webnovelfull Chapter 115 Uncle Liu, stop standing there!
Chapter 115 Uncle Liu, stop standing there!
The wooden signboard swayed gently in the warm breeze of the old street.
Liu Cheng, standing behind Chen Feng, was struck dumb upon hearing the words "I'll lend you the four words 'human life'". He clutched the old blue cloth bag tightly, his lips trembling so much that he couldn't utter a single word.
He originally thought Chen Feng just pitied him and wanted to teach him a skill.
But he never dreamed that Chen Feng would use his overnight fame and fortune to pave a way for him to make a living.
A few minutes earlier, on the other side of the city.
Lin Xiaoyu was sitting in an air-conditioned room, idly scrolling through her tablet, when her phone on the table suddenly started vibrating twice.
She picked it up with some confusion, and when she saw a red dot on the profile picture of the person who never sent messages in the pinned section of WeChat, Lin Xiaoyu was so shocked that she jumped up from the sofa.
"Holy crap! Brother Chen actually messaged me on WeChat?!"
Lin Xiaoyu rubbed her eyes, held her breath, and clicked on the link. On the screen, Chen Feng's message was brief and concise:
"Miss Xiaoyu, excuse me. Su Chen mentioned before that you created a group specifically for our shop. This noon, I saw that many friends who came from afar couldn't get a bowl of braised pork because of the limited quantity, and I felt a little bad about it."
Since I had some free time in the afternoon, I went to a shop run by an old neighbor in the middle of the old street and prepared all the ingredients again, planning to make this braised pork as much as I wanted.
My old neighbor's ramen-making skills are unparalleled in the old street, and today he also learned my braised pork cooking techniques perfectly.
If "Human Fireworks" closes down in the future, you can always come here to try this "Braised Pork Noodles". The taste will definitely not be bad.
Sorry to trouble you. Please give my regards to everyone in the group.
Below this long string of text, there is also a neat location tag called "Old Liu's Noodle Shop," along with a photo of Liu Cheng wearing an apron and standing somewhat awkwardly in front of a large pot of noodles.
Holding her phone, Lin Xiaoyu felt her heart rate spike to 120 in that instant.
As the key figure in the 500-member WeChat group "Protecting the Best Little Bunny," she knew all too well what those words meant to those hungry foodies searching the whole city for a substitute.
"Brothers and sisters!! All eyes are on me! A bombshell! Brother Chen has chosen me!!"
Lin Xiaoyu's fingers flew across the keyboard; before she could even type a single word, she took a screenshot of the chat history Chen Feng had sent her, added a series of exaggerated exclamation marks, and slammed it into the group chat.
The group members, who were originally lamenting and spamming the chat with "complaining woman emojis" because they didn't get any braised pork for lunch, were thrown into an uproar the moment they saw this screenshot.
"Holy crap?! Boss Chen himself has spoken?! Unlimited braised pork?!"
"Where is Lao Liu's Noodle Shop? In the middle of the old street? Only 200 meters from the bustling local scene?!"
"A direct disciple! Master Chen himself certified his 100% skill! What are you waiting for, ladies? Charge!!"
"I've already changed my clothes. I was planning to go out for Western food tonight, but to hell with Western food, I'm going to eat braised pork noodles right now!!"
The group was flooded with messages, dozens per second, and the 500-person group was ignited within a minute.
Lin Xiaoyu slapped her thigh and immediately organized the group chat:
Brothers and sisters living in the South District with cars, gather quickly! Today we're going to smash down the doorstep of Old Liu's Noodle Shop! We can't let our Little Rabbit Bun Group lose face!!
However, this undercurrent ignited by "human touch" is far from over.
Just as the foodies in the Little Rabbit Bun group started frantically forwarding the post, and it was spreading to various local foodie circles, someone suddenly posted a screenshot of the post in the group.
[Lin Muyuan]: "The second canteen of Renjian Yanhuo Braised Pork officially opens at 4 pm. For those of you who missed the lunch line and are craving it, you can try it here. Friends who have eaten there know how authentic the meat is. No need to say more, don't blame me if you go late. Address: Lao Liu Noodle Shop, middle section of the old street."
