Chapter 64

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Protagonist:

Lu Feng

"You guys..." Sun Haoran looked at the two of them yielding to each other, and a warm current surged in his heart.

Although these two guys were a bit treacherous normally, at the critical moment they really were righteous.

In the end, after a discussion, the three of them decided to eat this hard-won portion of beef fried noodles together.

Although this one portion of fried noodles was only enough for a few bites each, it was enough to tide them over the last few hours.

Sun Haoran was the first to pick up his chopsticks, picked up some fried noodles, and put them in his mouth.

Chen Deming and Zhao Yuxuan swallowed their saliva and stared fixedly at his movements, afraid of missing even the slightest detail.

The moment the delicious fried noodles, wrapped around a few slices of fresh tender beef, entered his mouth, Sun Haoran instantly felt that all the unpleasant things he had experienced tonight vanished into thin air.

The beef melted in the mouth; this fried beef was so tender it made one involuntarily exclaim in admiration!

With every bite, the taste buds on his tongue seemed to be pampered, as if they were all cheering and leaping for joy.

The fried noodles were chewy and smooth; every single strand of noodle was coated full of sauce, that flavor simply hit his palate with incomparable precision, simply making him more and more addicted the more he ate.

The vegetables in the fried noodles tasted refreshing and sweet, making the fried noodles have not even a trace of greasiness when eaten.

The vegetables, noodles, and beef in the fried noodles each retained their own most unique flavors, and after blending with each other they sublimated into a brand new texture that made one unable to stop.

This flavor seemed to possess a kind of magic; once tasted, it would be deeply engraved in the mind, making one unable to let go.

Sun Haoran felt that being able to eat such a human-world delicacy, no matter how much suffering he endured, it was worth it!

Seeing Sun Haoran eating with an expression of enjoyment all over his face, Sun Deming and Zhao Yuxuan could hold back no longer, and impatiently stretched their chopsticks toward the beef fried noodles on the table.

The three people took turns eating this portion of beef fried noodles one mouthful each, and every person's face carried a happy and satisfied smile.

How they wished this portion of beef fried noodles could be like Thor's beer in the movies, automatically refilling after being finished.

But reality is still different from movie plots.

Very quickly, one portion of beef fried noodles was eaten clean, not a single strand of noodle left.

Zhao Yuxuan didn't even let off the lunch box, licking the residual sauce inside clean.

After finishing the fried noodles, the three of them slumped into their chairs in unison, savoring the aftertaste of the fried noodles, not even in the mood to play games.

Sun Haoran suddenly felt his cheeks were wet.

He raised a hand to wipe, and discovered tears had unknowingly filled his eye rims.

"Holy crap! Eldest Brother, why are you crying?"

"It's onions! The boss added onions!"

At 7:30 in the morning, after seeing off Hu Daye who came to deliver vegetables, Lu Feng sat in the restaurant hall, continuing to eat the xiaolongbao he hadn't finished.

Having been busy for most of the night, Lu Feng didn't feel tired; his body seemed to have already adapted to the rhythm of working at night.

It's just that Lu Feng still hoped the next mission's business hours could be a bit more normal.

Other people are socializing with people during the day, while he catches up on sleep in the rental house.

Long-term day-and-night reversal, even if his body can endure it, he still feels a bit disconnected from society.

Just as he was eating xiaolongbao, a sound of high heels came from outside.

Lu Feng looked up and saw a tall young girl with light makeup walk in from outside the door.

This girl's face was a bit round, looking quite cute; her appearance was a bit like a student still in university.

But judging from this girl's clothing and temperament, she lacked a few parts of a university student's naivety, and her eyes revealed a trace of clear foolishness.

At a glance she should be someone who just graduated from school, entered society not long ago, a newcomer who hasn't yet experienced society's beatings.

After the girl entered the shop, she looked around, found a table on her own and sat down, then shouted loudly toward the kitchen: "Is the boss here?"

Lu Feng swallowed the xiaolongbao in his mouth and said to the girl: "I am."

"You're the boss? This young?" The girl looked at Lu Feng, the expression on her face showing some surprise, her eyes carrying a few parts of distrust as she sized him up and down.

The girl's name was Feng Jiao, an intern nurse at a comprehensive hospital one street away from Food Street.

She had just finished a night shift at this moment and was preparing to go home to sleep; passing by Food Street, she discovered this shop that looked newly opened not long ago, and planned to come in and eat a breakfast before going back.

When she just walked into the shop, she thought Lu Feng was a customer coming here to eat; she didn't expect he was the boss here.

Seeing Lu Feng looking this young, Feng Jiao subconsciously thought the food this shop made definitely tasted ordinary.

In her understanding, the older a chef's age, the more experience, and the better the food made.

Just as she was planning to stand up and leave to change to another shop, her nose smelled the fragrance drifting over from Lu Feng's side.

Feng Jiao took a sniff, felt this aroma smelled truly tempting, and it instantly hooked the glutton in her belly.

Since she'd come all this way, she might as well taste the flavor here.

If it's not delicious, at worst she just won't come again in the future.

So she sat back down, pointed at the xiaolongbao in front of Lu Feng and said: "Boss, the xiaolongbao you're eating, trouble you to give me a portion!"

Lu Feng saw she had just looked like she was about to leave, so he didn't pay her any mind; but now seeing her sit back down and even want to order, he directly said: "Today's business has already ended."

"Boss, are you kidding me?" Feng Jiao widened her eyes, feeling a bit incredulous: "It's not even eight o'clock yet; if you said you just started business I'd believe it."

Lu Feng didn't explain, pointed at the wall behind Feng Jiao, signaling the other party to look for herself.

Feng Jiao turned her head in puzzlement, saw the business hours posted on the wall, and her big eyes stared even rounder.

What the hell?

3 AM to 6 AM business hours?

This little shop looks clean enough, but the boss seems to have something wrong with his head.

For a moment, Feng Jiao felt the urge to drag Lu Feng to the hospital where she worked and give his head a thorough examination.

"Boss, is your shop really open at three in the morning?" Feng Jiao asked again, half in disbelief; she had never seen such willful business hours.

Lu Feng nodded while eating his steamed buns.

Feng Jiao stood up, speechless, feeling she had stayed here too long—her intelligence might catch something from him.

But smelling the fragrance wafting from over there seemed to nail her legs firmly to the spot.

This smells way too good, doesn't it?

Feng Jiao couldn't help but walk over, staring at the steamed buns before Lu Feng, swallowing as she asked, "Boss, did you make these steamed buns yourself?"

"I run my own restaurant—if I don't make them myself, am I supposed to buy someone else's?"

Lu Feng looked at Feng Jiao and asked back with a puzzled expression.

"These steamed buns look so cute, white and plump, and they smell so good... Huh? Why did you eat it?"

Feng Jiao examined the steamed buns in the steamer basket closely, clicking her tongue in wonder, and when she saw Lu Feng pick one up and put it in his mouth, she couldn't help but cry out.

"Steamed buns are made to be eaten, aren't they? Otherwise, what's the point of keeping them—waiting for them to lay eggs?"

Lu Feng chewed his steamed bun, speaking unclearly, and while talking, he quietly shifted his body outward without changing expression.

This girl looks normal enough, but her intelligence doesn't seem quite sufficient.

I'd better keep my distance from her; who knows, I might catch it.