The father and son inside and outside the counter exchanged a glance, then turned their heads away, staring at the guest who didn’t even glance at them, rattling off dish nas like reciting a list, with a few black lines simultaneously appearing on their foreheads.
The son, whose thoughts were interrupted, hesitated for a mont, stepped forward and greeted this seemingly impulsive guest, quickly squeezing out a sunny business smile: "Sorry, dear custor, it’s already very late right now... we’ve just closed..."
"What did you say?"
Gu Mo’s expression froze instantly while reciting dish nas, and his voice seed to surge up by at least ten decibels in an instant.
The highs and lows of life are no less than this; at this mont, his feelings were incredibly difficult to accept, just like after tirelessly grinding for days in a ga, finally seeing a tool emit dazzling golden light, only for the effects to fade away revealing it’s actually ordinary quality trash.
— Isn’t this deceiving feelings!!
"C-calm down, sir..."
The boy nad Yukihira seed a bit intimidated by Gu Mo’s montum; he subconsciously took a step back, raised his hands defensively in front of him, cold sweat appearing on his forehead, and his smile turned particularly strained. He constantly felt like this guest ca not to eat but to devour him.
"..."
"..."
After a brief silence, Gu Mo took a deep breath, circled the store’s environnt, and indeed saw that it was as said by the person across — obviously closed and ready for the night.
Tables and chairs were already arranged, just waiting for the final cleaning work to be completed before the lights and door can be shut.
Arriving a step late was an unavoidable matter.
He sighed, his face showing undisguised disappointnt, waved his hand: "Sorry for bothering..." Despite the intense disappointnt, the hunger combined with the peculiar aroma never experienced before almost made it hard for him to suppress himself, but ultimately, he couldn’t act unreasonably.
Turning around, he walked toward the door, determined to imdiately find a place to sit down and eat heartily.
Or just look nearby; they say people go where people gather, goods where goods cluster, so if all are opening stores around here, the quality should be fairly matched?
"Hold on, Yukihira..." The man behind the counter originally was just watching, not saying anything, suddenly spoke now, "Since it’s a custor, how can we push away... It’s just at this hour, we’ve basically exhausted ingredients; we can only offer a few dishes, how about this?"
Those last few words were directed at Gu Mo, who had stopped in his tracks.
"But... fine."
The boy nad Yukihira seed like he wanted to say sothing, but seeing his dad had already expressed, he didn’t continue. Normally nobody wants to work overti because work is just work, not a cherished hobby.
But he’s different; this is his passion and interest, furthermore a life goal he’s determined to pursue, so... at present, extending business hours a little doesn’t bother him.
"Of course, no problem, I have only one request, that is as soon as possible!" Gu Mo nodded repeatedly, although it slightly deviated from his initial thought, but this mont couldn’t demand too much — he just purely desired to enjoy a al properly.
"Okay, okay..." The man nodded repeatedly, with a light, cheerful smile on his face.
At first, he thought sobody ca at night to challenge, deliberately causing trouble, which wasn’t impossible, because a real estate developer called "URBAN LIFE" recently seed intent on developing this area, claiming to create a garden-style high-level residential community, initiated a land acquisition plan targeting town citizens.
Many nearby shops couldn’t resist temptation and sold their land, and those not yielding to lucrative offers faced threats, business obstruction using various underhanded ways — if you don’t drink the toast, you’ll drink the penalty, forced land acquisition.
Recently, URBAN LIFE people persistently disrupted during business hours, iterating the sa set, but since the father and son never planned to close the restaurant, they hadn’t succeeded, so presumably, next will be the despicable thod switch.
But now it looks like this is a simple diner, just hungry panicked, coincidentally running into closed doors, and not deliberately causing trouble...
This is quite delightful; pure chefs often enjoy these straightforward diners.
Hence, late night Yukihira Restaurant started bustling again, incompletely extinguished stoves reigniting flas. Father and son deftly dividing tasks, quickly stir-frying dishes, using scarce ingredients to prepare the best available dishes for the last guest.
Waves of enticing aroma wafting out.
Such fragrance!
Truly fragrant!
Sitting at the center table facing the counter, Gu Mo waited patiently while feeling incredibly impatient — he found it hard to articulate the mixture of slls, each interwoven yet distinctly separating, seemingly rely by scent, he already imagined their tastes.
Either tender and refreshing, spicy and flavorful, sweet and soft, colors and aromas seemingly forming a seamless whole, intensely morable.
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