Chapter 74

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Protagonist:

Lu Feng

Sure enough, upon hearing these words, Feng Jiao's eyes immediately changed.

When I came this morning to buy food from you, you said it wasn't business hours yet and wouldn't sell to me.

I came over in the evening, and to buy your food, I even spent fifty yuan to buy a scalper's spot in line.

Now I place an order, just asked a few questions, and you're already getting impatient and trying to chase me away, is that it?

Although Feng Jiao was angry inside, with so many people watching, she couldn't afford to lose her composure too badly.

She took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing her dissatisfaction, and spoke: "Soup dumplings and fried noodles, please give me one portion of each flavor."

"Young lady, you're new here, right? At Boss Lu's place, each person is limited to one portion!" Before Lu Feng could speak, a customer behind Feng Jiao couldn't help but speak up first.

"Limited purchase?" Feng Jiao froze for a moment, then looked at Lu Feng with an inquiring gaze. Seeing him nod, she casually pointed at the customer nearest the counter: "Then I'll have the same as him, that should be fine, right?"

Feng Jiao felt this shop seemed incompatible with her fate; first time buying something and it was this troublesome. She just wanted to finish buying quickly and leave.

"Uh..." Lu Feng looked in the direction Feng Jiao pointed, at the customer currently eating with sweat pouring down his head, a hint of hesitation on his face. He asked for confirmation: "Young lady, are you sure you want the same as him?"

"Sure, hurry up, I want takeaway." Feng Jiao crossed her arms, held her head high, and replied without even looking.

"Alright, please wait a moment, the fried noodles will be ready soon."

Lu Feng nodded, decided to respect the customer's choice, and after taking orders from the next few customers, turned and walked into the kitchen to start preparing.

Standing at the very front of the line, Feng Jiao watched Lu Feng's busy figure in the kitchen. Seeing his smooth, flowing movements, her impression of this boss couldn't help but improve slightly.

This boss looks young, but his cooking movements look quite professional, feeling on par with some old master chefs in restaurants.

Feng Jiao doesn't understand cooking skills, but from a layman's perspective watching Lu Feng cook, there was indeed a pleasing aesthetic.

Before long, the clanging of spatulas in the kitchen stopped.

Lu Feng carried out several portions of fried noodles, and the takeaway box for Feng Jiao, from the kitchen.

"Young lady, your takeaway fried noodles are ready, welcome next time." Lu Feng handed the takeaway box to Feng Jiao and said.

Welcome next time?

If it weren't for the fifty yuan queue money I'm reluctant to waste, with your impatient attitude toward customers, I wouldn't come eat your food!

Feng Jiao grumbled inwardly, silently took the fried noodles, turned and left.

On the way back to the hospital, she kept recalling Lu Feng's attitude toward her, growing angrier the more she thought.

What kind of person is he, what's so great about opening a shop?

Even if your food is delicious, I'll never go again!

I, Feng Jiao, would rather starve to death, jump off the hospital rooftop, than come again!

Looking at the fried noodles in her hand, Feng Jiao had an impulse to throw them in the garbage bin.

But on second thought, this fried noodles cost her a hundred yuan to buy, and in the end she couldn't bear to throw it away.

Back at the hospital, Feng Jiao put the takeaway fried noodles on the nurse station, took off her mask, and sat down angrily.

"Wow! Jiao Jiao, you really went out and bought it back? There's really a shop open in the early morning?"

Nurse Xiao Wang was originally propping her head up staring at the computer screen. Seeing the takeaway box Feng Jiao brought back, she couldn't help but exclaim.

"There is one, but the boss's attitude is so-so. Anyway, I'm never going again." Feng Jiao snorted, her tone full of dissatisfaction with Lu Feng.

"What happened Jiao Jiao, how was that boss's attitude bad?" Xiao Wang asked curiously.

Because Feng Jiao was cute and good at cheering others up, the doctors and nurses in the hospital department all liked her quite a bit.

Such a lively and cute little girl, how could anyone have a bad attitude toward her?

Feng Jiao turned her head, and with embellishments recounted the whole process of going to buy fried noodles just now. When she got to the part where Lu Feng urged her to order quickly, she gritted her teeth in anger.

"Alright Jiao Jiao, if that boss's attitude is bad, we just won't go eat there in the future."

Xiao Wang patted Feng Jiao's back repeatedly to comfort her, and quickly calmed her resentment.

After coaxing Feng Jiao, Xiao Wang then looked at the lunch box, curiously leaned over and sniffed.

"Cough cough cough!"

A strong spicy smell wafted from the lunch box. Xiao Wang was instantly choked into coughing repeatedly, and couldn't help complaining to Feng Jiao: "Jiao Jiao, what did you buy? Why does it smell so choking?"

Feng Jiao stood up, puzzled, reaching her hand toward the takeaway box: "I bought fried noodles. Just now in that shop, I saw the people inside eating it fragrantly, so I ordered randomly."

She opened the takeaway box containing the fried noodles. Instantly, a spicy aroma mixed with the fragrance of fried noodles permeated everywhere. This smell was extremely rich, even covering the hospital's unique disinfectant smell.

Looking at the fried noodles in the lunch box, red and glossy, Feng Jiao was stunned.

How did this boss make her explosive spicy fried noodles?

Did he get it wrong?

Feng Jiao carefully recalled, and suddenly understood. No wonder Lu Feng specially asked her one more sentence just now, confirming if she was sure she wanted the same as that customer.

At that time, she was only focused on holding in her anger, and had no mind to look at what that customer was eating.

"Jiao Jiao, you can't eat this fried noodles, right?" Xiao Wang fanned wind in front of her nose with her right hand, leaned over and asked.

Feng Jiao can't eat spicy food; everyone in the hospital department knows this.

Once during a department gathering, they ate spicy hot pot.

Feng Jiao couldn't resist her colleagues' instigation, ate a few slices of mutton from the spicy oil pot, and was instantly burned so her face turned red, she coughed for a long time, tears streaming out.

By the next day when she woke up, several red pimples had broken out on Feng Jiao's face, forcing her to wear a mask to and from work for several days straight.

"Definitely can't eat it. How about you eat it then." Feng Jiao looked regretful, pushing the fried noodles toward Xiao Wang.

Xiao Wang pushed the fried noodles back, saying helplessly: "If it were mildly spicy I could eat a few bites, but yours... clearly exceeds my tolerance range."

"Then what do we do, we can't just throw it in the garbage bin, can we? I paid fifty yuan for it! And I queued for fifty minutes!" Feng Jiao said with a long face, looking a bit pained.

"That expensive?" Xiao Wang was a bit surprised hearing the price of these fried noodles; throwing them away like this would indeed be too much of a pity.

Xiao Wang lowered her head and thought for a moment, then suddenly thought of a person, and spoke up: "How about this — wait until dawn, then give them to Doctor Zhang to eat; I remember he can handle spicy food pretty well."

The Doctor Zhang Xiao Wang spoke of was their department's attending physician Zhang Xianyang, whose hometown was in the Chuan Yu region.

For someone who grew up eating chili peppers since childhood, this portion of fried noodles could not be more suitable for him to eat.

Zhang Xianyang usually treated them nurses quite considerately too; every time he returned from his hometown, he would bring them a huge pile of local specialties, and he was still quite popular in the department.

Hearing Xiao Wang say this, Feng Jiao's eyes also lit up, and she nodded repeatedly: "Good, when Doctor Zhang comes on shift at dawn, I'll take it over to him."