Chapter 61

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Protagonist:

Lu Feng

The texture of this beef is simply too tender!

This beef isn't dry and tough like the braised beef from street-side shops; on the contrary, it's tender and juicy to eat.

She felt her teeth barely needed to exert any force chewing before the meat juice burst open in her mouth — it practically melted on the tongue!

The beef carried a faint milky fragrance when chewed, blended with the beef's own aroma, plus seasoning that was just right — so delicious it made one want to swallow their own tongue.

"Husband! Quick, taste this beef!" Zhou Yaqin hadn't even swallowed the beef in her mouth before she disregarded her image and slapped her husband's arm hard, her tone extremely agitated: "How does this beef have the exact same texture as the top-grade Wagyu we ate at Blue Whale Restaurant before?"

After their life became well-off, her husband had taken her to high-end restaurants to eat all kinds of delicacies no few times.

Unlike her husband who loved ordinary snacks, Zhou Yaqin preferred eating in high-end restaurants.

She liked that kind of elegant, atmospheric environment, and moreover, one could eat more unique delicacies there.

Among them, steak was her favorite — practically a must-order every time.

Having gone many times, she could count as half a gourmet; whether the beef used for steak was good beef, she could tell with one taste.

The beef currently in her mouth — that incomparably familiar tender texture — she couldn't be more familiar with it.

This is top-grade Wagyu that would only appear in five-star high-end hotels!

It's just she somewhat couldn't believe it — how could such top-grade ingredients appear in this kind of roadside shop?

"For real? Let me taste!"

Zhao Zhenyu heard this and, half-believing half-doubting, picked up a slice of beef with chopsticks, put it in his mouth and chewed — his eyes instantly brightened: "Holy crap! It really is!"

He couldn't help being shocked: Is this boss this extravagant? Using top-grade Wagyu to make beef fried noodles?

Top-grade steak made from this kind of beef costs thousands per portion in high-end restaurants; the beef in this plate, though not comparable to a whole steak, isn't a small quantity either.

If it were in a high-end hotel, just the price of this beef would visually estimate to over a thousand, right?

This shop only sells it for fifty?

Isn't this too cheap?

This boss operates so recklessly — isn't he afraid of losing money?

Zhao Zhenhui was muttering inwardly when he suddenly discovered the beef fried noodles before him had vanished without a trace.

Fixing his gaze, he saw that portion of beef fried noodles had somehow already run over to his wife's side — he instantly grew anxious: "Wife, that's my fried noodles!"

"The beef fried noodles are mine; you eat this."

Zhou Yaqin pushed the egg fried noodles over, then disregarding her husband's resentful gaze, ate the beef fried noodles in big mouthfuls.

Zhao Zhenhui looked at his wife with a laugh-and-cry expression.

Though somewhat reluctant in his heart, seeing that satisfied smile on his wife's face, he felt it was worth it.

Zhou Yaqin wasn't one to hog the food either; thoughtfully, she picked some beef for her husband with chopsticks.

The couple exchanged a smile, then immediately buried their heads and ate heartily.

"Wife, this shop — we've got to come often from now on!" Zhao Zhenhui ate a mouthful of fried noodles, saying while enjoying the flavor.

Zhou Yaqin didn't speak, just nodded forcefully.

Outside the shop, Ma Wenliang, who had returned to the queue, carried a takeout box, enduring that tempting fragrance, constantly swallowing saliva.

Brother Hai, if you don't show up again, I won't be able to hold back from eating first!

Finally, a light flashed at the end of Food Street; a person rode an electric scooter rushing over this way.

"Brother Hai! Here, here!"

Ma Wenliang, as if seeing a savior, waved his arms frantically and shouted loudly.

Screech!

The electric scooter stopped steadily not far from Ma Wenliang; Zhang Dahai got off the vehicle, looked at this long queue before him, and couldn't help opening his mouth wide in surprise.

It's past three in the morning! How are there still this many people queuing to buy food?

