Xue Xi and Luo Feng lifted their bowls at the same time and drank the last of the braising sauce. Feeling the warmth slide down their throats and into their stomachs, they set their bowls on the table and let out satisfied sighs.
Just then, a screen of light appeared above Luo Feng's table through the Gourmet Anchor. It showed two thumbs, one up and one down. Luo Feng naturally gave it a thumbs-up without hesitation, much to Xue Xi's eager delight. She then saw the first-stage progress for 1,000 people increase by one. She'd officially served her first customer.
After rating the meal, Luo Feng was about to ask for another bowl when all sorts of ingenious ideas about footwork surged into his mind. The points in the Nine-Layered Thunder Blade's footwork technique, Streamer, that had once seemed obscure and difficult to grasp were now being filled in by one flash of inspiration after another. As if struck by a sudden burst of insight, Luo Feng shot out of the restaurant and began honing his footwork among the beast horde a thousand meters away.
Gao Feng and the four men in black had just unloaded the supplies and arrived at the entrance when Luo Feng's sudden dash startled them. They turned to look at Xue Xi, who stood smiling at the doorway, their faces full of question marks.
Xue Xi was delighted to see the progress bar at the lower right of the register tick up to 1,100. This was her first customer, after all. Getting started was always the hardest part; now that she'd taken the first step, things would only get easier.
Although she'd never studied a footwork manual, little tricks for dodging attacks kept appearing in her mind, too. And judging by Luo Feng's performance, the food's enhancement effects were quite impressive. She was starting to look forward to what the rest of the register had in store.
Facing five puzzled faces, Xue Xi enthusiastically introduced them to the miraculous effects of her traditional heritage cuisine. They all looked unconvinced. How could one meal possibly help someone master footwork?
Xue Xi didn't take offense; that was only natural. Instead, she invited them to watch Luo Feng train. It would give her a little publicity, too, and they could spread the word when they got back. Otherwise, how long would it take her to reach 1,000 customers in this godforsaken place?
The group soon arrived at the rooftop of the building a thousand meters away, where the Silver Moon Fierce Wolf had been. From their vantage point, they watched Luo Feng nimbly dodge among the monsters.
The more Gao Feng watched, the more astonished he became. "How is this possible? Just a few days ago, Luo Feng had only just reached the Micro-level in footwork. Now his movements are almost on par with mine, an old War General who's spent years mastering the Micro-level. No, he's still improving rapidly. He almost seems to be blending into his surroundings. Could this be Perfect-level footwork, the kind only a War God can comprehend?"
The four men in black stared wide-eyed at the young man below, who used his surroundings to dodge and then kill monsters in one fluid motion. They felt as if they'd wasted their lives.
Xue Xi watched their astonishment with satisfaction and launched into her pitch. "So, what do you think? Want to try this flying leap in footwork comprehension for yourselves? We're celebrating our grand opening today! Not 888, not even 88—just 100,000 yuan now! One bowl of noodles for 100,000 yuan, and your footwork will no longer be a weakness. Roaming the wilderness will be no dream, and your family will never have to worry again!"
Gao Feng and the others considered it. At first glance, 100,000 yuan for a bowl of noodles made the place sound like a rip-off. But if it really worked as well as Luo Feng's performance suggested, it was practically a steal.
In this day and age, nothing that helped a Martial Artist train came cheap. Just look at the manuals that could be copied—they sold for hundreds of millions. And who knew? This might even help them break through to Perfect-level footwork, paving the way for them to become War Gods in the future.
Having made up their minds, Gao Feng and the four men in black spoke to Xue Xi in unison. "Then we'll have a bowl!"
Xue Xi happily ushered her five new progress points back to the restaurant. As for Luo Feng? The low-level monsters here probably wouldn't be enough to keep him busy for long, so there was no need to worry about him.
When Xue Xi hurried back to the restaurant and went to the cashier, ready to collect the money before cooking, she realized something was wrong. She didn't seem to have a bank account. Since she'd arrived in this world from elsewhere, she was technically an undocumented person on Earth.
Now what? She couldn't collect the money. She couldn't very well work for free while they ate without paying, could she? No way. Xue Xi considered herself a miser of the modern age and absolutely refused to let a single penny slip through her fingers!
So she first asked her good friend Xu Xin to lend her a bank account, planning to transfer the money back once she'd sorted things out. As the eldest daughter of the Xu Family, Xu Xin surely wouldn't covet her little bit of money. Besides, they trusted each other completely.
After a quick deposit of 500,000 Huaxia Currency, Xue Xi returned to the kitchen. There was still plenty of braising sauce, so she only needed to heat it up. She boiled the Cat Ear Noodles and drained them, then expertly poured over the fragrant, rich sauce and sprinkled on the toppings. Finally, she served five fresh bowls of Cat Ear Noodles to the eager diners.
Gao Feng scooped up a generous spoonful and put it in his mouth. The aroma captivated his taste buds, making him close his mouth and nod repeatedly as he hummed in satisfaction to show his approval.
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