By comparison, Boss Lu's conscience was practically glowing bright red!
Without washing his hands, a customer picked up an Imperial Consort Chicken Wing and took a bite.
The customers behind him thought that was too careless. He had not even washed his hands, and there was probably sweat on them, which would affect the flavor of the chicken wing.
It was disrespectful to Boss Lu's food.
Yet when it was finally his turn to buy food, he was so ravenous that he grabbed the Twice Cooked Pork with his bare hands.
The enticingly colored chicken wing went into his mouth. The translucent tendons and meat were soaked in juices, and with a gentle suck, the meat slipped right off the bone. The skin was crispy, the meat tender, and his mouth filled with a sticky, gelatinous richness.
"Wuwuwu~!"
The customer actually started crying like a child.
"Hey! Brother, isn't that a little over the top? You're really crying?"
"Crying because it's delicious is supposed to be an adjective. How did you turn it into a verb?"
"You're really laying it on thick!"
The customer wiped away his salty tears and explained,
"You don't understand. I've loved chicken wings since I was little. Boss Lu's Imperial Consort Chicken Wings are just too delicious. They reminded me of the braised chicken wings my grandma used to make when I was a kid!"
Lu Qin smiled. "Then your grandma's braised chicken wings must have been delicious."
The customer shook his head. "Grandma's eyesight was bad. She mistook vinegar for soy sauce, and they were so sour my eyes rolled back!"
Lu Qin: "..."
The customers behind him burst into pig-like laughter.
"You clown, hurry up and scram after buying your food. Don't hold up my fried noodles. My wife is about to give