Hong Soup Spicy Rooster

Liu Chang'an and Zhu Juntang arrived at the "Hong Soup Spicy Rooster" restaurant.

If a restaurant wants to position itself and develop in a high-end, boutique manner, a good name is essential.

Although the Hong Soup Spicy Rooster Restaurant doesn't plan to cultivate a high-end brand image, its name is actually quite sophisticated, reminiscent of Newfoundland, Las Vegas, Portsmouth, Provence, and so on.

Most foreign place names, when translated, sound very sophisticated and high-end, but their original meanings are actually similar to names like Xinkaipu, Laodaohe, Dongtang, Xitang, and Jingwanzi.

If things get big in the future and Zhou Shuling wants to expand overseas, then she'll name it: Hong Soup La Rooster.

Even though the average person might not understand it, doesn't it seem particularly high-end?

Using rooster instead of cock is more descriptive and better conveys the character and style of the soup and dish.

"The rooster is the leader of the flock, a typical animal alpha, commanding all the hens. However, it cannot determine whether a hen's egg is its offspring, as hens can lay eggs even if they haven't been pregnant. We often think free-range chickens taste better, which is true, but in the breeding process, raising roosters requires more attention than raising hens. Studies show that roosters that forage freely often consume less food, affecting the size of their eggs. Conversely, if they forage freely in areas with abundant food, their weight increases rapidly, causing hens to resist and affecting reproduction... After all, an egg laid by a single hen cannot hatch into a chick..."

"Grandpa, when you're with An Nuan, do you also talk to her about these obscure and trivial facts that girls have absolutely no interest in?" Zhu Juntang had absolutely no interest in the facts about roosters, hens, chicks, and roosters and hens having chicks.

"Let's chat." Liu Chang'an nodded.

So what was her reaction at that moment?

She said: Stop.

"Stop."

"Sigh, I was originally going to talk to you about the book 'Mixed Chicken Farming Technology in Bamboo Forest and Pond Ecosystems,' which I wrote in the last century in response to agricultural development policies. It helped a number of farmers become millionaires." Liu Chang'an shook his head regretfully. "I was quite satisfied with the book, and back then, chicken farming knowledge was common sense, not obscure knowledge at all."

"Other Longevity are always passing on human civilization and witnessing major events in human history. They all talk about being partners or teachers to great historical figures, or even being famous figures in history themselves. What about you? Teaching people how to raise chickens?" Zhu Juntang looked at the "Sect Master" she followed. Although she always felt that following a Longevity would definitely have many benefits, the Longevity in front of her was really too unreliable.

"People should live in the present, and there's no need for a fixed way of living. Joining the revolutionary tide during wartime was the choice of the proud sons of the era. Retiring to the mountains after achieving success is also perfectly fine. In peacetime, developing the economy is the top priority. What's wrong with raising chickens? Raising chickens can make you rich. Although chickens don't have the wide range of industrial uses as pigs, do you know how excellent chicken manure is as a source of nutrients?"

Alright, now that we've gotten to chicken manure, Zhu Juntang jogged into the restaurant first, leaving Liu Chang'an with no one to talk to about how "chicken manure" is a good thing.

Liu Chang'an was very disappointed.

Liu Chang'an followed them to the restaurant, and upon entering, he saw Zhou Shuling in a red dress.

Zhou Shuling is just an ordinary woman with average looks and figure. As the saying goes, a woman should dress simply to look pretty, which is enough to illustrate the influence of clothing color on a woman's temperament and beauty.

The red dress greatly changed Zhou Shuling's outward appearance and temperament.

Zhou Shuling has always had a gentle and graceful demeanor. Her image as a single mother adds to her pitiful charm, making many men want to protect her and let such a good woman not have to work so hard, but simply stay at home and be a virtuous wife for him.

Today, her red knitted dress, paired with black stockings and high heels, revealed a completely different temperament, as if beneath her gentle and charming demeanor, a hidden allure and passion were radiating out.

Liu Chang'an smiled, a very ordinary smile, just like when he sometimes saw Zhou Dongdong's mind suddenly flash and she displayed some cleverness.

However, not everyone can view Zhou Shuling's changes with the same calm attitude as him.

For example, the All-Star.

For example, Zhou Shuling's classmate, Mi Gaoming, was someone she met while having a buffet with Zhou Shuling and Zhou Dongdong. This friend of Mi Gaoming even gave her a bottle of wine, which Zhou Shuling insisted on drinking. In the end, Liu Chang'an had to carry one of them on his back and tuck one under his arm to get back.

"Business is a little better than usual today?" Liu Chang'an glanced around and said to Zhou Shuling with a smile.

Zhou Shuling's cheeks flushed slightly, feeling that Liu Chang'an was making fun of her for attracting attention.

"Do you want me to help you get rid of them?" Zhu Juntang asked Zhou Shuling, somewhat incredulously, "They're still here?"

"No... they came back at noon and left, but came back in the evening." Zhou Shuling glanced somewhat awkwardly at All-Star and Mi Gaoming sitting together on the other side.

All-Star and Mi Gaoming's attention wasn't on this; they were eating.

"Mr. Mi, not counting lunch, this is your fifth bowl of rice noodles tonight." All-Star looked at Mi Gaoming calmly, "You're really pushing yourself too hard."

Mi Gaoming sneered, "Manager Quan, this is your twelfth big meat bun, and you've also ordered five chicken legs."

"I... cough... I at least had some side dishes. You ate all rice noodles, and this spicy soup, I'm afraid your stomach can't handle it." All-Star pointed to Mi Gaoming's bowl of fiery red soup and said.

