There was no other way, so Liv and I had to land in front of a small noodle shop. This noodle shop was really small, less than 50 square meters, with only a table in front and seven seats, and that was it.
I took off my armor, walked in, and then sat down and shouted, "Boss, give me a bowl of fried pork liver noodles, with more oil!"
The boss was the only one in the shop making noodles and collecting money. When he heard my request, his smile widened and he said, "Master Chief! It seems you know a lot. Why did you make such a request?"
I said confidently, "When I passed by your noodle shop just now, I smelled that special strong spice smell. It's mainly because Lucia always put all kinds of seasonings in a mess. I can now tell this smell is not the smell of spices at all, because there are no spices or messy seasonings on the counter in your store. But if the spices and other things are hidden, it is impossible to emit such a strong aroma. So it's only the oil in the frying pan. Although the store is small, it is well decorated, which shows that you, the store manager, are rich, but you don't want to expand because you are very busy. The reason you don't want to hire people is that you don't want to pass on this special recipe to others. This oil is too greasy, so if you eat such greasy food at night, your body will have problems. That's why this store is less crowded at night, but I like to eat something stronger, so hurry up."
The boss was shocked by my speculation: "It is indeed as the chief said, but I don't want to pass it on to others. The main reason is that this oil produces special vapors during the production process. The human body actively absorbs this vapor. Without wearing special protective clothing, the oil may flow throughout the bloodstream in a few days. It is too troublesome and there are many risks. Therefore, I don't plan to hire anyone. Although the more oil you put in, the more fragrant it is, you can't eat too much of this oil. It can be life-threatening. So I will open the business for another ten years and then stop using this oil in the catering industry."
As he spoke, the boss took out a spoonful of rich red sesame oil from a large frying pan. My mouth started watering at the smell.
Liv sat in her seat and kept comforting Lucia: "Commander, I just think Lucia put a little too much seasoning, I don't think it tastes bad, don't be sad."
This seems to be the first time I have pointed out Lucia's cooking shortcomings. Although I really don't want to, I also hope that Lucia can learn from her mistakes.
Soon three bowls of noodles were served. Looking at the red oil bubbles floating in them, my stomach was constantly stimulated. Then I scooped up the soup with a spoon and took a sip. The fresh aroma of sesame oil combined with the taste of pig liver rushed straight to my forehead, and it was very hot, so I could only blow it off mouthful by mouthful.
Liv slowly ate the noodles with chopsticks, her whole face was red from the heat. The noodles with oil were sucked into Liv's mouth very smoothly. Liv was conquered by the taste as soon as she put them in her mouth, and began to suck the noodles continuously.
Lucia was afraid of getting her new clothes dirty, but soon she started eating the soup, puffing up her cheeks and showing a very happy expression: "It's delicious, boss, can I have another bowl?"
The boss scooped some oil from the pot and said, "No! My rule here is that no matter if you're a construct or a human, you can only eat one bowl every two days. I'm so sorry!"
Lucia felt a little regretful for a moment. I slowly drank the soup and finished the noodles, then put the big bowl on the table: "It's delicious. Thank you very much for the hospitality, boss."
I wiped my mouth with a tissue, then touched Lucia's fair face with my hand: "Okay! Okay! Let's eat together again in two days."
The boss watched our actions, then pulled me aside and asked, "I heard you have some special relationship with these constructs. Is that true?"
I answered with certainty: "It must be true. How could it be false?"
The boss pulled out a bottle from his pocket, which contained the scented oil. He leaned over and whispered in my ear, "This oil cools down and won't be absorbed by the human body or structure, so it can be applied to the body. You know, my wife and I do this all the time. The special aroma makes people more excited. And this oil disappears with a wet wipe and won't be absorbed by clothes. It's very convenient."
I looked at the boss's smug smile, took the bottle and said with a sly grin, "Boss, you said it's not for the catering industry, so this is how you plan to sell it in the future!"
The boss and I got along like friends, leaned on each other's shoulders, and then said goodbye.
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