The NO.1 Food Stall in the Wasteland novel Chapter 233

Chapter 233: Chapter 233: There Is No Right or Wrong

Ye Fan wasn’t offended by his partner’s teasing. He just chuckled and said, "So what if I’m a hick? Other people would kill to eat Boss Shen’s soup dumplings and can’t even get any!"

Xue Can had never eaten such a refined meal either, but he was smart. He started with a few sips of the century egg and lean pork congee while surreptitiously observing how Fu Cheng ate.

Fu Cheng ignored the noisy Ye Fan. He took a dipping saucer with one hand, poured in some of the vinegar from the table, then added a spoonful of chili oil and mixed it well.

Shen Lu had made soup dumplings. The skin was paper-thin. When you picked one up, the bulging pouch of soup would pull the dumpling downward, but the wrapper was resilient enough not to break easily.

Fu Cheng placed a soup dumpling in his bowl, carefully poked a hole in it to let some of the steam escape, and waited until the temperature was just right. Only then did he slurp the broth through the opening before dipping the rest and eating the meat.

Having watched the entire process, Xue Can thought, ’This stuff really is only fit for rich people.’

Mercenaries like them never had the time or inclination for such a leisurely indulgence. When on a mission, they’d just grab a quick bite. There was no way they’d have the luxury of slowly savoring soup dumplings.

"Are the dumplings to your liking?" Shen Lu asked as she sat down and ladled a bowl of congee for herself. Seeing this, Fu Cheng put down his chopsticks, got her a dipping saucer, and pushed the vinegar toward her.

"Boss Shen, these dumplings are delicious, but they have too much soup inside," Ye Fan said bluntly. "And they’re not very filling."

For rough guys like them, taste was secondary. The most important thing was getting a full stomach.

"Ye Fan," Xue Can called out, his voice neither loud nor soft, his brow furrowed.

"It’s alright. If you’re not full, I can make you some noodles."

Shen Lu wasn’t offended or hurt.

Soup dumplings are made with unleavened dough, while the buns and mantou they usually ate were made with leavened dough. For Ye Fan, leavened bread was indeed more filling.

’It’s not a matter of right or wrong, just personal preference,’ she thought.

"Then thank you, Boss Shen!" Ye Fan said cheerfully, pretending not to notice the dark look on Xue Can’s face.

His security detail at Little Deer Cuisine was already more than halfway done. In about ten more days, it would be a full month, and he had no idea if Boss Shen would renew their contract.

If she didn’t, he wouldn’t be able to freeload breakfast and dinner anymore. Besides, lunch no longer had the soothing and healing effect on his Spiritual Sea, so of course he had to eat as much as he could, while he could.

No one else asked for noodles, though. Shen Lu quickly cooked a bowl, poured some braising sauce over them, fried an egg, and served it to Ye Fan.

Ye Fan wasn’t picky. He added a generous amount of chili oil and SLURPED the noodles down until he was full.

Around 7:30, Wang Daguo and the others came in for their shift, so there were people to clear the dishes.

Shen Lu gave Cai Su the day off to spend time with Xiao Lang. Everyone else worked as usual.

After signing for the vegetables Zhao Qian delivered, Shen Lu couldn’t help but sigh.

Yesterday he’d sent green beans, eggplant, carrots, and lettuce. Today it was chives, winter melon, radish, and cauliflower.

’So the vegetable dishes have to change again today. It’s a good thing I know how to make a lot of different dishes, or I really wouldn’t be able to keep up with Zhao Qian’s pace.’

As for the three meat ingredients—pork, grass carp, and chicken—they were so-so. The grass carp was a bit smaller than yesterday’s, less than a pound.

That was an easy fix. She could just portion a larger part of the fish body with the head to make up the weight.

Still, Shen Lu was a little worried. ’I hope the fish he sends tomorrow isn’t even smaller than today’s.’

’Any smaller and I won’t be able to make chopped chili fish head.’

Using local ingredients was just one headache after another. It was nothing like the System Mall, which offered ingredients of stable quality, a wide variety, and sufficient quantity. As long as you had enough popularity value, you could get as much as you wanted.

You didn’t have to owe anyone any favors, and you certainly didn’t have to worry about inconsistent quality.

Shen Lu clenched her fists. ’I have to max out the store’s defense value as soon as possible.’

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