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The NO.1 Food Stall in the Wasteland novel Chapter 241

Chapter 241: Chapter 241: "Boss, you’re really amazing.

Shen Lu broke into a genuinely sincere smile. "Fu Cheng, you’re amazing."

’She had thrown a little tantrum at him, but Fu Cheng treated her the same as always. He really was a very, very good friend.’

When the young woman acted cute, her voice became impossibly soft, as if she were holding a piece of candy in her mouth, sweet enough to leave him dazed.

Fu Cheng froze for a moment before his heart began to pound wildly in his chest. A little flustered, he maneuvered his wheelchair back, trying to put some distance between them so she wouldn’t notice anything was off.

But Shen Lu had already sensed it. She stood up and leaned in.

"Fu Cheng, are you feeling unwell?"

"It’s a little stuffy." Fu Cheng’s words came out in a rush. "I’m going to head to the backyard for a bit."

"Okay. If you start feeling really bad, be sure to let me know."

Fu Cheng fled to the backyard. As the cool breeze washed over him, the heat in his flushed cheeks finally began to subside.

’He was afraid of her giving him the cold shoulder, but he was also afraid of her being sweet and playful. He couldn’t handle either scenario.’

Now that someone had solved her problem, the great weight on Shen Lu’s shoulders lifted.

Humming a song, she went to the back kitchen, changed into her chef’s uniform, and started making salted scallions with her staff.

Shen Lu redeemed the other ingredients for the salted scallions from the store—things like ginger, garlic, onions, pears, and chili powder.

It was fine to use ingredients from the store for these, since the main ingredient—the scallions—was locally sourced. When mixed, the dish would have a negligible effect on soothing one’s Spiritual Sea.

To keep up appearances, she put on a show of going into the pantry, emerging with two large baskets of ingredients.

"Boss, when did we get this stuff in the pantry?" Xin Yu asked bluntly.

Shen Lu smiled without speaking. Xin Yu got the hint and gave her a thumbs-up. "Boss, you’re amazing."

The rest: ??? How is she amazing? Quit it with the cryptic talk!

Song Zhigao glanced at the pantry door, then at the contents of the baskets, and pressed his lips together tightly.

He’d been the one cleaning the pantry for the past few days, so he knew its contents like the back of his hand. He was certain he had never seen the things Shen Lu brought out.

According to their agreement, he should have reported this to Master Luo. This time, however, Song Zhigao was reluctant to compose the text.

He took out all his pent-up frustration on the radishes. He held down the shredder with one hand and, with a radish in the other, began moving his hand up and down with lightning speed.

In less than an hour, he had finished shredding all the radishes.

Shen Lu was shocked. ’Was that even humanly possible?’

’Wasn’t he afraid he’d grate his own hand?’

Shen Lu was in charge of the seasoning. After adding all the ingredients, she left the task of tossing and coating to Deng Ying, Shu Meng, and Cai Su. She then turned to deal with the large green onions.

The large green onions were also for a cold dish, but the preparation method was different from the scallions.

They had to be julienned, soaked in ice water, and then tossed with seasonings.

Little Mantis was excellent at this task. As a Second Level kitchen robot, the strips it cut were perfectly uniform in thickness. Shen Lu was very, very, very, very satisfied.

Just as she finished preparing the two cold dishes, the vegetables Fu Cheng had asked Li Zexing to procure on short notice arrived.

The person who delivered them was Li Zexing’s agent, Qin Shuangshu. The look he gave Shen Lu was indescribably complex.

’He thought that as a celebrity agent, his job was to secure investments, book gigs, and generate publicity for his client. He never in a million years thought he’d be helping his client secure vegetables.’

’And to a small restaurant in the Lower City District, of all places.’

"Thank you," Shen Lu said politely. "When I have time, I’ll thank Li Zexing in person."

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