Chapter 60

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Protagonist:

Lu Feng

Soon, Ma Wenliang found a name called Zhang Dahai in his contact list and immediately dialed it.

"Congratulations on getting rich……"

A burst of cheerful music came from the earpiece, and Ma Wenliang kept praying in his heart: Pick up! Pick up!

"Hello, Tuan Tuan Waimai."

Finally, a somewhat hoarse male voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Brother Hai! It's me, I'm Ma Wenliang! Ma Wenliang from Xigua Technology Company! Do you still remember me?" Ma Wenliang shouted excitedly.

"Oh, that company that often works overtime late at night, right? I remember you!" Zhang Dahai on the other end of the phone sounded somewhat surprised: "It's past three in the morning, why haven't you gotten off work yet? Is your boss not treating you like human beings?"

"Let's not talk about that first, Brother Hai, do you have any orders right now?" Ma Wenliang had no time to discuss this with him and asked quickly.

"It's so late now, where would there be any orders? I'm just about to go back!" Zhang Dahai on the other end yawned, somewhat helplessly.

"Great!" Ma Wenliang couldn't help but excitedly clench his fist.

Zhang Dahai's somewhat dissatisfied voice came from the other end of the phone: "What, you're happy that I can't get any orders?"

"No no, that's not what I mean!" Ma Wenliang hurriedly explained: "I mean, if you don't have any orders right now, come to Food Street, I have a job here, one hundred yuan for one trip!"

"One hundred yuan? Really?" Zhang Dahai became energetic as soon as he heard this and immediately agreed: "Give me the address, I'll go there right now!"

Ma Wenliang quickly reported the location of Lu Family Restaurant, and Zhang Dahai on the other end agreed cheerfully and hung up the phone.

Putting down his mobile phone, Ma Wenliang let out a long sigh of relief; now both his fried noodles and the takeaway for Manager Wang had a solution.

Now the problem was solved.

This Zhang Dahai was a delivery rider responsible for the area where Ma Wenliang's company was located; because he often delivered takeout to their company late at night, the two gradually became familiar with each other.

Later, for the convenience of ordering food, Ma Wenliang directly left Zhang Dahai's contact information; whenever he wanted to order something, he could just call him directly.

The benefit of doing this was that the probability of buying pre-made dishes was greatly reduced.

Many delivery riders knew the surrounding shops very well.

Which shop used pre-made dishes, which shop had poor hygiene conditions, which shop had many customers and slow food output during peak hours.

They knew all these like the back of their hands.

Ma Wenliang couldn't help but feel somewhat glad that he had left Zhang Dahai's phone number; later he would have him queue up and buy another portion of fried noodles for takeaway, and the matter he promised Manager Wang would be solved.

He was very sure that Zhang Dahai definitely had not tasted Lu Feng's culinary skill.

On one hand, because Lu Feng's shop had not joined any delivery platform, no delivery rider had ever come here to pick up food.

On the other hand, the prices in Lu Feng's shop were not cheap; delivery riders like Zhang Dahai definitely would not be willing to eat there.

Ma Wenliang looked at the queue ahead; it was almost his turn.

Originally he had planned to eat here and then go back, but after he bought his own portion of fried noodles later, before Zhang Dahai arrived, he still had to go to the end of the queue and continue queuing.

That way, Zhang Dahai wouldn't have to queue again later, saving a lot of time.

Ma Wenliang followed the queue and moved forward slowly; before long, it was his turn.

"Good evening, what would you like to eat?" Lu Feng asked with a smile.

"One portion of beef fried noodles, for takeaway." Ma Wenliang chose today's new flavor without hesitation.

After scanning the code to pay with his mobile phone, Ma Wenliang stood together with several other people who had also ordered beef fried noodles to wait for their food.

Lu Feng walked into the kitchen, picked up the already washed wok, placed it on the gas stove, and turned on the fire.

After waiting for all the remaining water in the wok to evaporate, he poured in some oil; after the oil temperature rose, he added the already marinated beef slices.

As soon as the beef touched the hot oil, it made a "sizzling" sound, and a white smoke rose up.

The marinated beef had already been seasoned, so nothing else needed to be added during stir-frying.

With the movement of the spatula, the meat fragrance of the beef mixed with the aroma of the seasonings, rising into the air, the aroma spreading everywhere.

Lu Feng stir-fried the beef in the wok a few times; when the meat slices started to turn white, he scooped the beef out and put it in a bowl to the side for later use.

The beef slices were very thin and should not be stir-fried for too long; otherwise they would be a bit hard to eat and lack a fresh and tender texture.

Lu Feng then added some more oil to the wok, and put in the sliced onion strips and carrot strips.

After a round of stir-frying, the onion strips and carrot strips in the wok began to darken in color, and their aroma was also released.

Next, the noodles were added; after adding seasonings, he turned on high heat and stir-fried quickly a few times.

The noodles kept tumbling in the wok; every strand was evenly coated with sauce, looking shiny with oil.

Lu Feng put the previously stir-fried beef slices into the wok, and finally stir-fried a few more times to let the beef and noodles mix evenly.

Finally, he added a handful of green onions for garnish, turned off the fire, and took the dish out of the wok.

The whole process of making fried noodles was like flowing clouds and running water; Lu Feng grasped the timing and heat of every step very well.

Lu Feng divided the fried noodles in the wok into plates and takeaway boxes, and carried the steaming hot fried noodles out of the kitchen.

Ma Wenliang had long been made hungry by the aroma coming from the kitchen; when he took the takeaway box from Lu Feng's hands, he almost couldn't help but open it and eat a few bites right away.

But thinking that Zhang Dahai would arrive soon, he still resisted the temptation and carried the beef fried noodles out of the shop.

"Wife, the beef fried noodles are here! Do you want to try some?"

Zhao Zhenhui carried the just-out-of-the-wok fried noodles back to his seat and said excitedly to Zhou Yaqin.

In front of Zhou Yaqin was a plate of egg fried noodles that had already been half eaten; hearing her husband's words, she did not answer, and the chopsticks in her hand quickly clipped several slices of steaming hot beef from the plate in front of him.

After eating fried noodles at Lu Feng's place yesterday, the two of them slept until almost noon before going to the company.

The employees in the company were somewhat surprised,

Usually these two bosses always arrive at the company even earlier than the employees, absolute workaholics.

However, even if they go a bit late, those employees only find it a bit strange.

After all, the company was started by the couple themselves; what time they go to the company is entirely up to them.

Due to a backlog of work in the morning, Zhao Zhenhui and Zhou Yaqin were still working overtime after the employees got off work.

By the time they finished handling today's work, it was already past midnight.

On the way home, the two of them decided not to stay up late tonight, to go back and rest early.

But when the car reached the vicinity of Food Street, Zhao Zhenhui couldn't help but slow down.

Seeing quite a few people near that shop from yesterday, the couple couldn't help but exchange a glance, tacitly nodding.

Thus, tonight the two of them appeared in Lu Feng's shop again.

"Wife, this beef fried noodles really gives a lot of beef, not like some places that are stingy and only give a slice or two." Zhao Zhenhui looked at the quite a lot of beef still left in the plate, nodding satisfied.

"That's for sure, other places' fried noodles sell for ten-odd yuan, this place sells for fifty, the price differs this much." Zhou Yaqin spoke while putting the beef she had picked from her husband's plate into her mouth.

The next second, she widened her eyes in shock.