Chapter 1425 - 1425: Trading a Bowl for Noodles

Three bowls of noodles, thirty yuan...

The little mustache's expression of entitlement, coupled with his confident tone, left Yao Qianxue somewhat uncertain at the moment.

She glanced at the two bowls of noodles on the table, frowned, and said, "Boss, are your eyes okay?"

She asked this aloud, but it was hard to keep her thoughts from grumbling inwardly.

With your cooking skills, we couldn't even finish two bowls, let alone three?

Isn't this a joke.

However, the little mustache immediately wouldn't have it, glaring with annoyance, he said, "What's the matter, you guys seem wealthy, yet you want to evade paying for the third bowl of noodles?

I'm telling you, my shop may be small, but no one dares to dine and dash here!"

Yao Qianxue couldn't help but retort angrily, "With your cooking, we haven't even finished one bowl of noodles, where did the third bowl come from?"

The little mustache didn't engage in a conversation; he walked straight into the street and yelled, "Everyone come and see, someone's trying to dine and dash!"

"Explain yourself clearly, who's dining and dashing?" Yao Qianxue suddenly stood up, her tone filled with anger.

In contrast, sitting opposite her was Xiao Feng, whose expression remained calm, as if he had anticipated this outcome.

In fact, Xiao Feng certainly couldn't foresee events like this.

But understanding the little mustache's thought process wasn't difficult.

From the little mustache's perspective, having spent an entire day, he might've had only a few customers eating noodles.

Moreover, once someone visited, they were unlikely to return for a second time.

Having managed to catch two patrons today, naturally he'd try to gain a bit more from them.

Most people, facing such situations, would choose to accept their bad luck.

After all, it wasn't much money; arguing over ten or eight yuan wasn't worth it.

At this moment, many people gathered by the roadside to watch, mainly older sisters dressed in stockings and wearing heavy makeup.

Most stood with their arms crossed, in a posture of enjoying the spectacle.

"Folks, judge for yourselves, clearly eating three bowls, and ended up paying for only two; isn't this bullying in broad daylight?" The little mustache shouted aloud.

Yao Qianxue angrily said: "Clearly it was only two bowls, anyone who doesn't believe can taste it, who would finish one bowl and still want another with this flavor?"

Xiao Feng's smile became amused, suddenly it reminded him of a scene in a movie, only in the film it was jelly, whereas in reality, it was noodles.

Looking at the little mustache and Yao Qianxue, both stuck to their own reasoning, arguing more intensely, neither willing to concede.

After persistently stalemating, Yao Qianxue pulled out her phone and said, "If this doesn't work, let's call the police and resolve it that way!"

The little mustache's eyes clearly flustered, his gaze turning to Xiao Feng, who hadn't spoken.

He took two steps toward Xiao Feng, aggressively saying, "You tell me yourself, how many bowls of noodles did you eat?"

"Five bowls." Xiao Feng stretched out a hand displaying five fingers.

The little mustache froze, the rhythm was instantly disrupted.

Yao Qianxue looked at Xiao Feng in disbelief, not understanding why he was lying with open eyes.

However, though she couldn't figure it out, she was certain Xiao Feng had a way to deal with the little mustache, so she didn't speak further.

A moment later, the little mustache, red-faced and agitated, said, "How could it be five bowls? I remember very well, it was just three bowls, no mistake!"

Sticking to the claim of three bowls wasn't due to any kind heart from the little mustache, or any principle of "only scamming one bowl worth of money."

It was out of worry that, once following Xiao Feng's claim of five bowls, he would fall into an unknown ploy.

So, weighing the options, he decided to follow his original plan.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Feng insisted: "I ate five bowls of noodles."

"How could there be five bowls of noodles, I make the noodles, wouldn't I know?"

"Last night, your wife made me two bowls."

As these words fell, the crowd burst into a collective laugh.

Especially the heavily made-up older sisters, each joined in starting to jeer.

"I say, don't just focus on making money, and neglect the lady at home."

"The wife's cooking skill should be better than yours, huh?"

"When are you taking us over to enjoy a bowl of the wife's heartwarming noodles together?"

The little mustache's face grew visibly awkward, angrily saying to Xiao Feng, "You brat stop talking nonsense here, I've been running this shop for five years now, it's a well-known establishment.

It's however many bowls it is, you pay me for the three bowls and then leave."

Xiao Feng grabbed the wallet from Yao Qianxue's hand, took out twenty yuan, slapped it on the table.

The little mustache picked it up, put it into his pocket, and reached out, demanding, "The money's not enough, it's still short of one bowl."

"The money for the third bowl, I used the bowl to trade for it." Xiao Feng said confidently.

"Trade the bowl?" The little mustache in astonishment said, "Then you haven't paid for the bowls for these two bowls of noodles."

"I didn't eat the bowl; why should I pay for the bowl?"

"This bowl originally belongs to me!"

"Exactly!" Xiao Feng nodded, pushing the bowl towards the little mustache, "Isn't this bowl still yours right now?"

Little Mustache: "???"

Truth be told, he was somewhat bewildered now.

There's definitely a problem, but where exactly the problem lies, he couldn't pinpoint for the moment!

Xiao Feng stood and asked, "Any other issues?"

"There's an issue!" The little mustache quickly said, "This bowl belongs to me, why would you trade my noodles with my own bowl?"

"The bowl is still yours, no problem, didn't I just say that?" Xiao Feng, in an inexplicable tone, said.

Meanwhile, many from the surrounding crowd had become aware.

In an instant, uproarious laughter erupted like thunder.

Many people laughed so hard they couldn't catch their breath, repeatedly slapping their thighs, and squeezing out a few drops of tears.

The little mustache watched Xiao Feng and Yao Qianxue board their car with a face that looked indescribably dreadful.

Since opening this shop, this was the first time he had encountered such a situation.

...

On the car, Yao Qianxue couldn't help but laugh and asked, "How did you come up with trading noodles with a bowl?"

"Of course, by using my brain to come up with it." Xiao Feng pulled out a stack of mixed bills from his pocket and placed it in the side armrest box.

Yao Qianxue was stunned, "This money?"

"It's that little mustache's."

"When did you get it?" Yao Qianxue asked incredulously.

Xiao Feng calmly said, "When I stood up just now."

However, more than Xiao Feng's stealthiness in pocketing the little mustache's money, Yao Qianxue was even more astounded by Xiao Feng's logic that confused the little mustache with "trading noodles for a bowl."

Without using forceful means, merely relying on words to confuse someone thoroughly.

This skill, Yao Qianxue admitted to herself that she could absolutely never manage!

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but glance at Xiao Feng beside her, with eyes full of admiration.

In Yao Qianxue's view, the man sitting beside her was like a treasure trove that seemed inexhaustible, always yielding something with each uncovering.

Truth be told, this kind of feeling could easily cause someone to become infatuated.