Chapter 45

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Protagonist:

Lu Feng

Lu Feng pointed at the chopstick holder beside him, and Chen Deming swiftly grabbed a pair.

"The noodles just came out of the wok, they're still a bit hot, eat slowly."

For this week's first customer, Lu Feng's service was still quite attentive, thoughtfully offering a warm reminder.

Chen Deming responded casually, picked up a chopstickful of fried noodles, blew on them a few times haphazardly, and stuffed them into his mouth.

The instant the fried noodles entered his mouth, his eyes suddenly brightened, and his brows relaxed.

The noodles' saltiness was just right, it could be said to be extremely perfect.

The noodles were springy and chewy, fragrant noodle aroma overflowed, and after mixing with the various seasonings the texture instantly rose several levels.

The egg ate with a faint charred fragrance on the outside, yet inside it was incomparably fresh and tender.

Rich egg fragrance, texture fluffy and soft, paired with the noodles it was simply too perfect!

Plus the green vegetables that ate crisp and refreshing, carrying a trace of sweet fragrance.

Various flavors coordinated with each other, weaving an irresistible deliciousness, every bite down was full of surprise.

Chen Deming ate the noodles in big mouthfuls, the movement of his chopsticks not pausing for a moment.

He was somewhat shocked: this is really fried noodles?

Chen Deming felt that the fried noodles he had eaten before were completely incomparable to this portion before his eyes!

This is the most delicious fried noodles he has eaten in his life!

Absolutely number one!

Watching Chen Deming eating noodles in big mouthfuls with a look of blissful abandon, Lu Feng truly feared he would choke, and couldn't help but speak up to remind him: "There's a water dispenser in the hall."

Chen Deming acted as if he hadn't heard, still eating with wolfish gulps.

Before long, the lunch box was empty, not a single shred of green onion visible, clean as new.

"Boss, your fried noodles, really amazing! No wonder fifty yuan a portion, I've never eaten such delicious fried noodles!"

After finishing the noodles, Chen Deming slowly straightened up, gave Lu Feng a big thumbs up and praised sincerely.

Then he didn't wait for Lu Feng to speak, took out his phone and scanned the payment code, and paid another fifty yuan: "Boss, give me another portion to go!"

For his reaction, Lu Feng didn't find it unexpected.

System-produced fried noodles, the taste must be extraordinary.

Seeing him say this, Lu Feng also didn't waste words, turned around and entered the kitchen again.

Now there were no other customers either, ingredients were quite sufficient, so naturally there was no need for any limited purchase.

With the first practical experience of frying noodles, the second portion Lu Feng made much more proficiently.

Soon, Lu Feng carried the packed egg fried noodles out.

Chen Deming took the fried noodles, looked at the price list on the hall wall, and asked curiously: "Boss, do you still have xiaolongbao?"

"Didn't prepare xiaolongbao filling today, tomorrow then, but the quantity won't be too much." Lu Feng replied faintly.

This week's mission is to sell fried noodles, Lu Feng still planned to focus on fried noodles.

As for xiaolongbao, Lu Feng planned to make only 20 portions each day.

Chen Deming nodded, after eating Lu Feng's fried noodles, he also gained interest in these xiaolongbao.

After one portion of fried noodles went down, he felt his whole body was comfortable by quite a bit.

But to say he was full, that was still far from enough.

This shop boss's culinary skill, he felt eating three portions in one go wouldn't count as much.

What he wanted to do most now was to take this portion of fried noodles in his hand back to the internet cafe.

Then eat it in front of those two roommates.

Really want to see what kind of wonderful expressions would be on their faces.

The more Chen Deming thought the more excited he got, after greeting Lu Feng he left.

Lu Feng walked out the door and looked outside, still pitch black, couldn't help but take out his phone and snap a photo.

Posted the photo to Moments, and added text: "The Food Street at 4 AM, have you seen it?"

