Chapter 76: Let You Open a Food Shop, But You Operate at 3 AM

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Protagonist:

Lu Feng

The fried noodles in the box were evenly coated with red chili powder, making the noodles look a bright, vivid red; just this brilliant color was enough to make his appetite surge.

Zhang Xianyang's foodie soul awakened instantly; before he even started eating, the saliva in his mouth had already begun to secrete uncontrollably.

He picked up his chopsticks, clamped a mouthful of fried noodles with an expectant expression, put it in his mouth, and began to savor it carefully.

In an instant, intense spiciness intertwined with an incomparably delicious flavor in Zhang Xianyang's mouth, weaving a supreme taste he had never experienced before.

As a Chuan Yu native who grew up eating spicy food, the spiciness level of the fried noodles was just within his control; the stimulation on his tongue was a supreme enjoyment to him.

What surprised him even more was that although these fried noodles were spicy, they were completely different from the explosive spicy flavors he had eaten before; the aroma of the fried noodles was actually not affected by the spiciness in the slightest.

The seasoning of the fried noodles itself was already perfect; the rich, fragrant shredded meat was also incomparably tender, and under the stimulation of the spiciness, this deliciousness reached a new height.

Too wonderful!

These fried noodles are really too delicious!

Zhang Xianyang felt that even the cuisine from his hometown, compared to this serving of fried noodles, fell short by quite a margin.

The more Zhang Xianyang ate, the more enthusiastic he became; he, who usually paid great attention to his doctor's image, was now eating with wolfish gusto.

Before long, the box of fried noodles became completely empty.

Zhang Xianyang stared at the empty box with an expression of unsatisfied longing, then abruptly stood up and practically jogged all the way to the nurse station.

Snap!

Zhang Xianyang braced both hands on the nurse station counter, staring at Feng Jiao with tiger-like intensity.

Feng Jiao still had the steamed bun Zhang Xianyang had given her earlier clamped in her mouth; she was stunned somewhat dumbfounded by his imposing manner.

Could there be a problem with that serving of fried noodles?

"Doctor Zhang, wh... what's wrong?"

Feng Jiao, still not knowing what had happened, took the half-bitten steamed bun out of her mouth and held it in her hand, asking cautiously.

"Address." Zhang Xianyang slowly spat out two words.

"What?" Feng Jiao's brain was still in a crashed state; she didn't react for a moment.

"Address! I haven't eaten fried noodles this spicy and this delicious in a long time! Where did you buy it? Hurry up and tell me the shop's address!" Zhang Xianyang repeated it again, his tone somewhat impatient.

Feng Jiao froze; she hadn't expected these fried noodles to actually stimulate the usually composed Zhang Xianyang into this state.

In her impression, Zhang Xianyang had always been an unhurried person.

Even when facing the most critical patients, he could always maintain his calm, composed and unruffled.

Looking at him now, Zhang Xianyang's face showed an anxious expression full of anticipation.

Isn't this purely a foodie conquered by delicious food?

Could the fried noodles bought last night really be that delicious?

Had she known earlier, even if it caused breakouts she would have tasted a bite first.

"The Food Street across one road from our hospital, the shop is called Lu Family Restaurant; Doctor Zhang, you'll see it when you get there."

Seeing Zhang Xianyang's expectant look, Feng Jiao didn't beat around the bush and directly told him the location of Lu Feng's shop.

Having gotten the address, Zhang Xianyang nodded, said nothing further, turned around, and walked toward the locker room.

Judging by his appearance, he was going to immediately go buy another serving.

"Doctor Zhang! Wait a moment!"

Feng Jiao recalled the bizarre business hours of Lu Feng's shop; knowing that Zhang Xianyang going over at this time would definitely be unable to buy any, she hurriedly jogged after him.

"What is it?" Zhang Xianyang didn't stop his steps, turning his head to look doubtfully at Feng Jiao who had followed.

"That shop isn't open right now!" Feng Jiao shouted loudly.

"Not open?" Zhang Xianyang only then stopped his steps, then shook his head with a somewhat amused smile, silently cursing his own foolishness.

Fried noodles — when would they be sold in the morning? At the very least, one would have to wait until noon or evening.

He had just been driven out of his mind by the taste of the explosive spicy fried noodles, to the point of forgetting even this bit of common sense.

"I understand, I'll go buy it at noon then." Zhang Xianyang said with a smile to Feng Jiao.

"Can't buy it at noon either." Feng Jiao smiled helplessly, then continued: "That shop's boss doesn't know what he's thinking; he doesn't open during the day at all, only opens from three to six in the early morning."

"Early morning business hours?" Zhang Xianyang froze; these business hours indeed exceeded his expectations.

At the same time, he also developed a strong curiosity about this shop on Food Street.

Able to make fried noodles this delicious, yet specifically choosing to open for business in the early morning.

Judging by the looks of it, the boss doesn't seem short on money; otherwise, how could a normal person possibly choose that time to sell fried noodles?

Feng Jiao recounted to Zhang Xianyang the events of yesterday daytime, as well as going to buy fried noodles in the evening.

"Doctor Zhang, how can a shop-opening boss have that kind of attitude toward customers?" By the end, Feng Jiao was still somewhat dissatisfied with Lu Feng's attitude.

"That's because you don't understand." Zhang Xianyang, on the other hand, had an indifferent expression: "He has skill, has his own rules and principles; using technique to conquer diners originally doesn't require pandering. I actually feel that if that boss were obsequious to every customer, he wouldn't be able to make fried noodles this delicious."

Hearing Zhang Xianyang's words, Feng Jiao was momentarily at a loss for words; thinking carefully, it seemed that was indeed the reasoning.

Although this situation was the first time she had encountered it in reality, it seemed she had indeed seen similar plots in TV dramas she had watched before.

Recalling those diners she had seen in the shop yesterday, they were indeed all quite rule-abiding.

So many people running to Food Street in the early morning just to eat what that boss made, yet not a single one opened their mouth to complain.

On the contrary, her own words and deeds, looking at it, seemed to have a bit of an unreasonable troublemaking feel.

Seeing Feng Jiao standing in place with her head lowered, a face full of contemplation, Zhang Xianyang smiled, turned around, and left.

This fried noodles can only be bought in the early morning; he works the day shift and still needs to rest at night, so he simply has no time to go buy it.

Unless he finishes his day shift and doesn't sleep at night, going over then.

But that way he definitely won't have energy for work the next day, inevitably affecting his daytime work state; doing so would be irresponsible to patients.

Or he could wait until Sunday when he's off, and go buy it at dawn that day.

But today is only Thursday; thinking he has to wait three days to eat that delicious fried noodles, he feels a bit unable to bear it.

Asking the night-shift nurses to help buy it isn't realistic either.

Their hospital has a rule: nurses must be on standby at night, not even allowed to sleep, let alone run out to buy fried noodles to eat.

Feng Jiao also only managed to buy the fried noodles by taking advantage of her day shift today and arriving at the hospital early.

It seems eating that explosive spicy flavor fried noodles today won't be easy.

But the more he can't eat it, the more Zhang Xianyang can't help wanting to eat it in his heart.

Such delicious fried noodles — eating once is nowhere near enough.

Zhang Xianyang feels that even eating it every day he wouldn't get tired of it.

He stands at the department door pacing back and forth, his mind constantly thinking of various methods.

In the end, he seems to have made some determination; he doesn't return to the department, but instead walks straight to the director's office door, reaches out and knocks on the door.