"I'm a native of Junsha, I've been eating spicy food since I was a child, what's this?" Mi Gaoming said nonchalantly.

"The people in South Hunan who can really handle spicy food are the people in central and Western Hunan... Junsha has had well-developed water and land transportation since ancient times, with merchants from all over the country coming and going. The food has naturally mixed the tastes of people from all over the country, which has diluted the spiciness of the South Hunan cuisine. What makes the people of Junsha think they can handle spicy food?" All-Star launched a disdainful challenge based on regional discrimination and regional superiority.

"Then you should order a few bowls of noodles, don't just talk the talk but don't walk the walk." Mi Gaoming stared intently at All-Star, as if he knew All-Star wouldn't dare eat the noodles.

All-Star expressionlessly took out his phone, scanned the QR code to place his order, and then showed the order to Mi Gaoming.

Mi Gaoming nodded. "Manager Quan, dinner time is over. Don't you need to go back to work?"

"I'm already off work. I heard that Mr. Mi's job, although the income is high, often involves irregular eating and sleeping habits. You need to be careful with your stomach." All-Star patted Mi Gaoming's hand with a hint of concern.

"I also plan to get married soon and settle down. My diet and sleep schedule will naturally become more regular. Right now, I'm just eating and resting a bit casually because I'm single, but it has nothing to do with work." Mi Gaoming's tone was calm, but it carried an aggressive edge that All-Star could sense.

"Mr. Mi, Little Ling is already very busy with her work at the restaurant. Do you really expect her to take care of your daily life and give up her career after you become her girlfriend?" All-Star considered Zhou Shuling's situation.

"I didn't mean that... Manager Quan, I think you've misunderstood. Little Ling and I are classmates. I've been coming here these past few days mainly for work-related matters, and I also wanted to help her." Mi Gaoming shook his head with a smile.

"Okay, I see." All-Star nodded.

"But Manager Quan, you're in management of the mall. It's a bit inappropriate for you to be running around to the shops you manage every day. If rumors get out, it might have some impact on Little Ling and you, right?" Mi Gaoming retorted.

"This store was specifically designated for special attention by the higher-ups, so I can come here every day without any problem. Besides, Little Ling is single, and so am I. What gossip could there be?" All-Star said nonchalantly. "We're acquaintances. Little Ling is busy running the store, and I'm always running around helping out. Now that the store is operating smoothly, and I love the rice noodles here, do I need to avoid suspicion?"

Mi Gaoming chuckled lightly. The All-Star seemed to be taking advantage of their proximity, as if others were just there to reap the benefits. They were practically ready to say something like, "Where were you when Little Ling was going through a tough time?"

"Manager Quan, you can continue eating your noodles. I have work to do, goodbye." Mi Gaoming finally couldn't finish the last bowl of noodles.

The All-Star nodded calmly.

Mi Gaoming stood up and saw Liu Chang'an enter. Slightly embarrassed, he smiled at Zhou Shuling but didn't say anything and left.

Seeing Mi Gaoming leave, a waiter quickly went over to help All-Star, since the people in the restaurant were more familiar with All-Star.

"Manager Quan, you should go and talk to people; you're working too hard," Liu Chang'an said, moved.

"Little Ling... goodbye." All-Star touched his stomach. As soon as the enemy retreated, his energy immediately dissipated. He felt as if his whole body was about to burst. He staggered a couple of steps before regaining his balance.

"Xiao He, please see Manager Quan out," Zhou Shuling quickly said to a waiter.

The waiter was still supporting All-Star. All-Star rubbed his eyes and looked at Zhu Juntang, who was sitting at the table next to Liu Chang'an.

"Young Miss..." All-Star was startled and trembled slightly.

"Go for it!" Zhu Juntang clenched her fist and gave the All-Star a cheering gesture. Since Liu Chang'an seemed so moved, Zhu Juntang decided not to interfere. Instead, she found it amusing that this middle-aged man was experiencing a second spring in his life, and that he was so full of fighting spirit.

The All-Star didn't dare linger, their steps becoming much more agile as they quickly left the restaurant.

After the two people left, Zhou Shuling breathed a sigh of relief, sat down on a chair, and then looked down at her skirt.

Mi Gaoming did have some kind of intention, Zhou Shuling sensed it, but today Mi Gaoming seemed to have made up his mind... It really was mostly because of this dress. Zhou Shuling didn't expect that when Mi Gaoming came to the store for his lunch, his gaze towards Zhou Shuling was much more intense and impulsive than usual.

Men are really something... Zhou Shuling was utterly helpless.

This dress is so flattering, it really accentuates the allure of a mature woman, bringing out her charm to the fullest.

"Dongdong's mom looks so beautiful today, no wonder they're fighting over her like little roosters." Zhu Juntang recalled the chicken-raising techniques that Liu Chang'an had just talked to her about.

"It's all your fault." So that's what they all thought. Zhou Shuling rolled her eyes at Liu Chang'an in annoyance.

Wasn't it him who altered the dress to make it look so good? It's his fault, but Zhou Shuling absolutely loves this dress and has no intention of returning it to him, or rather, of wearing it again.

"Give it back to me." Liu Chang'an reached out his hand.

Zhou Shuling slapped his palm, feeling its warmth, and quickly pulled it back.

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Please give me one moonpiao (The beginning and end echo each other, demonstrating the author's excellent writing skills and literary cultivation; it deserves a moonpiao).