The Miracle of Food

A sign that read 'Founding Noodle Shop' hung above the entrance to a store. A fragrant aroma wafted from that entrance, filling Tang Wulin's nose and making his fingers twitch.

"Boss!" Xu Lizhi shouted.

A stout, middle-aged man with a rugged appearance walked out of the store. He had a stern look on his face, which was accented by his short hair and bronze complexion, and wore black pants and a black button-down gown. He carried himself like a royalty, as if daring anyone courageous enough to talk back to him. Yet, as soon as he saw Xu Lizhi, his expression softened and a smile formed on his lips.

"Ah, Little Fatty, you've returned!" he exclaimed.

"Yep! I'm back to eat some of your delicious noodles again, and this time I brought my friend, Tang Wulin. I really missed your wife's succulent noodles. I wanna order ten bowls for each of us! The extra big bowls!" By the time he finished speaking, Xu Lizhi was already drooling.