104: Please, you dead mouth, chew faster!

As time slowly passed, the job seekers gathered downstairs changed batch after batch.

Meanwhile, Lu Chuan still hadn't sold a single bowl of super spicy fatty intestine noodles, and even the old man was starting to get anxious.

"Hey, kid, what's wrong with you?"

Lu Chuan looked over in confusion.

"What is it, old man?"

The old man fanned himself, pointed at the back of a passerby who had just left, and said,

"It's rare to have a customer, why are you being so picky?"

Lu Chuan immediately looked embarrassed... Let's rewind to ten minutes ago.

Lu Yu, who had finished his morning interview work, tiredly massaged his shoulders and lower back.

He worked at a labor dispatch company, and his daily job was to interview employees at the Talent Market.

This job sounded good, but only those involved could truly understand how tough it was.

In just one morning, he had interviewed dozens of job seekers non-stop.

By the time lunch break approached, he was dizzy, parched, and his stomach had started to rumble in protest.

Because he represented the company's image, he couldn't eat overly greasy or strong-flavored food for breakfast, only light rice porridge with some pickled vegetables.

But that meager energy had long been depleted by the high-intensity mental work.

"I can't take it anymore, I need to go find something to eat."

Lu Yu saw off the last job seeker, then hurried out of the building and made his way to his usual Sichuan and Chongqing restaurant.

As a true Sichuan and Chongqing native, "the spicier, the better" was his motto.

As for the light breakfast, it was merely an unwilling compromise to life.

Lu Yu hurried past the dense breakfast stalls downstairs, looking at the increasingly bland breakfasts on display, a hint of regret flashing in his eyes.

"If only there were stalls selling dan dan noodles, sweet water noodles, red oil wontons, or fatty intestine noodles—these spicy, fragrant, and delicious foods."

But the thought was fleeting.

He then gave a self-deprecating smile.

"It's just a thought. How could a businessman go against the norm, ignore a sure-fire way to make money, and go sell these unsellable break—"

Lu Yu suddenly rubbed his eyes, momentarily wondering if he was seeing things.

But when he looked again at the "super spicy fatty intestine noodles" sign, he realized he hadn't seen wrong.

Lu Yu was instantly excited.

super spicy fatty intestine noodles were a delicious memory from his school days.

But ever since he came to Yinhua City for work, he had hardly ever encountered a stall selling "super spicy fatty intestine noodles," and even Sichuan and Chongqing restaurants rarely had it.

"I wonder if it's authentic?"

With his hometown delicacy before him, Lu Yu's feet moved faster than his brain, and he walked straight towards the stall.

However, when he reached the stall and saw that the vendor was a fair-skinned, delicate, and quiet young man, his heart sank.

At this age, what kind of delicious food could he make?

Although he was suspicious, the surge of hometown memories made Lu Yu decide to give it a try.

"Boss, one bowl, how much?"

Lu Chuan, who was scrolling through short videos, immediately perked up, looking up at Lu Yu while reaching to lift the lid of the iron bucket.

"There's a large portion, 26 yuan a bowl. There's also a small portion, 22 yuan a bowl."

Lu Yu's brows furrowed when he heard the price.

He remembered that fatty intestine noodles he ate as a child were only 8-12 yuan a bowl.

Perhaps prices had risen in recent years, and Yinhua City's economy was good, but at most, it should be 14-18 yuan a bowl.

How dared this young vendor set such a high price?

Did he think that since he was the only one selling spicy food here, it was a matter of rarity making it expensive?

Or was he taking advantage of Lu Yu's ignorance of market prices?

Lu Yu looked at the uniformly bland breakfasts around him, a hint of displeasure in his eyes.

Just then, a fragrant, spicy, and numbing aroma shot up his nostrils, making him involuntarily sneeze.

When he looked up again, he felt a sense of clarity throughout his body and mind, his brain becoming a few shades clearer.

"So authentic, such a powerful spiciness!"

Lu Yu no longer dared to judge a book by its cover, though he still thought it was expensive.

But paying for nostalgia was worth it!

"Boss, a large portion, one bowl!"

As he spoke, he was about to pull out his phone to scan and pay.

However, Lu Chuan's apologetic voice came over.

"I'm sorry, I forgot to ask just now. Are you a job seeker preparing for an interview?"

Lu Yu looked over in confusion.

"Hmm?"

He suspected he had misheard.

Lu Chuan repeated it helplessly.

"It's like this, due to certain undisclosed reasons, my fatty intestine noodles can only be sold to job seekers who are preparing for an interview."

This time, Lu Yu heard clearly, and his expression immediately became very interesting.

"You're not kidding, are you?"

The old man and the elder brother nearby noticed the situation, but feared being seen as stealing customers, so they didn't interject.

However, seeing the equally interesting expressions on their faces, one could imagine how lively their inner thoughts were.

Lu Chuan's toes started to burn rubber, ready to dig into the ground.

He hesitated for a moment, then bit the bullet and nodded.

When people reach a certain level of speechlessness, they really do laugh.

Lu Yu felt this way at that moment.

He twitched his mouth, revealing an absurd smile, then said nothing and simply turned to leave.

But Lu Chuan watched Lu Yu walk faster and faster, eventually almost running away, and knew in his heart that he was being regarded as mentally ill by the other party.

System! Look at the good you've done!

Lu Chuan couldn't help but roar in his mind.

Just then, the enthusiastic old man came over to add insult to injury... Lu Yu, who was jogging away, wiped the sweat from his forehead, then shook his head speechlessly.

"Where did that lunatic come from? Good thing I ran fast."

He slowly stopped, then turned and walked into an old-looking Sichuan and Chongqing restaurant by the roadside, smiling at the familiar owner:

"Old Li, one Mapo Dou—"

But halfway through his sentence, his peripheral vision caught the menu on the wall, and he somehow changed his order.

"Do you have super spicy fatty intestine noodles here?"

The owner, surnamed Li, was stunned. He first shook his head, but seeing Lu Yu's disappointed expression, he couldn't help but say,

"We don't have super spicy fatty intestine noodles, but we have dry-pot fatty intestines. If you don't mind, I can add some broth and a portion of noodles to it?"

Lu Yu thought for a moment, then nodded in agreement.

"Hmm, alright, I'll have one."

"Alright, please wait."

About ten minutes later, a steaming bowl of "super spicy fatty intestine noodles" was served.

Lu Yu was initially very excited, but upon seeing the burnt chili flakes floating in the clear, water-like broth, his appetite completely vanished.

However, this was, after all, specially cooked for him by the owner, and the owner was still watching him, so he could only continue to eat.

As he stirred with his chopsticks, a piece of fatty intestine with unevenly caramelized sugar floated to the surface of the broth, making Lu Yu feel even more disgusted.

"Oh well, fatty intestines all taste the same. Maybe the texture will be alright?"

Comforting himself in this way, Lu Yu steeled himself and first took a sip of the bland, unspicy clear broth, then picked up a piece of fatty intestine and bit into it.

"..."

It was fishy and bitter, with an indescribable strange taste.

Under the owner's expectant gaze, Lu Yu's eyes welled up with tears as he continuously chewed the fatty intestine in his mouth, wishing he could chew it up and swallow it in the next second to avoid further suffering.

Please, mouth, chew faster!