The NO.1 Food Stall in the Wasteland novel Chapter 292

Chapter 292: Chapter 292: If He Doesn’t Get Rich, Who Will?

Before she even got close, Shen Lu noticed the unnatural paleness on Xue Can’s face.

Mo Bei greeted her enthusiastically. "Good afternoon, Boss Shen."

"You’re here early. Please, have a seat. I’ll get you some hot tea."

Mo Bei and Xue Can found an empty table in the dining area and sat down. Shen Lu brought over two cups of hot tea.

"Looking at you, Mr. Xue, were you injured on a mission?" Shen Lu asked.

Before Xue Can could even speak, Mo Bei started chattering away.

"Yeah, his entire left shoulder was shot through! The doctor had to put in over a dozen bone pins. You have no idea, Boss Shen, I thought he was going to die right then and there. The blood was just... GUSHING all over the floor..."

"Mo Bei," Xue Can cut in, annoyed. "Don’t you have something to do?"

’Get the hell out of here already!’

"Huh?" Mo Bei blinked. "I’m already done."

’No way, is he really that heartless?’

’Is he just going to use me and toss me aside?’

’No, I’m not leaving. I’m going to shamelessly stick around and get a free meal from Boss Shen, no matter what.’

"I don’t think you’re done," Xue Can said, enunciating every word. His tone was full of menace.

Mo Bei pouted and gave Xue Can a pitiful look.

Mo Bei: ’Boss, are you really going to be this cruel?’

Xue Can: ’Get lost.’

Mo Bei was on the verge of tears.

Mo Bei reluctantly got to his feet. "I guess I do have a few things left to do. Boss, I’ll come pick you up later. Oh, right, the doctor said you need to eat light, so don’t eat anything too sp—"

Xue Can shot him a death glare, and Mo Bei swallowed the rest of his sentence. He finished his tea and drove back to their base.

"With an injury that serious, you really shouldn’t be out and about, Mr. Xue." Shen Lu didn’t quite understand his logic. ’Shouldn’t he be at home, resting quietly?’

"My Spiritual Sea is restless," Xue Can said, his brow furrowed. "It’s unbearable."

This wasn’t an excuse. His Spiritual Sea had been injured, causing the already violent energies within it to churn even more furiously.

"I see. In that case, why don’t you have Mo Bei come and pick up dinner tomorrow?"

"It’s alright. I can come and eat here myself."

"Alright then." Shen Lu didn’t press the issue; it was only a suggestion, so it didn’t matter if he didn’t accept it. "I’m going to get busy in the kitchen. Just call me if you need anything, Mr. Xue."

Xue Can nodded.

Shen Lu went back to the kitchen, redeemed a stewing hen from the System Mall, and put it on to simmer.

A little while later, Fu Cheng and Wu Jun returned as well.

There were frequent sandstorms these days, so to make trips to the hospital more convenient, Fu Cheng had bought a car. No more getting covered head to toe in sand.

If Ye Fan were here, he would have undoubtedly screamed, "Fu Cheng, you bastard!" and grabbed him by the collar, demanding to know why he hadn’t bought a car sooner when he clearly had the money.

After all, when he’d escorted Fu Cheng before, they had walked the entire way!

Fu Cheng had, in fact, done it on purpose. It was payback for Ye Fan always filching his food. Not buying the car was his own petty, secret revenge.

A Superpower User’s perception is incredibly sharp, and Fu Cheng immediately sensed Xue Can’s noticeably weakened aura.

The two men’s eyes met. Fu Cheng’s gaze was cold, and Xue Can’s was severe.

"Since you’re injured, Mr. Xue, it would be better for you to just stay home and recuperate."

’Don’t come running here and being an eyesore.’

"Thank you for your concern."

’It’s none of his damn business.’

The employees gradually left for the day, each holding a jar of spicy pickled cabbage.

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