158: Good spirits - 1

Jiang Ye had never eaten inside this 'Authentic Lanzhou Lamian' restaurant before; he always ordered takeout.

The small shop wasn't big, but it was kept very clean. A middle-aged uncle wearing the characteristic white hat was sitting at a table near the kitchen, looking down at his phone.

Hmm... clean and hygienic. This uncle clearly looks like a genuine Lanzhou native. Northwest men are simple and honest, no wonder he's willing to add extra noodles for us.

He stepped into the shop, his gaze sweeping over the price list on the wall: a small bowl of lamian was 10 yuan, a large bowl 12, and extra meat was 6 yuan per serving.

Tsk... to think that I, Jiang, would have a day where I dared to add extra meat to my lamian without a second thought!

He found an empty table and sat down. Seeing that the uncle was still engrossed in his phone and hadn't noticed him, he reached out and tapped the table:

"Boss!"

The uncle jolted, looked up, and only then realized a customer had arrived: "Oh! You're here, my friend! What are you having today, my friend?"

Jiang Ye: "..."

He paused for two seconds, then subconsciously stood up, walked out of the shop, and looked up to carefully confirm the signboard again.

That's right!

It's 'Lanzhou Lamian'! It's not 'Siji Shenmian'!

Where did this Northeastern boss come from?

Forget it, forget it, a Northeastern man is fine too!

The kindness of adding extra noodles knows no regional boundaries!

Jiang Ye re-entered the shop, a wry smile on his face: "One large bowl of lamian, with 20 yuan worth of extra meat! And another plate of braised beef!"

"Alright, my friend! Sit down and wait a moment, it'll be ready soon!"

The uncle responded cheerfully, got up, and nimbly went into the back kitchen to get busy.

While waiting for his noodles, Jiang Ye put on his headphones, opened TikTok, and skillfully entered the 'Wen Yus Girlfriend' voice chat room.

These past few days, Su Ning had spent hundreds of yuan on takeout milk tea and snacks to 'support' him; he couldn't let the Girl lose money.

After more than a week, the room had changed quite a bit.

There were several unfamiliar avatars on the mic, probably new recruits pushed by the guild after seeing the revenue increase.

Even though it was a weekday morning, there were still over 30 online viewers, and the popularity had significantly increased.

As soon as the level 42 'Brother Ye' entered the room, the entire chat room instantly erupted.

Zhi Xia, Minnie, and the newcomers Nana and Qing He, immediately went into 'business mode,' giving him a grand reception.

Although Nana and Qing He had only been there for a few days and hadn't personally witnessed this big brother's generosity, they had heard plenty about 'Brother Ye's' extravagant deeds from their sisters in the host group, so they were all eager to perform well.

And Sister Yao Yao's voice instantly pierced through his headphones, that sticky, tender affection making Jiang Ye shiver.

"Brother~! You're here! Did you miss me? Your baby misses you so much~ Mua~"

He grinned and typed on the public screen: [Eating, I'll be listening quietly for a bit, don't mind me.]

After sending it, he put his phone aside, ready to focus on the 'luxury lamian' that was about to arrive.

Qing He, the newcomer, saw the bullet comment, hesitated, and then tentatively suggested: "Sister Yao Yao, Brother Ye is here, should we play a game or have a PK to liven things up?"

As soon as she said this, Sister Yao Yao, Zhi Xia, and Minnie all rolled their eyes inwardly.

Sister Yao Yao quickly interrupted: "No need, no need~! My brother said he's listening quietly, we'll just chat amongst ourselves."

At the same time, her fingers flew across the WeChat group, typing:

Yao Yao: [You don't need to help me pull Brother Ye's votes. As long as he's here, he'll definitely vote. Don't deliberately try to get his attention. If he's happy and tips you, just accept it, no pressure.]

Seeing her say that, Nana and Qing He also understood that this big brother was a 'self-propelled cannon' type of player who didn't need guidance, so they stopped talking much and continued their previous conversation.

Just then, the kitchen curtain was pulled back, and the uncle came out carrying a tray.

