Chapter 474

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Protagonist:

Lu Feng

Liao Tong looked at the shrimp on his chopsticks — the front section was snowy white, and the closer to the tail shell, the more vividly red it became, a living, flame-like crimson.

He popped the shrimp into his mouth in one bite, and the moment his teeth sank in, he felt the shrimp meat's incomparably tender, smooth texture.

Chewing slowly, he tasted the various flavors blended into the shrimp meat.

Yet these flavors did not steal the shrimp's own taste; on the contrary, they further highlighted its fresh sweetness.

Not a trace of fishiness could be detected on the shrimp meat, and the most wondrous thing was that while eating it was extraordinarily delicious, it also carried a faint floral fragrance — truly magical.

"This Boss's culinary skill is too awesome! His Fengwei Shrimp isn't just authentic, the taste is even better than the Fengwei Shrimp back home!"

Liao Tong swallowed the shrimp meat and said with incomparable emotion.

"That goes without saying, Lu Boss's culinary skill is number one under heaven."

Zhang Xianyang, just now taking advantage of Liao Tong's careful tasting, had already swiftly snatched a shrimp with his chopsticks and stuffed it into his mouth; now that he'd finished it, he still wanted more, and couldn't help asking with a grin: "This Fengwei Shrimp is really too delicious, you shouldn't have any objection if I eat another one, right?"

"No, I said I'd only let you eat one."

Liao Tong pulled the plate closer to himself, face stern, and refused with a deadpan expression.

His look right now was exactly the same as Zhang Xianyang's expression earlier when he was unwilling to treat him to Fengwei Shrimp — he'd learned it from Zhang Xianyang.

Actually, when Liao Tong ordered, he indeed intended to give Zhang Xianyang a few extra shrimp.

After all, they were classmates who'd shared a dormitory for five years of university; sharing a dish together was nothing unusual.

But just now, after eating one Fengwei Shrimp, he discovered that Lu Feng's Fengwei Shrimp wasn't just authentic Jinling flavor — the taste was simply too captivating.

Without exaggeration, every chew after putting it in his mouth was an ultimate enjoyment.

Yet this plate of Fengwei Shrimp had only eight shrimp total; Liao Tong felt even one person — himself — couldn't get enough.

The one Zhang Xianyang had sneakily eaten while he wasn't paying attention had already made him ache for a long while.

Now he'd finished one and still wanted more — Liao Tong was ten thousand percent unwilling in his heart.

"Hey, no, old classmate, didn't you just promise me you'd let me eat a few more? You're going back on your word!"

Zhang Xianyang grew anxious the moment he heard that, his voice involuntarily rising a few notches, drawing glances from diners at nearby tables; he hurriedly lowered his voice again, but his tone was full of pleading: "Old classmate, consider me begging you, okay? I won't eat much, just a taste is enough."

"You've already eaten one, haven't you already tasted the flavor?"

Liao Tong pursed his lips, both hands clutching the plate before him as if guarding a treasure, deathly afraid Zhang Xianyang wouldn't be able to resist reaching out and snatching one.

"I ate too fast just now — what the Fengwei Shrimp tastes like, I still haven't had time to savor before it was gone."

Zhang Xianyang's eyes were glued to Liao Tong's plate of Fengwei Shrimp, saliva secreting nonstop in his mouth, his heart itching like a cat was scratching it.

That curling fresh fragrance of the Fengwei Shrimp was like a hook, luring out every glutton worm in his belly, making him utterly unable to look away.

"You think you're Pigsy eating Ginseng Fruit?"

Liao Tong was nearly amused into laughter by his appearance, but he still held back his mirth and firmly refused: "No way, the remaining few aren't even enough for me — don't forget this portion was bought with my own money; if you want to eat, go buy your own!"

A flicker of hesitation flashed through Zhang Xianyang's eyes; he turned his head to look at the diners queuing in the hall.

Right now the diners queuing behind were scrambling to order Fengwei Shrimp, and the sound of Lu Feng's spatula clanging against the wok in the back kitchen rose and fell without end.

If he wanted to buy another portion of Fengwei Shrimp now, he'd have to go back to the end of the line and queue all over again.

But the queue outside the door was now many times longer than when they'd first arrived; even if Zhang Xianyang was willing to buy another portion, going to queue again now, whether he could even get Fengwei Shrimp was uncertain.

Thinking it over, continuing to wear down Liao Tong was still the more reliable option.

Reaching this thought, Zhang Xianyang immediately launched into his nagging mode again, his tone dripping with deep grievance: "Oh, you Liao Tong, let me ask you — are we still the old classmates of five university years? Have you forgotten, that Wednesday the week before summer break sophomore year, I still treated you to eat…"

Seeing Zhang Xianyang about to recount all over again the history of treating Liao Tong to meals during university, Liao Tong only felt his head buzzing.

He couldn't help glancing around, and just happened to see diners at several nearby tables watching them with faces full of amusement.

Among them were two quite pretty girls, covering their mouths and snickering.

Liao Tong's face instantly felt hot; he hurriedly waved his hand to interrupt Zhang Xianyang's "incantation": "Alright alright, stop reciting! I'll give you one more, just one!"

Right now he was already regretting coming out to eat with Zhang Xianyang today — he really couldn't take him a bit.

Although he'd ultimately compromised, he immediately emphasized once more: "Only one more wolf for you, the rest are all mine — even if you wear your lips out nagging, I won't give you the rest!"

"Fine fine fine, as long as there's something to eat!"

Hearing this, Zhang Xianyang's expression flipped like a face-change act into a grin; he immediately picked up his chopsticks and impatiently snatched another Fengwei Shrimp.

This time he didn't eat so fast — a single shrimp tail he divided into several bites, chewing slowly and carefully savoring the taste in his mouth.

Liao Tong watched his satisfied look and couldn't help sighing, looking with heartache at the only five shrimp left in the plate before him, then lowered his head and ate as well.

Soon, Zhang Xianyang finished the second Fengwei Shrimp he'd wheedled; he smacked his lips, rubbed his belly, and felt that after eating two Fengwei Shrimp, his stomach was instead getting hungrier the more he ate.

But he didn't find it unexpected — Lu Boss's dishes were just like that, making people's appetite grow the more they ate.

If not for heartache over the bills in their wallets, every diner here would wish to stuff their belly until bursting before willing to leave.

The Yangchun Noodles and Stir-fried Asparagus Lettuce they'd ordered hadn't arrived yet; he was a bit bored, so he started looking left and right.

Soon, having finished another Fengwei Shrimp, Zhang Xianyang smacked his lips, rubbed his ever-hungrier belly, still with a look of not having had enough.

Their shop's Yangchun Noodles and Stir-fried Asparagus Lettuce still hadn't come up; Zhang Xianyang, idle from boredom, started looking left and right.

The diners who'd just sat down at the next table were precisely the ones who'd queued behind them when ordering.

Right now a freshly made portion of Fengwei Shrimp sat before that person too, looking extremely tempting.