Chapter 475

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Protagonist:

Lu Feng

Zhang Xianyang's gaze drifted involuntarily toward that side, his eyes carrying a hint of envy.

He regretted it now; if he had known these Fengwei Shrimp were this delicious, even if he had to dip into his own private stash, he would have bought a portion to taste properly.

The diners at the neighboring table saw Zhang Xianyang staring fixedly at the Fengwei Shrimp before them, and couldn't help but grow sensitive, quickly moving their plate farther away and scooting over to the side.

He was also a regular customer of the shop, often seeing Zhang Xianyang there, and they had exchanged a few words during that time.

"Doctor Zhang, we're not that close, you can't eat my portion! This plate of Fengwei Shrimp is just this much, I myself can't even finish it as one person, I really have no way to share any with you!"

The man showed an embarrassed smile on his face, and said to Zhang Xianyang with a completely straightforward expression.

"Who said I want to eat yours?"

Zhang Xianyang was made somewhat amused and exasperated by his guarded appearance, and quickly waved his hand, saying: "I'm just looking, can you not be so sensitive? The dishes Boss Lu makes are delicious, but I wouldn't snatch anyone's food!"

"Good, good."

The man immediately breathed a sigh of relief, laughed somewhat embarrassedly, but his body still couldn't help but move over a bit more, before he picked up his chopsticks reassuredly and happily ate his own portion of Fengwei Shrimp.

The man ate with such enjoyment that Zhang Xianyang felt saliva starting to secrete uncontrollably in his mouth again, and couldn't help but turn his head to glance sideways at Liao Tong beside him, who was also eating Fengwei Shrimp.

He was still debating whether to shamelessly ask Liao Tong for one more to eat, when suddenly Hu Xiaoyun's clear shout came from the counter side: "Doctor Zhang, the Yangchun Noodles and Stir-fried Lu Hao you ordered are ready, please come pick them up!"

Zhang Xianyang immediately responded, stood up and quickly walked to the counter side to take the tray from Hu Xiaoyun's hands.

Carrying the tray back to the table, Zhang Xianyang pushed one bowl of Yangchun Noodles and Stir-fried Lu Hao in front of Liao Tong, while he himself impatiently picked up his chopsticks and first clipped a chopstick of Stir-fried Lu Hao.

The Lu Hao was stir-fried to tender and dripping freshness, crisp and refreshing in the mouth, with an incomparably delicious flavor, instantly whetting one's appetite.

"Alright, now you have something to eat, you'd better not have any ideas about my Fengwei Shrimp anymore."

Liao Tong chewed the Fengwei Shrimp in his mouth, looking at Zhang Xianyang's hurried eating appearance, and couldn't help but laugh as he said.

Zhang Xianyang swallowed the food in his mouth, raised his head unhappily to retort: "This bowl of noodles of yours, and the Stir-fried Lu Hao, are all my treat to you; not being grateful to me is one thing, but you still tease me, truly shameless."

"Isn't it because you're about to get your professional title? Treating me to a meal is only natural, isn't it?"

Liao Tong had a completely indifferent expression, and as he spoke he clipped a chopstick of Stir-fried Lu Hao; after eating it into his mouth, he couldn't help but his eyes lit up.

The taste of this Stir-fried Lu Hao was better than any restaurant he had eaten in his hometown, it could be said to be completely not on the same level.

He discovered for the first time that this Stir-fried Lu Hao, which he had always thought tasted rather ordinary, could actually be made so astonishingly delicious.

"Alright alright, go on eating your Fengwei Shrimp."

Zhang Xianyang was instantly speechless, picked up his own portion of Yangchun Noodles, and loudly slurped two big mouthfuls.

He clipped another chopstick of Lu Hao; the crisp and tender texture paired with the chewy and smooth noodles instantly soothed the regret in his heart from not having eaten enough Fengwei Shrimp.

Although he had only eaten two Fengwei Shrimp, not at all satisfied, fortunately he still had this delicious Yangchun Noodles and Stir-fried Lu Hao to eat.

Liao Tong watched Zhang Xianyang eating with a satisfied face, and his gaze also fell on his own portion of Yangchun Noodles, and he couldn't help but frown.

He looked left and right at that bowl of Yangchun Noodles for a while, then leaned over to sniff the smell of the Yangchun Noodles.

The freshness of the soup base mixed with the wheat fragrance of the noodles indeed smelled much more fragrant than any noodles he had eaten before.

But when he thought of the slippery texture of the noodles entering his mouth, he still felt some resistance in his heart.

Finally he still put the Yangchun Noodles aside first, and continued eating the remaining two Fengwei Shrimp and that plate of Stir-fried Lu Hao.

A plate of eight Fengwei Shrimp, Zhang Xianyang ate two, the remaining six, even if Liao Tong ate them as carefully as possible, still had to be finished when it came time to eat them up.

Liao Tong pushed the empty plate, which only had the middle Wutong Tree decoration left, to the side, then pulled the Yangchun Noodles beside him closer.

He turned his head to look at Zhang Xianyang beside him, only to see that the other was now completely immersed in the world of delicious food, with a happy face lowering his head to eat.

Although he looked like he was eating very enjoyably, Liao Tong's expression was still somewhat conflicted.

He picked up his chopsticks and gently stirred the noodles in the bowl a few times.

The noodles were distinct strand by strand, wrapped in clear soup juice; as he stirred, steam kept rising, carrying an even richer fragrance, smelling it was very appetizing.

But even so, Liao Tong's furrowed brow still did not relax, because he really did not like eating noodles.

The reason he didn't like eating noodles was very simple: he had eaten too many as a child and gotten sick of them.

When Liao Tong lived at home, the family conditions were just of the ordinary kind.

His father was a clerk in a small company, his mother did odd jobs in a supermarket in the city, their salaries were not high; they usually thought about how to save money and still be full when selling vegetables and cooking.

Therefore, noodles became the staple food Liao Tong's family ate the most.

Because noodles were simple and convenient to make, cooked quickly, and with some salt and green onions added could be a meal; moreover, the bagged noodles in the supermarket's special price section were especially cheap, so Liao Tong's mother bought a big bag almost every week.

At first, Liao Tong still thought noodles were quite delicious, and while eating he praised his mother's culinary skill, saying the noodles she made were more delicious than those sold outside.

But this liking, under the day-after-day monotonous noodle bombardment, slowly began to change.

From when Liao Tong started elementary school until he graduated high school, on the family dining table, except during holidays and festivals, almost every day was monopolized by noodles of various flavors.

By the time he was in high school, he had no appetite when seeing noodles, but seeing his mother cooking so hard, he still gritted his teeth and ate them down.

Until he got into university, Liao Tong finally completely escaped the control of noodles; seeing the noodle window in the school cafeteria, he would subconsciously stay far away.

During the four years of university, he almost never ate noodles.

There were a few times when he had no choice, and only then would he occasionally eat instant noodles.

There was no way; it wasn't that noodles weren't delicious, but that he had eaten too many before, truly eaten himself sick of them, and noodles had become his childhood shadow.

At this moment Liao Tong raised his head and looked around; the diners in the hall were all eating with relish.

He then lowered his head to look at the plate with only the decorative Fengwei Shrimp left, couldn't help but let out a faint sigh, and loudly said toward the kitchen direction: "Boss, your Fengwei Shrimp are delicious, but one portion is too few; made this delicious, in my opinion there must be twenty on a plate to be enough to eat!"