The NO.1 Food Stall in the Wasteland novel Chapter 303

Chapter 303: Chapter 303: You’ve Got a Lot of Nerve, Kid

"Mom, come have breakfast with us in a bit," Shen Lu said.

Yang Jing was a bit overwhelmed by the favor. "I-I’ll just have an Insect Cake..."

She was worried about displeasing the boss.

"Suit yourself." Shen Lu had only asked in passing. If Yang Jing didn’t want to, she wouldn’t force her.

She just felt that Yang Jing was very responsible. She was never stingy with diligent employees.

Yang Jing hesitated for a moment. "Could I... take a little for your brother and father?"

Shen Lu’s face darkened. "No."

"Alright..." 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

Yang Jing’s thoughts were simple. She just thought that since Liu Yaozu and Liu Qiang were injured, eating something good would help them recover faster.

As for herself, it didn’t matter.

She was healthy; she would be fine without eating so well.

For breakfast, Shen Lu had beef and cellophane noodle soup with a freshly made egg pancake. The soup was rich and savory, and a single bowl warmed her from the inside out.

The egg pancake was soft and fragrant. Shen Lu couldn’t resist eating an extra half, and before she knew it, she was completely stuffed.

She brewed herself a cup of hawthorn tea and paced around the shop.

By 7:30 in the morning, the sky hadn’t brightened much. It was gloomy and overcast.

Shen Lu figured the vegetable delivery truck probably wouldn’t be coming today.

BEEP BEEP.

The crisp sound of a horn pierced through the swirling dust and sand, reaching Shen Lu’s ears clearly.

"No way. They’re still delivering vegetables in this weather?"

The vegetables from Zhao Qian’s plantation had arrived. They came in a different vehicle today, a silver-white one. You could tell just by looking at it that it was heavily built and extremely sturdy—it had the look of something a cannonball couldn’t pierce.

Even the driver had a string of lead weights tied to his waist to increase his own weight, so he wouldn’t be blown away by the wind when he got out of the truck.

A Level 8 gale could snap small trees, and the resistance of walking against it was immense. Someone with Shen Lu’s body weight could easily be blown away if she wasn’t careful.

So, the job of moving the vegetables had to be left to Little Mantis, Huo Qian, and Wu Jun. Shen Lu had Cai Su and her son stay safely inside the shop with her.

The harsh weather made unloading take longer, but thankfully, everything was moved safely in the end.

Once the driver got back in the truck and started the engine, Shen Lu immediately sent a message to Zhao Qian, telling him that if the weather was as bad as today, or worse, he didn’t need to send the vegetables—just letting her know would be enough.

Zhao Qian’s reply came quickly today, and as always, he was a man of few words.

Zhao Qian: Okay.

Just as Shen Lu was about to head back to the kitchen to deal with the newly delivered vegetables, the door opened again.

Wang Daguo struggled in, dragging a dark, lumpy bundle with him.

"Wang Daguo, what are you doing here?" Shen Lu’s eyes widened. "Didn’t I tell you before? If the weather’s too bad, you don’t have to come to work."

After the sandstorm season began, Shen Lu had told all employees who didn’t live in the dorms that if the weather was bad, they didn’t need to come in. They could just treat it as a day off.

Wang Daguo pulled off the scarf wrapped around his face, blowing two puffs of black sand from his nostrils. "My place is just a few steps from the shop. A sandstorm of this level is no problem for me."

He had wondered whether he should come in or not.

"Brother, Boss Shen is a good boss. You have to work hard for her!" Wang Xiaoci had said, her little face serious like a tiny adult. "Besides, you’re really heavy, Brother. If you’re careful, you can make it to the shop."

Wang Xiaohui nodded. "That’s right, Brother, you can’t be lazy."

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