The NO.1 Food Stall in the Wasteland novel Chapter 272

Chapter 272: Chapter 272: Who Wouldn’t Want a Sister-in-Law Who Has Your Back?

Yang Jing was a bit apprehensive. She had been ignored for far too long, and Liu Qiang usually handled all their social interactions. She was afraid she would say the wrong thing, or worse, that no one would respond to her at all.

But her worries were clearly unfounded.

Shen Lu had introduced her as her mother, and they were her employees. Unless they no longer wanted to work for Shen Lu, they all naturally responded with enthusiasm.

The smile on Yang Jing’s face instantly grew, and her tense shoulders relaxed. This was especially true when Grandma Wang took the initiative to pull her to a seat, which immediately made her feel grounded.

Shen Lu was happy to see things turn out this way.

It wasn’t that she was determined to change Yang Jing, but she could be inexplicably overbearing at times.

For instance, Yang Jing wanted to join today’s dinner party, so she couldn’t just rely on Shen Lu to do all the socializing for her.

She wasn’t Yang Jing’s real daughter; she wasn’t obligated to run interference for her.

And Shen Lu had a slightly mischievous side. She wanted to know if Yang Jing would change under her subtle influence.

What kind of person would she become?

And would the men of the Liu Family, so used to her being meek and submissive, be able to accept this new Yang Jing?

Shen Lu was incredibly curious!

It was already past six o’clock. If they didn’t start eating soon, the dinner might not even be over by nine.

Shen Lu clapped her hands, drawing everyone’s attention. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

She started by giving a detailed introduction to the three types of hot pot bases, letting everyone choose their own according to their preferences.

Soon, the small copper pots in front of each person were filled with their chosen bases. Then, Shen Lu led them over to pick out their favorite ingredients.

The freshly fried crispy pork was a hit with everyone. The adults dipped it in chili powder while the kids used ketchup, and everyone ate with delight.

The adults were more reserved. When they tasted something delicious, their eyes would light up at most, and they would offer a sincere compliment like, "Boss Shen, your cooking skills are incredible."

The children were more direct, like a flock of chirping little sparrows, making no effort to hide their surprise and delight.

"Sister Shen, this crispy pork is so delicious! It’s crunchy on the outside and tender on the inside. I could eat a whole plate by myself!"

"Sister Shen, your cooking is even better than my mom’s!"

"Sister Shen, you’re not just beautiful, you cook delicious food too! I want to be as amazing as you when I grow up!"

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Influenced by Xiao Lang, the other children all started calling Shen Lu "Sister Shen," each one shouting it more cheerfully than the last.

Compared to "Boss Shen," Shen Lu much preferred being called "sister" by the children and accepted the new title without hesitation.

Xin Yu was the only one there by himself. He had chosen the spicy tallow hot pot base, and as he waited for his food to cook, the billowing steam blurred his vision.

In a daze, he thought he saw his family who had passed away.

His home had been this lively when he was a child, just as boisterous as it was tonight.

His cheerful personality was largely thanks to his harmonious and happy family.

But now, he was the only one left.

He had thought he would be alone for the rest of his life, but he never expected that a single decision made on a courageous impulse could lead to such a different life.

Xin Yu wiped away his tears, but Fan An Kang, who was sitting beside him, noticed.

"Big brother, why are you crying?" Fan An Kang asked, confused.

Shu Meng gently tugged on her son’s arm, signaling him to stop asking. She had a good idea why.

Xin Yu forced a smile. "The boss’s hot pot is so delicious. My mouth is a little sore lately, so the spicy food hurts. It hurt so much I started crying."

Fan An Kang didn’t realize Xin Yu was lying. Hearing his explanation, the boy picked a piece of luncheon meat and some lettuce from his own tomato pot and placed them on Xin Yu’s plate. "Don’t cry, big brother. My hot pot isn’t spicy. Here, you can have this."

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