The ex-wife of a former CEO regrets resigning to raise her child and retire from public life.

Chapter 113 Chen Feng's Abnormal Behavior

"Uncle Liu, you left your bag with us."

Before Liu Cheng could speak, Chen Feng stepped forward and neatly handed the old blue cloth bag in his hand to Liu Cheng.

Liu Cheng looked at the cloth bag, then glanced at the half-portion of pork that Chen Feng was carrying on his shoulder. His mind went blank, and he was speechless for a long time.

He reached out his trembling hand, took the bag, and hugged it tightly to his chest, speaking haltingly.

"Mr. Chen... Mr. Chen, Xiao Su, this bag... this bag is indeed mine. I'm so sorry to have caused you trouble."

As Liu Cheng spoke, he secretly glanced at Chen Feng's face out of the corner of his eye. He noticed that Chen Feng's cold face showed no anger or blame, remaining calm as always.

But the more this happened, the more uneasy Liu Cheng felt.

"Uncle Liu, the goods have been delivered, but we have something else we'd like to discuss with you."

Chen Feng glanced at the dark shop inside, and without waiting for Liu Cheng's reply, he carried the half-slice of meat on his shoulder with one hand and stepped steadily across the threshold of Lao Liu's noodle shop.

"Hey... Boss Chen, this... in the middle of the day, it's a mess inside, there's not even a place to put your feet down..."

Liu Cheng panicked and tried to stop her, but Su Chen, who was holding a large box, nimbly slid under his arm and into the box.

"Uncle Liu, don't be so polite, my arm is about to break, let me put the box down quickly!" Su Chen shouted as he placed a whole box of dark soy sauce and rock sugar steadily on the counter with a "clatter".

Chen Feng also walked to the back, his shoulders twitching slightly, and the half-pig, weighing several dozen kilograms, landed solidly on the huge chopping board with a dull "thump".

Su Chen casually turned on the somewhat old electric fan in the shop, and it blew out a gust of stuffy wind, instantly dissipating much of the slightly sour flour smell in the air.

Liu Cheng stood somewhat awkwardly beside the workbench, clutching his old blue cloth bag.

He looked at the cutting board he usually used to roll out dough, which was now piled with someone else's meat and seasonings. His hands were digging hard at the cloth bag, and his fingernails were turning white.

"Boss Chen... what... what do you mean by bringing so much meat to my little shop?" Liu Cheng's voice trembled slightly.

Chen Feng pulled over a bench and sat down, raising his head to stare directly into Liu Cheng's face with his clear, cold eyes.

"Uncle Liu, Aunt Wang told me that you used to work in a flour factory, and your skills in pulling and rolling noodles are top-notch in this old street." Chen Feng's deep voice was particularly clear in the empty noodle shop.

Liu Cheng was taken aback, wondering why Chen Feng had suddenly brought this up.

He forced a slightly awkward smile and gave a self-deprecating laugh:

"I've been doing this for most of my life. I don't know how to make anything else, but I've been making noodles for over a decade. But now... now in this old street, who still wants to eat my coarse noodles..."

At this point, Liu Cheng glanced at the empty streets outside, a hint of undisguised despair and grievance flashing in his eyes.

"I have a rule here: we only sell a limited number of main dishes each day. Once we've sold a hundred, we have to close up shop," Chen Feng said, pointing to the half-eaten pork on the cutting board.

"Many diners who travel from all over the city queue for hours, only to find they can't even get a sip of soup."

Our shop is small, and the rice steamer can't handle so many customers.

Chen Feng leaned forward slightly, his eyes fixed intently on Liu Cheng.

"So, I've decided to change the battlefield. Starting this afternoon, I'll teach you how to make braised pork. You'll be the one making the meat, and I'll provide the meat."

If any customers want to eat braised pork in the future, I'll direct them to your restaurant.

You make braised pork noodles, and I'll bring over the prepared ingredients and sauce every day.

"How can this be allowed?!"

Upon hearing this, Liu Cheng exclaimed in surprise.

He looked at Chen Feng in disbelief.

Having worked in the restaurant industry for so long, he knew all too well what "recipe" and "technique" meant.

That was the restaurant's core essence, the reason why Chen Feng became an overnight sensation on this street.

But now, this Mr. Chen is actually saying that he will hand over this "secret" to making a fortune every day without reservation?

Moreover, this happened right after I had those filthy thoughts at noon.

A wave of shame, almost overwhelming him, surged into Liu Cheng's heart.

Looking at Chen Feng's calm face, he felt as wretched as a grain of sand buried in the soil in front of this young man.

"Boss Chen, this isn't appropriate...it really isn't appropriate." Liu Cheng hugged the blue cloth bag in his arms even tighter, shaking his head like a rattle drum.

"I'm going to your place for lunch... I just think your cooking is good, so I'm going to check it out."

My shabby shop is hardly qualified to take your business.

Your recipe is a money-making machine, and you've ruined it!

Su Chen sat on a bench to the side, looking at Chen Feng with some surprise.

In the few days he had been following Chen Feng, this was the first time he had ever seen Chen Feng speak to someone in such an uncompromising tone.

In the store, Chen Feng was always polite and gentle to everyone.

Chen Feng ignored Su Chen's strange look and tapped the table lightly with one hand, producing a very regular and dull thud.

"Uncle Liu, we have to give it a try today, no matter what!"

"Look, I've already brought the meat over, and the dark soy sauce and rock sugar are here too."

If this workbench isn't started this afternoon, all our ingredients will be wasted!

Chen Feng suddenly stood up, grabbed the clean woven bag from the cutting board, and completely exposed the half-section of red and white pork inside.

Before Uncle Liu could react, Chen Feng resolutely said, amidst Su Chen's stunned gaze:

"Uncle Liu, now go tie your apron. Time waits for no one, let's get started right away."

"If we're any later, we'll miss the evening rush hour!"