The NO.1 Food Stall in the Wasteland novel Chapter 137

Chapter 137: Chapter 137: Doesn’t This Taste Like Cement Mixed Rice?

"Let’s eat first."

Shen Lu sat down at the table. Wang Daguo asked curiously, "Boss Shen, aren’t you eating with Fu Cheng today?"

Shen Lu ladled some porridge. "He has more check-ups to do, so he went to the hospital early this morning."

She had Ye Fan take him. She even packed breakfast for the two of them. ’I wonder if a big, rough guy like Ye Fan knows how to feed someone?’

At the hospital, Fu Cheng was in low spirits without Shen Lu by his side. While waiting for his next scan after the nurse drew his blood, Ye Fan was wolfing down breakfast.

To save time, Shen Lu had set a pot of eight-treasure porridge to cook the night before. In the morning, she steamed some scallion flower rolls. It was a simple but delicious meal.

Fu Cheng was hungry.

But Ye Fan showed no intention of feeding him breakfast. Of course, Fu Cheng didn’t like being fed by people he wasn’t familiar with anyway.

He slowly raised his left hand and held it out, palm up, toward Ye Fan.

Ye Fan, chewing on a flower roll, grunted, "What? You want breakfast?"

Fu Cheng nodded slowly.

"Wait until I’m done." Ye Fan had never fed anyone breakfast before, but it wasn’t like it was a difficult task. Still, he had to satisfy his own hunger before it was Fu Cheng’s turn.

Fu Cheng stubbornly kept his hand outstretched. The look in his one remaining right eye was enough to create intense pressure.

This was the intimidating aura of a Level 6 Dual Ability User.

Ye Fan felt a little uncomfortable. The man was clearly a cripple, lying on a flatbed cart no higher than his waist, yet he still felt a sense of fear.

"Fine, eat it yourself then."

Ye Fan shoved the flower roll into his hand and paid him no more mind.

Fu Cheng didn’t mind. He sluggishly brought the roll to his mouth and ate it bit by bit.

Just as he finished one roll, it was Fu Cheng’s turn for his check-up. Ye Fan waited outside, bored, and started shooting the breeze in the group chat.

Ye Fan: Just finished breakfast. Boss Shen’s cooking is amazing.

Little Bei: ? You guys got breakfast? I thought meals weren’t included.

Ye Fan: They’re not. I paid for it. It’s a staff meal I piggybacked on.

Little Bei: Fuck, if I’d known that was an option, I would’ve snatched up this job.

Ye Fan: Too bad. You all seemed pretty disgusted with the idea at the time.

Sun Yong: It wasn’t disgust. We were busy with other things and didn’t see the mission notice from the boss.

Ye Fan: Heh, you think I’d believe that?

Xue Can: Chatting idly instead of keeping watch?

Ye Fan tensed up and quickly explained: I’m on an outside assignment, not at the shop.

A private message from Xue Can came in.

Xue Can: The underground black clinic again?

Ye Fan had already informed Xue Can about Shen Lu taking someone to an underground black clinic a couple of days ago. It was a matter that could be big or small, and Ye Fan felt it was better to report it.

Besides, Xue Can had given orders that it was best to report everything, big or small, that happened at Shen Lu’s shop.

Ye Fan: No, we’re at a hospital in the Lower City District. Uh, Boss Shen had me bring Fu Cheng here for a check-up.

Xue Can: Her half-dead fiancé?

For some reason, Ye Fan thought the boss’s words sounded a bit sour.

Ye Fan: Yes.

Xue Can: What are the results?

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