they were queued far from the door, and it would take at least half an hour to get inside the shop.

Even so, An Liang felt somewhat more at ease.

The line moved forward slowly and unhurriedly; the serving speed in Lu Feng's shop had always been fast, and after more than half an hour, it was finally their turn to order.

Assistant Xiao Yue, familiar with the place, ordered the Red Braised Lion's Head, Stir-fried Pork with Chili, and Xianglu Rice that An Liang had been loving these past two days, and ordered herself a portion of soup dumplings and Braised Beef Noodles.

After getting their food, they carried their trays around the hall twice and sat down at a table near the counter.

As soon as they sat down, Xiao Yue felt that Lu Family Restaurant today seemed a bit different from usual.

In the past, after diners sat at their tables, the hall would always be filled with rising and falling chatter and exclamations, making the hall exceptionally lively.

But today, there was much less chatter in the hall, and instead there was a strange excitement.

At several tables, diners gathered in small circles, holding booklets the size of A4 paper, leaning their heads together to look very seriously, and from time to time letting out exclamations that made people curious.

"Damn! So the things I eat every day are actually made with such good ingredients?"

"No, I originally thought the reason these tea eggs were expensive lay in the tea leaves used to boil the eggs; turns out these eggs also have quite a background!"

"Learned something new! I never thought before that one day I could eat such good things; today I'm truly shocked!"

"After seeing these, I feel like I've lived my twenty-plus years in vain! Even a duck lives more comfortably than me; it's really infuriating! No way, tomorrow I have to get roast duck no matter what, and eat it heartily to vent my anger!"

"Exactly! Turns out Boss Lu uses good ingredients! I used to think Boss Lu's dishes were a bit expensive, but now looking at these ingredients, is this something you can eat at that price? It's simply too cheap!"

Exclamations like this rose and fell in the hall, intertwining into one sound; the hall was filled with diners' exclamations and the sound of sharp intakes of breath.

But these noises did not catch An Liang's attention.

At this moment he was lowering his head, using a spoon to eat the Lion's Head before him with a focused expression, his brows relaxed, looking like he was enjoying it.

An Liang ate very focusedly; there was only the food before him in his eyes, as if nothing around him could arouse the slightest interest.

His habit of eating had always been like this; he didn't like being disturbed by others, only wanting to focus on savoring the deliciousness of the food itself.

Game programmer Ma Wenliang, sitting at the table next to An Liang, had just finished flipping through the Food Ingredient Introduction Manual in his hand, and at this moment was excitedly reciting to his colleagues sitting beside him.

"Damn! I only found out today that the things I've been eating all along are made with such awesome ingredients!"

An intern who had recently joined Ma Wenliang's company, flipping through the manual on the table, also looked shocked and echoed: "I didn't expect this shop's ingredient sources alone to be so awesome! Boss's culinary skills are also extraordinary! Brother Ma, coming to eat with you this time was the right choice! This is a treasure shop!"

"Yeah! Things elsewhere are expensive and not delicious! Although things here are expensive, they are all good things! Looking at it this way, this shop's dishes are still very cheap and cost-effective!"

Another intern also nodded in agreement and echoed.

"That's right! Before I only knew that the things Boss Lu made here were delicious; I didn't expect the ingredients he used to be so good too! It seems Boss Lu not only has good culinary skills, but also has strict requirements for ingredients!"

Ma Wenliang said this, and his gaze unintentionally swept over to the neighboring table, landing on An Liang, who was focusedly eating the Lion's Head.

He had heard An Liang introduce his identity as a food critic at Lu Feng's shop yesterday, and had a deep impression of An Liang; at this moment he recognized him at once.

Ma Wenliang suddenly became interested, hid the manual on the table behind his back, came over to An Liang's side and patted his arm with his hand: "Hey, uncle, you said yesterday you are a famous food critic, right? Excuse me for asking, can you tell what this Lion's Head you're eating now is made of?"

"Even if I tell you, can you understand?"

An Liang's eating movement was interrupted by Ma Wenliang; he couldn't help but frown, and said with a tone carrying some impatience.

At this moment he still had a mouthful of Lion's Head in his mouth chewing; the tenderness of the meat and the richness of the sauce were still swirling on his tongue.

At this moment Ma Wenliang suddenly came over to talk to him, disrupting his rhythm of savoring the food.

An Liang's tone was not very friendly, but it wasn't targeting Ma Wenliang personally; it was simply a dislike of being disturbed by others while eating.

As an expert deeply engaged in food criticism, eating for An Liang had long ceased to be simply about filling his stomach.

He liked every bite of food to be savored slowly in an undisturbed environment, so as to capture every texture and layer of seasoning of the food.

This was also a habit he had developed over many years of practice.

Usually when An Liang went to other restaurants to taste dishes, bosses who understood his personality would thoughtfully prepare a absolutely quiet private room for him, and while he tasted dishes, only he could be in the private room.

But at Lu Family Restaurant he didn't get this treatment.

There were no private rooms here to isolate the noisy environment; however, when An Liang ate, his attention was often focused on the food, and as long as no one spoke to him, he could focus on tasting the food.

Ma Wenliang was choked by An Liang's not very friendly tone, and couldn't help but mutter in his heart.

What's wrong with this person?

His face looks so ugly right now, like he ate a fly.

Wasn't his attitude quite normal when he spoke yesterday?

But Ma Wenliang wasn't angry; he scratched his head and joked: "Fine, fine, if you don't want to say then I won't disturb you; maybe you can't taste it either."