Chapter 50

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Protagonist:

Lu Feng

"If I'm not out eating, what else could I be doing? Our son's already this old, and your head is still filled with all sorts of nonsense all day long……"

The man muttered in a low voice.

The middle-aged man's name was Zhao Zhenhui. He and his wife Zhou Yaqin had been together since university, married right after graduation, and the couple had strived in Jiangcheng for twenty years; now they could be considered successful in their careers, jointly running a trading company.

Married for many years, their relationship had always been very good; although they were no longer young, they still sometimes bickered just like when they were young.

Hearing her husband's muttering, Zhou Yaqin glared at him, then turned her head to examine the shop's environment.

Actually, she didn't like this kind of roadside little shop; she always felt the sanitary conditions couldn't compare to those high-end restaurants.

But her husband Zhao Zhenhui's thinking was different from hers; he wasn't very interested in high-end restaurants, but instead had a special fondness for roadside snack shops.

On this Food Street, the place the couple went to most often was Li Ji.

Because the husband really liked eating their xiaolongbao, going there almost once or twice every week.

Over these years the couple had traveled far and wide and eaten quite a lot of delicacies.

But when it came to xiaolongbao, they felt Li Ji in Jiang City was still the most authentic.

Last Saturday at Li Ji, they heard a few young men at the next table mention this newly opened restaurant, saying its xiaolongbao were even tastier than Li Ji's, and the two of them were both somewhat skeptical.

On Monday evening, they specially made a trip to Food Street, only to see the notice posted on the gate.

To tell the truth, seeing the business hours written on it, Zhou Yaqin's first reaction was that this shop's boss had something wrong with his brain.

But her husband expressed great interest and immediately decided to come over at three in the morning to check it out.

She originally thought her husband was just talking, after all there was still a pile of matters at the company waiting for him to handle tomorrow.

Unexpectedly, just as she was sleeping soundly, she was startled awake by the alarm clock Zhao Zhenyu had set in advance.

She got up and saw Zhao Zhenhui was dressing; only then did she realize her husband really intended to come eat.

Although very reluctant in her heart, worried about her husband being alone outside and unsafe, Zhou Yaqin still came along.

After carefully looking around, Zhou Yaqin discovered that although this shop looked not large, it was tidied up extremely cleanly, and no greasy stains could be seen on the tables and chairs.

Moreover, this shop's decor was classical and elegant, very much to Zhou Yaqin's taste.

As for the boss……

He looked quite young, and didn't seem like someone with a brain problem.

Zhou Yaqin couldn't understand how he came up with the idea of opening for business at three in the morning.

"Hello Boss, heard your xiaolongbao are especially delicious, we came specially to have a taste."

Zhao Zhenhui said to Lu Feng standing behind the counter.

"Sorry, I just started business; there are xiaolongbao, but you'll need to wait."

Lu Feng pointed at the price list on the wall and began recommending this week's mission dish: "The fried noodles just launched this week, want to try them? The taste is also very good; you can eat while you wait."

"Fried noodles? Haven't eaten those in a long time……" Zhao Zhenhui showed some interest, turning to look at his wife: "Fried noodles, you eating or not?"

"Middle of the night, I'm not eating that greasy stuff!" Zhou Yaqin said with a frown.

"You don't eat, I'll eat." Zhao Zhenhui turned his head and decisively scanned the code to order: "One portion of fried noodles first; when the xiaolongbao are ready, bring a portion of those too."

Lu Feng acknowledged and then walked into the kitchen to start bustling about.

The Zhao Zhenhui couple found a window-side seat and sat down; before long they smelled the fragrance wafting over from the kitchen.

"Hey! This smell is so fragrant!" Zhao Zhenhui took a deep sniff, suddenly remembered something, and asked his wife excitedly: "Wife, do you still remember that fried noodle shop we used to go to all the time back in university?"

"Of course I remember." Zhou Yaqin's face showed a playful smile: "I remember a certain someone had just been dumped back then, drank a whole table of beer from the boss, and didn't have any money on him; if I hadn't paid in the end, that certain someone would probably have been washing dishes for the boss."

Zhao Zhenhui's face showed an embarrassed smile: "It's been so many years, the stuff from when we first met, you still remember it this clearly?"