In the large bowl was steaming lamian, covered with a thick layer of beef, almost hiding the noodles. Beside it was a small plate of neatly sliced braised beef.

"My friend, your super luxurious lamian is ready! Enjoy!"

"Thanks, Boss."

Jiang Ye picked up his chopsticks, first grabbed a few slices of beef and put them in his mouth, then took a big mouthful of noodles, his eyes narrowing in satisfaction.

The feeling of beef freedom was truly awesome!

Seeing the boss return to his seat to scroll on his phone, he took off one earbud and initiated a conversation:

"By the way, Boss, a quick question: does your shop accept group meal orders?"

The boss looked up, a little confused: "Group meal? What kind of group meal?"

Jiang Ye pointed his chopsticks at the bowl of noodles piled high with beef in front of him: "Like this standard, 50 bowls, can you take it?"

The boss paused, sizing him up: "My friend, this is a super luxurious version. One bowl of noodles with 20 yuan worth of extra meat, plus a plate of braised beef, that's 58 yuan."

"Yes, I know."

Jiang Ye nodded, his tone casual: "Calculated at 60 yuan per bowl, 50 bowls would be 3000, right?"

The boss scratched his head, even more puzzled.

This young man looks quite spirited, not like a fool, right?

Who orders lamian for a group meal? Wouldn't it all get mushy?

And why isn't he bargaining, but actively calculating a higher price?

He hesitated and nodded: "I can take it... it's just that..."

"Dad! We're starving! Hurry up and make us something to eat!"

Before the boss could finish, the thick cotton curtain at the shop entrance was pushed open with a 'whoosh,' and three young people, two Girls and one boy, squeezed in with their necks tucked.

Jiang Ye subconsciously looked back, slightly startled.

These three had quite an impactful style.

The boy was wearing tight jeans and a printed cotton jacket, with several striking yellow streaks dyed in his hair. His walking posture was a bit cocky, giving the impression he often got into fights.

Of the two Girls, one had pink hair and was wearing a cartoon cotton jacket; the other had long brown hair and was wearing a shiny, bright puffer jacket.

What made Jiang Ye pause was the brown-haired Girl.

Although her makeup was a bit hard to judge, he could tell she had very good features. Her face was the small, delicate loli type, with big eyes, a small mouth, and very fair skin.

More importantly, this Girl's figure... well, her chest was quite substantial. He estimated it could rival Ye Cheng's, at least a C-cup, possibly even a D.

It was worth noting that Ye Cheng was 168cm tall and had a well-proportioned figure, so that size was considered normal for her.

However, the Girl in front of him was at most just over 160cm. To possess such 'ample bosom' at that height made her seem particularly 'exceptionally gifted.'

As soon as this spirited group entered, their eyes were immediately drawn to the 'meat mountain noodles' in front of Jiang Ye.

The pink-haired Girl stared at the braised beef, unconsciously swallowing.

The yellow-haired young man's Adam's apple also bobbed. He turned to the boss: "Uncle, we're starving, can you quickly make us three bowls of noodles? The usual, we'll settle the bill next time!"

The boss didn't even lift his butt, remaining seated, and slowly said: "Settle the two hundred-plus yuan you owe first, then we'll talk."

The young man was choked up. He turned to the brown-haired Girl: "Feiyue, look at your dad..."

The brown-haired Girl awkwardly scratched her head: "Dad! Am I your biological daughter or not? Do I have to pay when I bring friends to eat at my own house?"

"Tian Lijuan, don't give me that!"

The boss snorted, his tone firm: "Tell these two to get out immediately! Whatever you want to eat, Dad will make it for you. Otherwise, no deal!"

The brown-haired Girl instantly got angry, her voice rising: "Dad! How many times have I told you! My name is Tian Feiyue! Tian! Fei! Yue!"

"Oh..."

The boss nodded expressionlessly: "So, are you hungry or not? What's your name, really?"

Tian Li-Feiyue-Juan's expression stiffened, her momentum instantly halved. She pouted, muttering reluctantly: "...Tian Lijuan."