Chapter 54

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Protagonist:

Lu Feng

Qin Feiyu's face darkened; she hadn't expected that in the time it took to turn her head, her grandpa would start pulling shenanigans.

They had just agreed to have Little Li buy for him every day, and Grandpa had agreed perfectly well.

What, one meal a day isn't enough?

Thirty portions of fried noodles — by the time you take them back and finish eating, when will that be? They'll have gone stale by then!

"Boss, sorry about that, don't listen to my grandpa's nonsense, he's joking." Qin Feiyu gave Lu Feng an apologetic smile, then reached out to grab Grandpa Qin's arm: "Stop making trouble, come on, let's go home!"

"Hey, you've misunderstood! This old man certainly can't eat it all alone, I'm not a pig!"

Grandpa Qin waved his hand, frowning as he spoke.

"I'm buying for those few old buddies of mine; their health isn't as good as mine, and it's inconvenient for them to go out. Tomorrow I'll call them over to our place and let them have a taste of this delicious fried noodles too."

Hearing Grandpa Qin say this, Lu Feng understood — so it wasn't for himself.

But thirty portions of fried noodles, how many people would that take to eat?

Does this old grandpa have that many connections?

Qin Feiyu still wore a disbelieving look, her big eyes fixed on Grandpa Qin: "Grandpa, how many friends you have in Jiang City — could I not know? Can the lot of you finish thirty portions?"

Grandpa Qin felt a bit guilty; when he asked for thirty portions of fried noodles, he had actually calculated it.

Those few old friends in the villa district plus him — seven or eight portions would be about right.

The rest he planned to keep and eat slowly.

Three meals a day, two portions a meal, could still last two or three days.

Today it was a rare chance that fried noodles weren't limited in quantity; not buying more would be a real loss.

Of course he couldn't tell his granddaughter this, or she definitely wouldn't agree.

"Xiao Yu, underestimating Grandpa, are we? Believe it or not, one call from me and tomorrow my old subordinates from nationwide would all come over — then thirty portions wouldn't be enough!"

When Grandpa Qin said this, the expression on his face was somewhat proud.

"I believe it." Qin Feiyu rolled her eyes at Grandpa Qin in exasperation: "People coming all that way just to eat a bite of fried noodles at your place? Can you stop making a fuss?"

The customers queuing behind them to buy fried noodles had listened to them argue for a long time with no result, and couldn't help urging: "Grandpa, if you haven't decided, why not let us behind go first?"

Lu Feng also couldn't help persuading: "Grandpa, it's not that I don't want to sell to you, but these fried noodles can't be kept too long — at most one day and they can't be eaten."

Hearing this, Qin Feiyu then said to Grandpa Qin: "Grandpa, don't delay others here, let's go back first!"

Grandpa Qin was unhappy, and insisted stubbornly: "No, I have to take at least a few portions back, let those old friends of mine have a taste — this is called sharing good fortune! Ten portions total, that's fine, right?"

"No, too many! Two portions!" Qin Feiyu flatly refused.

"Two portions? Granddaughter, are you treating my old buddies like cats? At least five portions!" Grandpa Qin disagreed.

"Three portions max, or else you don't get to take even one — you choose!" Qin Feiyu's attitude was firm.

"Fine fine fine, three portions it is, hurry up and pay the boss."

Grandpa Qin compromised helplessly, worried Qin Feiyu would go back on her word, and hurriedly urged her to pay.

"Honestly, still wanted to buy thirty portions!" Qin Feiyu scanned the code to pay while muttering: "It's not like there's no one at home to cook for you, you like eating other people's cooking so much — why not just have the boss be your private chef?"

Grandpa Qin had been a bit unhappy because the amount of fried noodles he could buy was reduced, but hearing Qin Feiyu's words, his eyes suddenly lit up!

Lu Feng packed the fried noodles and came out of the kitchen, handing them over: "Grandpa, your packed fried noodles are ready."

Grandpa Qin grabbed Lu Feng's hand and said excitedly: "Young man, how about you come be my private chef from now on! The treatment and all that is negotiable, I definitely won't shortchange you!"

"This..." Lu Feng was a bit dumbfounded; he had never thought about this kind of thing.

