NFBE Chapter 104 Boss! You fucking come out here!
Chapter 104 Boss! You fucking come out here!
Xiao Xue couldn't help but smile as she looked at Lu Feng's impatient expression.
Then, under Lu Feng's expectant gaze, he obediently bit into the trembling braised pork.
The moment it touched her lips, Xiao Xue's eyelashes trembled slightly.
A gentle, sweet sensation with a caramel aroma washes over you.
With a gentle snap of the teeth, the once-firm skin crumbled instantly, and then the cloud-like fat melted directly on the tip of the tongue.
That feeling was like a ray of warm sunshine in winter dispelling all the lingering discomfort in her stomach.
"How was it? Honey, I didn't lie to you, did I?" Lu Feng asked vaguely while stuffing rice into his mouth, his eyes full of self-satisfaction.
Xiao Xue didn't say anything. She picked up the spoon, chose a piece of meat covered in thick broth from the bowl, added a big mouthful of rice, and shoved it into her mouth.
The way she was swallowing her food in large gulps made it impossible to tell that she was a pregnant woman who had been suffering from morning sickness for months.
"As expected... it didn't disappoint me." Xiao Xue swallowed the food in her mouth, patted her chest, and let out a long sigh of relief.
"Lu Feng, what do you think Boss Chen did?"
It looks so oily, but it's not greasy at all when you eat it; instead, it has a refreshing sweetness.
"Compared to this, all those star chefs we hired are just all show and no substance," Lu Feng chuckled, placing another piece into Xiao Xue's bowl.
"Eat more, so our daughter can have a full meal too."
Xiao Xue nodded, no longer caring about her image, and began to "fight" with the bowl of braised pork.
Just as Lu Feng and his wife were enjoying their meal...
The store door was pushed open again, and two men wearing black leather jackets and with buzz cuts strode in.
The one walking in front had a noticeable red scratch on his neck, and his eyes were sinister. He glanced around the store and finally fixed his gaze on the busy Su Chen.
"Hey buddy, any room left?" the man with the scratches yelled, his voice sounding particularly jarring in the quiet shop.
Su Chen stopped what he was doing, turned to look at the two of them, and pointed to an empty seat against the wall: "That's it. What would you two like to eat?"
"I heard your braised pork is your specialty?" Another man with a pointed chin sat down, casually tossing a shrunken little paper bag onto the table, and asked in an unfriendly tone.
"That's all for today's dish." Su Chen walked over and wiped the table. "Sixty-eight yuan a serving. How many servings would you two like?"
"Sixty-eight? Are you robbing me?" The man with the pointed chin glared, slapping the table.
"In this run-down place, you want 68 yuan for braised pork? Third brother..."
Before he could finish speaking, the man with the scratches next to him subtly kicked him.
"Sixty-eight it is, two servings, all-you-can-eat rice, right?" the man with the scratch marks asked, staring at Su Chen.
"You'll be well-fed. Please wait a moment." Su Chen didn't say anything more and turned to go into the kitchen.
The man with the scratches and the man with the pointed chin exchanged a glance, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes.
"Third Brother told us to mess this place up." The man with the pointed chin lowered his voice, his hand reaching for the small paper bag in his arms, his eyes glancing in the direction Su Chen had disappeared.
"As soon as the meat arrives, I'll shove that thing in and overturn their stall."
"What's the rush?" The man with the scratches sniffed, looking suspiciously at Lu Feng's table next to him. "This smells a little too good to be true."
The pointed chin also sniffled.
The rich aroma of meat was constantly tantalizing their stomachs.
These two were gangsters who usually did manual labor. It was lunchtime, and the aroma wafted into their nostrils, causing their stomachs to rumble loudly.
"The little money Third Brother gave us, we'd have to work ourselves to the bone for it." The man with the scratches swallowed hard, staring at the glistening piece of meat in Lu Feng's bowl, and muttered under his breath.
"Since I've already paid 68, I might as well eat it."
"It's not too late to start working after we've eaten our fill."
"Alright, whatever you say. I saw that little wench eating so happily, she probably really has something in her mouth." The man with the pointed chin licked his lips and fell silent.
A moment later, Su Chen came out carrying two blue-and-white porcelain bowls filled to the brim and placed them steadily in front of the two of them.
"Please enjoy your meal, both of you."
The man with the scratches didn't even look at Su Chen; his eyes were fixed on the bowl of meat.
Coated in a thick, gelatinous sauce, the skin of the pork belly trembled and swayed, reflecting the warm yellow light.
The man with the scratches picked up his chopsticks, tentatively picked up a piece, and put it in his mouth.
"hiss--"
He was so hot he kept gasping for breath, but he couldn't bear to spit it out.
The pork skin melted into a sticky gel at the slightest touch of his tongue, followed by an explosion of the savory flavor of the lean meat, combined with a slightly charred sweetness that directly assaulted his senses.
"Holy crap..." The man with the scratches stared wide-eyed at the pointed chin opposite him. "This flesh... is incredible!"
The man with the pointed chin didn't bother to answer at this point. He was holding a large bowl and frantically shoveling rice into his mouth, making muffled "woo-woo" sounds as he chewed. There was no trace of ferocity in his eyes.
The two of them ate like starving ghosts being reincarnated.
They ate that bowl of braised pork clean.
The man with the scratches put down his chopsticks and let out a long, satisfied burp.
He leaned back in his chair and suddenly thought he could just pack up and leave, and come back often in the future.
But he felt the small matchbox containing dead flies in his pocket.
"Work?" The man with the pointed chin leaned closer and asked in a low voice, his hand already reaching for the paper bag on the table.
A complex look flashed across the man with the scratches' eyes, which then turned cold.
He glanced at Su Chen, who was refilling Lu Feng's tea not far away, and then at the indistinct figure in the kitchen.
"If you take someone's money, you have to do their bidding." The man with the scratches sneered.
The woman with the pointed chin nodded.
He discreetly pulled a fly from the small paper bag and, taking advantage of the fact that no one around him was paying attention, quickly pressed it into the remaining bits of meat scraps, then pressed it down with a spoon.
Then, the man with the scratches suddenly stood up and slammed his right hand heavily on the table!
"Bang!"
The loud noise startled all the diners in the restaurant, causing them to turn their heads.
Xiao Xue shrank back in fright, while Lu Feng frowned, put down his chopsticks, and his eyes were filled with coldness.
"Boss! You fucking come out here!" The man with the scratches pointed at the meat in the bowl and yelled at the top of his lungs.