"Of course, that table of yours cost me over a hundred; that was the money I'd just earned from my part-time job, hadn't even warmed up in my hands before it was all spent by you!"

"I'm talking to you about fried noodles, why do you keep bringing up my past ugly history?" Zhao Zhenhui was a bit displeased.

"Okay okay, I'll stop talking about you." Zhou Yaqin laughed and shook her head.

"I remember right after we graduated, we didn't have much money, and what we ate the most back then was that fried noodle shop."

"Back then your dorm mates' boyfriends all had good conditions, they ate McDonald's and KFC every day, but you followed me and could only eat fried noodles."

"Back then I made up my mind: if I ever had money, I'd definitely take you to eat big meals every day, and never eat fried noodles again."

Speaking to here, Zhao Zhenhui laughed and shook his head: "Never expected that when I really got money, instead I'd feel those big meals couldn't compare to the fried noodles back then."

"Yeah, thinking back now, although you had no money back then, actually I was pretty happy every day following you." Zhou Yaqin also fell into reminiscence, saying with a face full of emotion.

"Wife, people say if you keep reminiscing about the past at the drop of a hat, it means you're old; you say, are we really old?" Zhao Zhenhui sighed and asked.

"I don't feel old at all." Zhou Yaqin rolled her eyes at her husband: "This old lady is forever eighteen!"

"Ah right right right, you're not old at all, just like the first time I met you." Zhao Zhenyu laughed in agreement: "When we were young, didn't we also often come out for late-night snacks in the middle of the night? Look how similar it is to now!"

At this moment, Lu Feng walked out of the kitchen carrying the fried noodles: "You two, your fried noodles are ready."

Zhao Zhenhui stood up and brought the fried noodles back, face showing some pleasant surprise: "Wife, look at these fried noodles, they smell so fragrant! You sure you don't want a portion?"

Zhou Yaqin smelled the fried noodles' aroma and was also somewhat tempted, but after hesitating a while, still shook her head.

"You eat; if I eat this stuff I'm afraid my stomach won't handle it."

"Then I'm eating!" Zhao Zhenyu picked up the chopsticks at the side; the bursts of fragrance from the fried noodles made him a bit impatient to taste the flavor.

He picked up a mouthful of noodles with his chopsticks and ate big mouthfuls.

The fried noodles had just entered his mouth when Zhao Zhenyu couldn't help but take a deep breath, his body leaning back slightly, face showing an expression of incomparable enjoyment.

These fried noodles weren't greasy at all when eaten, almost not like they were stir-fried in oil at all; various vegetables and seasonings blended perfectly with the noodles, every mouthful making one unable to resist wanting to swallow even their tongue along with it.

"Wife! These fried noodles are simply a delicacy of the human world!" Zhao Zhenhui said to Zhou Yaqin with noodles in his mouth, speaking unclearly: "This taste is a bit like the fried noodles we ate in college, but ten times more delicious than that place!"

"Really that delicious?" Seeing her husband eating with such relish, Zhou Yaqin's appetite was also whetted.

She picked up her chopsticks, clipped several strands of fried noodles from the plate in front of her husband into her mouth, and chewed slowly.

As she chewed, the springy texture and aroma of the fried noodles spread in her mouth, making her unable to help but widen her eyes.

This taste was something she had never experienced before; even in high-end restaurants, she had never eaten anything so delicious.

Is this really fried noodles?

If this portion of fried noodles were served in a high-end restaurant, it would absolutely be a signature dish!

"How is it, delicious or not?"

Zhao Zhenhui saw the expression on his wife's face and asked with a smile.

"Delicious! Too delicious!" Zhou Yaqin simply moved the plate from in front of her husband toward herself, saying in a tone that allowed no objection: "This portion is all mine!"

Zhao Zhenyu was stunned for a moment, helplessly smiled and shook his head, then stood up and shouted toward Lu Feng: "Boss! Two more portions of fried noodles!"

Zhou Yaqin furrowed her brows and smacked her husband: "How did you order two portions?"

"Such delicious fried noodles, one portion isn't enough!" Zhao Zhenyu answered as a matter of course.

"Right!" Zhou Yaqin stared at her husband with a smiling gaze: "So why did you order two portions?"

Zhao Zhenyu saw the smile on his wife's face and instantly understood.

"Boss! Add one more portion! Three portions of fried noodles in total!"