After posting to Moments, Lu Feng walked back to the shop, thinking there probably wouldn't be anyone else coming, simply found a comfortable chair, lay prone on the hall's dining table and rested.

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Feiyu Internet Cafe.

Sun Haoran, who had just lost a game, depressedly smacked the mouse once, complaining with a face full of resentment about Third Brother Zhao Yuxuan's play just now.

"Eldest Brother, can't blame me ah, without Second Brother supporting, I can't hold!" Zhao Yuxuan scratched his messy hair and said.

"Speaking of which, Second Brother's been gone for half an hour right? Does buying food take this long?"

Sun Haoran glanced at the time displayed under the computer, muttering with some doubt: "This grandson wouldn't have secretly gone back to the dormitory to sleep, right?"

Feeling his stomach a bit hungry, Sun Haoran picked up the instant noodle bucket on the table, planning to drink a sip first, then suddenly remembered Chen Deming had spat into it when he left, and put it down cursing.

"This grandson really isn't a thing, when I see him back I'll definitely beat him up!"

While Sun Haoran was gritting his teeth making this decision, the internet cafe's gate was pushed open by someone.

Chen Deming carrying fried noodles in his hand, walked in with strides that recognized no kin.

He had just sat down at his seat when Sun Haoran next to him gave him a friendly chokehold.

"You still dare come back? My noodle soup was defiled by you, how do we settle this account?"

Chen Deming was choked by him until he could barely breathe, pleading for mercy repeatedly, and only then did Sun Haoran let go of him.

Then Sun Haoran remembered the matter he had instructed him about before: "Where's the Xiao Kuaile I told you to bring? Did you buy it?"

Chen Deming froze; just now he had only cared about eating fried noodles and had forgotten this matter completely.

Seeing his expression, Sun Haoran's anger flared, and he moved in to put him in a chokehold again.

Unexpectedly, just as he stood up, his nose caught a tempting fragrance.

"What smells so fragrant? Second Brother, what did you buy?"

Sun Haoran swallowed his saliva, his gaze landing on the takeout box in Chen Deming's hands; Zhao Yuxuan to the side also smelled it, took off his headphones, stood up, and looked over this way.

Chen Deming smiled mysteriously, slowly untied the plastic bag with both hands, placed the fried noodles on the table, and abruptly lifted the lid.

In an instant, the aroma of the fried noodles quickly spread out.

Both Sun Haoran and Zhao Yuxuan were bewitched by this sudden fragrance, their saliva flooding uncontrollably.

"Se... Second Brother, your fried noodles smell so good! Can I have a taste?"

Zhao Yuxuan crowded over, eyes fixed straight on the portion of fried noodles in front of Chen Deming, his speech even becoming somewhat incoherent.

"You stay to one side! Second Brother, let me taste first, and the noodle soup and the Xiao Kuaile matter will be written off!"

Sun Haoran shoved Zhao Yuxuan's head aside, swallowing saliva as he spoke rapidly.

Chen Deming, however, was unhurried and lazy, saying: "Want to eat? Call me Foster Father!"

Sun Haoran's face changed; he was about to say, you brat want to take advantage of your old man, are you itching for a beating?

"Foster Father! Foster Father Lord! This son wants a bite! Now! Immediately! Right away!"

Before Sun Haoran could speak, Third Brother Zhao Yuxuan crowded over again and shouted loudly, his expression as obsequious as could be.

A spineless fellow!

Sun Haoran looked at him with disdain, and was about to put on a posture of unyielding integrity.

But when he saw Sun Deming take out chopsticks, pick up noodles, and wave them a few times in front of him, his gaze involuntarily followed the noodles back and forth.

Distinct strands of noodles coated in sauce, emitting a captivating fragrance.

This fragrance was richer than anything he had ever eaten, swiftly toppling the high wall called reason in his heart.

"Foster Father! Give me a bite too!"

Humiliation! Too humiliating!

Sun Haoran felt his tears, uncontrollably flowing from the corner of his mouth.