Do these people not sleep at night?

Having delivered takeout for so long, this was still the first time Zhang Dahai had seen a shop that could still queue such a long line in the early hours.

This shop's business is this good?

Zhang Dahai's gaze scanned a circle through the queue, saw Ma Wenliang queuing, and walked toward him.

"Brother Hai, you're finally here! Quick! You stand in my spot; later help me buy a portion of beef fried noodles."

When Zhang Dahai approached, Ma Wenliang impatiently pulled Zhang Dahai into the queue, himself standing to the side.

Those in the queue who originally wanted to open their mouths to scold them for cutting in line, seeing Ma Wenliang leave the queue, stopped speaking.

"Wenliang, what does this shop sell? How come there are this many people queuing in the middle of the night?"

Zhang Dahai's gaze scanned through the queuing crowd, asking with a face full of curiosity.

"Sells fried noodles and xiaolongbao; the boss's culinary skill is super good, so more people buy." Ma Wenliang answered with a smile.

"The queuing people are too many, right? How good is the boss's skill? Why don't I also buy a portion later to taste? I'm hungry anyway." Zhang Dahai touched his belly, looking like he was somewhat tempted.

"Sure, but this shop's stuff is a bit expensive; xiaolongbao and fried noodles are both fifty-one portion." Ma Wenliang put on an uncaring appearance, casually reminding him.

"Hiss... this expensive? Other places aren't they just around ten yuan?" Zhang Dahai heard the price, couldn't help frowning — the curiosity in his heart instantly vanished like smoke: "Forget it, fifty yuan equals me running ten orders."

Yet selling this expensive, there are still this many people queuing to buy.

Are people this rich nowadays?

Ma Wenliang rejoiced inwardly — sure enough, just as he thought.

"Brother Hai, let me transfer the money to you first." Ma Wenliang worried that delays bring trouble, took out his mobile phone and said.

Zhang Dahai nodded, opening the payment code in his mobile phone.

Soon, one hundred and fifty yuan arrived in the account.

Looking at the payment message in his mobile phone, Zhang Dahai felt happy.

He delivered takeout, working himself to death all day, earning only two hundred-plus yuan.

Sometimes encountering several overtime orders, several bad reviews, after deducting fines, what he took home was even less.

This queue looked like it would take about half an hour, but just queuing could earn one hundred yuan, he was still very willing to take such orders.

"What are you carrying in your hand, smelling so fragrant?"

Zhang Dahai noticed Ma Wenliang carrying the takeout box, inside wafted an enticing aroma, this aroma made his Du Chong involuntarily gurgle several times.

"Fried noodles, bought from this shop, Brother Hai, smell it, how fragrant!"

Zhang Dahai had already received the money, so Ma Wenliang had no concerns, holding the fried noodles close to Zhang Dahai and said.

"Hiss! So fragrant!" Zhang Dahai deeply smelled it, surprisedly said.

This portion of fried noodles, just smelling the taste makes people drool, if eaten, wouldn't it be fragrant enough to make one muddled?

No wonder this fried noodles dares to sell for fifty yuan, expensive has its reason.

Not blaming the fried noodles for being expensive, can only blame oneself for earning too little.

Zhang Dahai couldn't help but swallow his saliva, suddenly felt something was wrong: "Not right, you've already bought it, why still ask me to buy?"

"Bought for someone else." Ma Wenliang helplessly smiled: "Because too many people are buying, the boss worries it sells too fast, each person can only buy one portion, otherwise I wouldn't ask you to come."

"You kid are quite clever." Zhang Dahai patted Ma Wenliang's shoulder, laughing very generously: "Alright, leave this to me, in a while I'll buy it and send it to your company."

Ma Wenliang happily nodded: "Thank you, Brother Hai."

Diners queuing nearby, quite a few noticed their conversation, eyes flickering.

Those who felt the queuing time was too long, and those who felt one portion was not enough, couldn't help but start calculating in their hearts.

This idea isn't bad!