Chapter 481

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Protagonist:

Lu Feng

Lu Feng turned off the flame under the stove, pressed the pressure cooker's exhaust valve, and after the pressure inside the pot gradually dropped, slowly lifted the lid.

A rich aroma instantly burst out of the pot, drifting from the kitchen door into the hall and sweeping toward the diners inside.

At the table beside the counter, Zhao Yan had just quickly snatched the last green stalk of stir-fried lu hao from the minefield plate and stuffed it into his mouth; his nose suddenly took a deep breath of the rich aroma drifting from the kitchen, and his chewing motion abruptly stopped.

"Damn! This meat fragrance—smelling it is too fragrant, isn't it?"

Zhao Yan couldn't help but sniff the air twice more, exclaiming loudly with a face full of pleasant surprise.

The Black Bear beside him had just finished a Lion's Head on his own plate and was about to eat a second one; upon smelling the aroma from the kitchen, he couldn't help but lift his head, sniffing nonstop toward the kitchen: "Indeed, this smell really gets to you—just one whiff and the saliva in my mouth can't help but pour out!"

The Minefield kept the posture of guarding his plate just now, no longer bothering to blame Zhao Yan for snatching his last stir-fried lu hao; his eyes stared fixedly at Lu Feng's movements in the kitchen, and he subconsciously swallowed: "This aroma... is it those claws we ordered? I haven't eaten meat for ages, this smell is too fragrant!"

"I think it should be!"

Zhao Yan swallowed the last stalk of lu hao in his mouth, wiped his mouth, and looked toward the kitchen full of anticipation: "Ever since I came to eat at Lu Boss's place, I rarely eat outside anymore; I haven't had these braised chicken feet for quite a while either."

In their words, there was full anticipation for the source of this aroma.

The Black Bear looked the calmest, tapping the tabletop lightly with his finger: "No more talk, our third dish is almost ready; get ready to serve the food."

Although he looked unhurried, under the table, the muscles on his two legs had already tensed up, and his heels were slightly raised, ready to stand up and rush out at any moment.

"Find one, your Melt-in-the-Mouth Claws are ready; please come serve them!"

Hu Xiaoyun at the counter side put the tray on the counter and shouted loudly toward Zhao Yan and the other two.

"You wait here, I'll go serve."

Zhao Yan waved his hand at Black Bear and Minefield, saying he would stand up.

"No no no, let me serve!"

Minefield was not to be outdone, reaching out to stop Zhao Yan who was preparing to stand up, and forcibly pressed him back into the seat: "A Yan, you and Black Bear just sit here and wait to eat; I'll go help you serve them!"

The two were still fighting to serve the food when they felt a gust of wind pass by their side, and a black shadow shot out with a "whoosh."

That person was precisely the silent Black Bear; Hu Xiaoyun's shout hadn't even landed yet, and he sprang up from the chair as if there were springs under his butt.

By the time Zhao Yan and Minefield reacted, he had already walked to the front of the counter.

"Damn, this Black Bear kid is so fast!"

Seeing this, Zhao Yan couldn't help but complain, and he and Minefield immediately followed.

Three muscular men with bodies like iron towers suddenly surrounded the front of the counter, startling Hu Xiaoyun.

When the three of them arrived at the counter, they all scrambled to serve, and Hu Xiaoyun couldn't help but smile and advise: "You three don't fight over it, there's enough for all, be careful not to knock over the plates."

Finally, the three stopped fighting over it, simply gave up the tray, each carrying their own portion, and walked back with excited faces.

When the three returned, their steps slowed considerably; they carefully carried the plates in their hands, afraid the chicken feet inside would fall out. Their appearance made anyone who didn't know think they were holding some priceless treasure.

"Xiao Yun, what did they just serve? It smells so fragrant?"

On this side of the counter, the line at this moment had just reached Fang Yuan.

Her gaze still stayed on Zhao Yan and the other two over there, and while speaking, she twitched her pretty nose.

"Sister Fang, that's the new dish the boss launched today; you haven't come for several days, right?"

Hu Xiaoyun looked at Fang Yuan and said with a sweet smile on her face.

Fang Yuan couldn't help but smile and shake her head, her tone carrying a bit of helplessness: "Isn't it because your boss's business here is getting better and better? The other day I came a bit late, and by the time I queued, you had already closed for business and I didn't get to eat."

Then she took out her mobile phone from her pocket and shook it, her eyes carrying a bit of small pride: "But it won't be like that anymore; I added a scalper as a friend today, so even if I come late in the future, I won't have to worry about not being able to eat what Lu Boss makes."

"Miss Fang is here."

Lu Feng walked to the kitchen door, caught sight of Fang Yuan standing at the counter with one glance, smiled and raised his hand to greet her, his tone carrying the casualness toward a regular customer.

Fang Yuan looked at Lu Feng; her eyes first brightened, then she deliberately frowned and said: "Lu Boss, I've been wondering—your dishes here are honestly not cheap, so why are there still so many people coming to eat here every day? I've never seen such a bustling scene even in a five-star hotel like yours."

While saying this, she lightly stomped her heels, which were a bit sore from waiting in line for too long.

After hearing this, Lu Feng showed a somewhat serious expression: "Miss Fang, do you think what I sell here is expensive? But I don't think it's expensive at all; here, it's just a very ordinary price."

His words were not perfunctory.

The ingredients in the System Mall are all top-grade ingredients hard to find on the market; plus the bonus of Full-Level Culinary Arts, and his own cooking process that pursues perfection.

He had always felt that the prices in his shop now were already very fair.

If it were another high-end restaurant, the price of every dish here would probably have to be multiplied several times at least.

"Hahaha, Lu Boss, I'm just joking with you."

Seeing Lu Feng's serious look, Fang Yuan couldn't help but laugh: "I know your culinary skill is good, Lu Boss, and it's indeed worth this price; the food made in five-star hotels isn't as delicious as what you make. I'm just complaining to you—that every time I come to eat at your shop, I have to wait a long time."

Then he looked at Zhao Yan and the others who had just left carrying three portions of Melt-in-the-Mouth Claws, and asked curiously: "I haven't eaten what you make, Lu Boss, for several days; today I must properly taste your new dish here. What was it that those few just ordered?"