As for Shen Muyan, she had long since been tossed to the back of his mind.
"Papa~! Auntie Fang Ya still hasn't tried the fried rice noodles and twice cooked pork yet~!"
Fang Ya had sat with the little one for an hour. Though she had eaten two cups of mung bean paste and two boxes of Ice Crystal Cake,
for some reason, she was getting hungrier and hungrier.
Lu Xiyao was hungry too.
The main reason was that Lu Qin was frying rice noodles and twice cooked pork nearby. The smell was simply too irresistible.
It woke up every craving in their bodies.
A little embarrassed, Fang Ya waved her hand and said,
"Lu Qin, don't worry about me. Your business comes first."
The customers were watching hungrily. Although Lu Qin was already moving quickly, and his serving speed was absolutely fine without compromising the taste,
there were simply too many customers.
Lu Qin did not even have time to take a sip of water.
"Boss Lu, why don't you take a break? You've been frying for two hours straight. Even a production team's donkey wouldn't be worked this hard!"
"Yeah, Boss Lu. If you wear yourself out, we won't get to eat your cooking anymore!"
Quite a few customers felt sorry for Lu Qin. Watching him work at such intensity, they could not bear it.
One after another, they urged Lu Qin to rest for a while before continuing.
But in truth, Lu Qin did not feel tired at all.
Thanks to the system's Fatigue Elimination Aura.
There was no need to worry about occupational ailments or anything like that.
Lu Qin found time to fry a serving of fried rice noodles and twice cooked pork for Fang Ya.
The other customers did not say anything either. They knew Fang Ya was Lu Qin's friend, and it was only natural for her to enjoy a little special treatment.
Still, being Lu Qin's friend was indeed a very fortunate thing.
The little one happily carried the fried rice noodles and twice cooked pork over.
"Auntie Fang Ya, try the fried rice noodles and twice cooked pork~!"
"They're both super delicious~!"
As Lu Xiyao spoke while carrying them, saliva was already flooding her mouth uncontrollably.
Fang Ya quickly took the plate from her.
Looking at the steaming fried rice noodles and twice cooked pork, she could not stop herself from salivating either.
The fried rice noodles smelled so good, and the twice cooked pork smelled even better.
What kind of heavenly fried rice noodles and twice cooked pork were these?
The aroma was far too tempting!
As a food blogger, Fang Ya had eaten no shortage of delicious things.
But never had any food made her crave it this badly.
"Baby Yao Yao, did you bring chopsticks?"
"I did! I brought two pairs too, hehe~!"
Lu Xiyao spread open her little hand and handed over a pair of chopsticks.
"I can't take it anymore. Auntie Fang Ya is craving it too much. Let me try the fried rice noodles and twice cooked pork your dad made first."
With that, Fang Ya snapped apart the chopsticks and picked up a mouthful of fried rice noodles.
Having already drunk mung bean paste and eaten Ice Crystal Cake, Fang Ya had been mentally prepared and knew that Lu Qin's food was anything but ordinary.
Yet the moment she tasted the fried rice noodles, she was still utterly stunned.
It carried the pure fragrance of rice along with the seared flavor of stir-frying. It was rich without being greasy, smooth and springy without being heavy.
Fang Ya had never imagined that something as simple as fried rice noodles could taste this good.
After taking two bites of the fried rice noodles, her gaze shifted to the twice cooked pork beside it.
The golden, enticing-looking twice cooked pork was even more mouthwatering.
Fang Ya put down her chopsticks, picked up a piece, and placed it in her mouth.
In an instant, her tongue and taste buds were conquered.
Fang Ya had fallen.
It was so good, it ought to be illegal.
The little one also picked up her chopsticks and ate the fried rice noodles and twice cooked pork.
She swayed her head happily as she ate, her fair, tender little face brimming with delight.
Another half hour passed.
The boxes holding the ingredients gradually neared empty.
Lu Qin estimated the remaining amount, then called out loudly,
"Sorry, but the sixteen customers at the back of the line will have to come back tomorrow."
The bad news arrived, and the last sixteen customers all looked disappointed.
"Boss Lu, that's too hurtful. It's like being handed a death sentence."
"Every time I hear Boss Lu say he's sold out, it feels like I failed the college entrance exam."
Every day, there were always a few heartbroken people returning home alone.
Some even posted on social media.
I didn't get to eat Boss Lu's fried rice noodles and twice cooked pork today. Nobody better mess with me—I'm a dangerous man now!
The customers gradually dispersed, and the alley returned to its emptiness and quiet.
Lu Qin began packing up his stall.
The little one immediately got up and ran over with quick little steps to help. "Papa, I'll help you~!"
"I'll help too."
Having eaten his food, Fang Ya felt obliged to help clean up as well.
Normally, Miss Fang was extremely lazy—the sort who would not even pick up a fallen soy sauce bottle at home.
She would let the pots, bowls, and utensils pile up in the sink until they grew mold before calling in a cleaner.
In fact, Lu Qin was very efficient. He finished packing up in less than ten minutes.
Lu Xiyao and Fang Ya only gathered the stools and folded up the vegetable baskets, so there was hardly any work to do.
After seeing Lu Qin run his stall today, Fang Ya gained a new understanding of the words "running a street stall."
"Lu Qin, I didn't expect your stall business to be this good!"
"Booming business isn't necessarily a good thing. There are too many customers, and every time I set up, all I can think about is packing up early."
Lu Qin said with a faint smile.
"You must have made quite a bit in just one evening, right?"
Before Lu Qin could answer, the little one eagerly boasted,
"Of course! Auntie Fang Ya, we make so much money from our stall~!"
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Fang Ya was no fool. Based on the customer traffic, she could roughly estimate the evening's revenue.
She could be certain of one thing: Lu Qin's stall revenue had definitely exceeded ten thousand.
And that was from just one evening.
Good heavens!
No wonder Lu Qin did not go find a job. What job could earn more than running a stall?
Besides, if Lu Qin went to work, those foodie customers would probably blockade the entrance to his company every day.
"Do you need us to give you a ride home?"
Lu Qin pointed at his three-wheeler.
At five foot seven, Fang Ya would have to squeeze herself into the three-wheeler's food cart.
Besides, Fang Ya lived in North City. It was over twenty minutes away by car and not on the way.
"I'll get a cab home."
"Alright. See you."
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