Qin Feiyu couldn't stand watching anymore, stepped forward and pulled Grandpa Qin away: "Grandpa, I was just saying it casually, you actually took it seriously?"

"Xiao Yu, that's a good idea of yours, still you're the smart one!"

Grandpa Qin turned his head to look at Lu Feng, his face full of expectation: "How about it, young man, consider it?"

Lu Feng didn't hesitate in the slightest, and refused decisively: "Forget it, Grandpa. I just want to run my own shop and do a bit of business; I don't have that plan for now."

The excitement on Grandpa Qin's face instantly dissipated, and he looked a bit lost.

Qin Feiyu sighed, took Grandpa Qin's hand, and coaxed him like a child: "Grandpa, your shop is running perfectly fine, why insist on making him your private chef? Let's go back, don't delay the boss's business."

"Sigh..." Grandpa Qin sighed and nodded, though his eyes still didn't look like he had given up on the idea.

"Grandpa, if you don't come back with me now, don't ever expect me to bring you here again!"

Seeing Grandpa Qin still looking like he wouldn't give up until he reached his goal, Qin Feiyu had to play her trump card; after saying this she walked toward the shop entrance on her own.

"Okay okay okay, going home, going home!"

Grandpa Qin had no choice but to follow; when he reached the store entrance he turned back and shouted at Lu Feng once more: "Young man, you consider it again!"

Watching Grandpa Qin's departing figure, Lu Feng shook his head and smiled wryly.

For the sake of eating good food, this old grandpa was actually this persistent.

Truly an interesting old grandpa.

"Boss, are my fried noodles ready?" A customer's urging voice came from the hall.

Lu Feng answered, turned around, and went back into the kitchen to continue busying himself.

As time slowly passed, the sky outside Food Street gradually brightened, and the second day's business ended.

Hu Daye came very early, arriving at Lu Feng's store entrance before seven o'clock.

After putting away the vegetables Hu Daye brought, Lu Feng didn't rush to send Hu Daye off, but went to the kitchen to make a few portions of xiaolongbao.

Coming this early, Hu Daye definitely hadn't had time to eat breakfast yet.

Lu Feng wouldn't let Hu Daye go back hungry.

After seeing the price list on the wall, Hu Daye absolutely refused to eat, saying it would be a waste to give him such good things.

Lu Feng said it was free, and after much persuasion Hu Daye finally agreed to stay for breakfast.

As soon as the soup dumplings entered his mouth, Hu Daye praised them endlessly, saying that after all these years he had never eaten such delicious soup dumplings.

But after eating one steamer basket, Hu Daye said he was already full and refused to eat any more no matter what.

After seeing Hu Daye off, Lu Feng took a taxi back to the rental house.

Today there were far more customers in the shop than yesterday; tomorrow it's time to introduce a new flavor of fried noodles.

……

Noon.

Jiangcheng University Cafeteria.

Chen Deming was frowning while eating the fried noodles he bought from the school cafeteria window.

After picking up a bite with chopsticks and chewing a few mouthfuls, finding it truly hard to swallow, Chen Deming couldn't help muttering: "What the hell is this garbage, it tastes terrible! It's worlds apart from the portion I had last night!"

He poked at it with his chopsticks a few times and couldn't help sighing.

I really want to go eat there again!

"Ding-dong!"

His mobile phone made a notification sound; Chen Deming picked it up and saw that the counselor had just posted a notice in the class group.

"Classmates, the advanced math teacher is asking for leave tomorrow, and the morning advanced math class is canceled."

Advanced math class canceled?

Chen Deming remembered that tomorrow morning seemed to have only advanced math class.

That means…

Looking at that notice, Chen Deming's breathing began to quicken.

Third Brother Zhao Yuxuan, who had returned to the dormitory first, called him right away.

"Second Brother! Did you see the notice just posted in the group?"

Zhao Yuxuan's voice on the other end of the phone contained excitement that was hard to conceal.

"I saw it! Is Eldest Brother in the dormitory?"

"He is! What about tonight?"

Chen Deming's mouth curled up, revealing a meaningful smile.

"All-nighter at the internet cafe!"