Chapter 552

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Protagonist:

Lu Feng

That sentence Huang Mao had just let slip unintentionally left Yang Zhenguang seething with anger.

He really wanted to tell Duotang at the top of his lungs that he was the head chef of that very Western restaurant that treated customers like suckers, and then argue a few rounds with him.

But then Yang Zhenguang remembered his purpose for coming to Lu Family Restaurant this time; he didn't want to let such a trivial matter affect his plan.

Thinking of this, Yang Zhenguang took a deep breath and forcibly swallowed back the words that had reached his lips.

"Got it, I'll go queue."

His face regained its calm, and he replied in a muffled voice, then turned and walked toward the end of the line.

Seeing Yang Zhenguang obediently go queue, Huang Mao didn't say anything more either; he turned and continued keeping order: "Everyone don't squeeze, one by one, business hours haven't been going on long today, everyone gets a portion, don't rush!"

He and Hu Ge and the others had already been working as queue order managers at Lu Family Restaurant for nearly a week.

Actually, at first, the few of them weren't willing to do this work at all.

After all, they'd been drifting around the streets for several years, used to being free and loose, had done plenty of troublemaking, but didn't want to do a single proper job.

Of course, with their character, looking for a proper job probably no company would look favorably on them anyway.

Huang Mao had previously tried submitting quite a few resumes, but as soon as people saw his past record, not throwing him out directly was already pretty good.

And now, the reason they came to Lu Family Restaurant was still because, under Lu Feng's skills and the threats of Grandpa Qin and the others, in order to live stable days in the future, they had no choice but to propose coming here to work.

The first few days, they were still thinking of just muddling through for a few days and then leaving.

But unexpectedly, as they worked, they actually found it quite addictive.

Every day the diners queuing to eat at Lu Family Restaurant were all shapes and sizes, all kinds of people.

But for the few of them who had drifted the streets year-round, dealing with different people was just a piece of cake.

Before, when they were messing around on the streets, no matter where they went, there were always quite a few disdainful looks around them.

But ever since they started working at Lu Family Restaurant, everything became somewhat different from before.

Before, when someone queued out of line, they'd step forward to dissuade them, and inevitably there'd be some minor conflicts with those people.

But before they could use their usual heavy-handed tactics to "persuade" those people, the surrounding diners had already unanimously stood on their side, chattering away as they denounced the troublemakers.

That feeling of being backed by a large crowd — Huang Mao and the others had never even dreamed they'd experience something like that.

That kind of confidence that made their backs straighten when they spoke was even more satisfying than the feeling of winning a group brawl back in the day.

Not to mention working here at Lu Family Restaurant, Lu Feng even provided each of them a meal.

Don't look at it as just a simple portion of Yangchun Noodles; that was also personally made by Lu Feng, and the flavor was more delicious than everything they'd eaten from childhood to adulthood put together.

Back when Huang Mao and the others were financially comfortable, they'd also eaten some good food.

But even so, for Lu Feng's daily portion of Yangchun Noodles, the few of them showed zero resistance.

Every time after Lu Family Restaurant closed for business, once they received their bowl of noodles, without even waiting to take it home, they'd impatiently sit in the restaurant and eat until not even soup was left.

Because of these reasons, Huang Mao, Hu Ge, and the others worked harder and harder afterward, and never again had that perfunctory attitude from the start.

They now truly regarded themselves as employees of Lu Family Restaurant, even if only temporary ones.

The diners who often came to eat at Lu Family Restaurant also gradually became familiar with the few of them.

Before, everyone seeing these little hoodlums would unanimously detour around them, afraid of getting involved with them.

But now, many diners, every time they came, would also smile and greet the few of them.

Everyone's impression of these former street hoodlums had now greatly improved.

The scene just now where Huang Mao stopped Yang Zhenguang — many diners saw it, but everyone was already used to it.

After all, Lu Family Restaurant's business is this hot now; there are plenty of people wanting to cut in line every day.

Now that Hu Ge and the others are maintaining order here, everyone feels much more at ease.

Among the queuing diners, someone recognized Yang Zhenguang as the general manager chef of the Western restaurant next door, and one by one they cast a few curious glances his way.

"Yo, isn't this the master chef from the Western restaurant next door? How come you're also eating at Boss Lu's place?"

"I bet he's here to steal the trade secrets, right? After all, Boss Lu's culinary skill is so good, he's jealous seeing the business doing well?"

"I think so too, but Boss Lu's dishes — that's not something just anyone can steal and learn. Before, some chefs from other restaurants came too, studied for half a day and couldn't figure out anything. I was even hoping they'd steal a trick or two from Boss Lu, but when I went to eat, it was still the same old taste……"

Yang Zhenguang silently walked to the end of the line, listening to the quiet discussions around him, only feeling uncomfortable all over.

Time passed minute by second; an hour-plus felt as long as a century.

Yang Zhenguang's two legs were a bit stiff, and his patience had almost been worn to the limit.

But fortunately, by now he had finally moved up to the entrance of Lu Family Restaurant along with the queue.

Yang Zhenguang took a deep breath, suppressed the irritation in his heart, and followed the people ahead into the hall of Lu Family Restaurant.

The moment he entered Lu Family Restaurant, Yang Zhenguang's brows couldn't help but furrow, a trace of disdain flashing in his eyes.

Accustomed to the spacious hall of the Western restaurant, seeing Lu Family Restaurant's somewhat cramped hall and the tables and chairs inside that weren't very roomy either, Yang Zhenguang felt it was a bit crowded here.

In Yang Zhenguang's view, a restaurant's environment is the first impression given to customers.

Spacious space, comfortable seating, clean environment — only these can make customers feel physically and mentally pleased, and better savor the food.

But this Lu Family Restaurant, although it looks pretty clean, the hall is this small, and the noise is loud; in such an environment, wouldn't customers feel stifled? Where's the appetite to eat anything?

"Sir, hello, what would you like to eat?"

Yang Zhenguang was only focused on pondering, but didn't notice that by now he had already queued up to the counter.

Hu Xiaoyun's enthusiastic greeting interrupted his train of thought, bringing him back to his senses.

Yang Zhenguang didn't look at the price list on the wall, and directly ordered: "Red Braised Lion's Head, Clear Stewed Lion's Head, one portion each."

This was another purpose for his coming to Lu Family Restaurant today.

His specialty Swedish Meatballs had long been well received in the industry.

But ever since he had confidently launched this signature dish of his yesterday, a crowd of people said its taste was not as good as Lu Feng's Lion's Head.

This made Yang Zhenguang feel quite unconvinced in his heart.