The tweet also included a photo of Lao Liu's Noodle Shop at the end.
This caused an uproar among Lin Muyuan's die-hard fans.
"Lin Dada personally promoting this product? What kind of amazing noodle shop is this?"
"A second canteen full of life? What are we waiting for? Let's drive there right away!"
"Let's go, let's go! We're in a meeting, let me ask for leave first, let's go to the old street!"
Pulled together by the hidden threads of the internet, two streams of people began to converge on Lao Liu's noodle shop from all corners of the city like a tidal wave.
The entrance to "Old Liu's Noodle Shop".
Liu Cheng stood there somewhat at a loss, still holding a large colander in his hand.
The aroma of the three pots of braised pork in the air was incredibly strong, but he was still feeling very uneasy.
"Boss Chen... Young Master Su... Can we really make it here?" Liu Cheng looked at the still empty alley entrance, his voice unconsciously carrying a hint of despair.
He was so desperate for money that even with Chen Feng by his side, he still felt his shabby shop didn't deserve such good fortune.
Su Chen leaned the wooden plaque he had just carved against the door, patted the wood shavings off his hands, and turned to give Liu Cheng a proud smile.
"Uncle Liu, don't worry. If my brother Chen says it's okay, then it definitely will be okay."
Before Su Chen could finish speaking, an extremely noisy engine roar suddenly broke the deathly silence of the old street in the afternoon.
Liu Cheng subconsciously looked in the direction of the sound.
On the bluestone path at the alley entrance, three stylishly dressed young women, each holding a selfie stick, were practically running towards them in high heels.
Behind them was a yellow sports car that had just stopped on the side of the road with its hazard lights on.
"Here it is! Here it is! Look at that sign! [Human Flavors - Braised Pork Noodles]! And that little bunny! This is it!!"
The girl in the lead jumped up and screamed with excitement when she saw the wooden sign Su Chen had made and Chen Feng's tall figure from a great distance.
"Oh my god! We're in the first wave! Boss Chen is really here! Sisters, let's go!!"
Liu Cheng's eyes widened suddenly. He stared blankly as the three girls ran to the shop entrance, their faces showing an almost pilgrimage-like excitement.
Before he could react, the chaotic footsteps, the honking of cars turning around, and the loud voices of diners greeting each other from the direction of the alley entrance came crashing down like a sudden storm.
"Boss! Are there any seats left?! We drove 30 kilometers from the North District!!"
"The executive chef at Tingtao Pavilion said in the group chat that they have the braised pork recipe personally passed down by Boss Chen! Is that true, sir?!"
"Save me a seat! There are five of us!!"
One, two, three... vehicles of all sizes began to completely block the main road outside the old street.
One after another, diners, holding their phones and with eagerness and anticipation on their faces, poured into Liu Cheng's once quiet handmade noodle shop like an unstoppable torrent.
The ten benches, which were originally empty, were filled to capacity in almost a minute, and some people even spontaneously formed a long queue at the door.
Standing behind the noodle-making counter, Liu Cheng looked at the sea of black heads and listened to the cacophony of voices asking how much the braised pork and handmade noodles cost. His hands, which had been pulling noodles for thirty years, trembled violently at that moment.
Those who hadn't had enough to eat at "Human Fireworks" at noon, those who hadn't gotten a turn in line, and those whose mouths had been thoroughly whetted by online posts, poured all their enthusiasm into Liu Cheng's little shop at this moment.
Chen Feng stood quietly by the curtain in the back kitchen, watching the bustling scene in the restaurant, a calm look flashing in his eyes.
He turned slightly to the side and gently pointed to the pot of steaming hot noodle soup at Liu Cheng, who was standing there in a daze with his eyes already reddening.
"Uncle Liu."
Chen Feng's voice drowned out the noise in the shop, carrying a calming power.
"Don't just stand there. The water's boiling, it's time to cook the vegetables."