tkworld Chapter 25 I never use the word "God"
Chapter 25 I never use the word "God"
Lin Muyuan pulled out a few tissues and wiped the remaining oil stains off his fingers.
Looking at the empty plate in front of him, and then at the somewhat messy table, he chuckled self-deprecatingly. This experience of being completely dominated by food, even to the point of losing control, was something he hadn't felt in a long time, reminding him of the times he and his brother would fight over food when they were kids.
I miss it so much!
He stood up and respectfully said to Chen Feng, who was busy behind the counter, "Boss, your skills are impeccable. These steamed buns are absolutely amazing."
Chen Feng looked up, smiled calmly, and replied, "Whatever you like."
Lin Muyuan then turned to look at Mengmeng, who was sitting on a high chair, swinging her short legs. The little girl was counting on her fingers, and her pink bunny apron made her look like a little fairy who had descended to earth. Lin Muyuan couldn't help but tease her, "Little Director, Uncle's leaving now. I'll come back to buy you steamed buns next time."
Mengmeng looked up, her eyes crinkling into crescent moons, and waved in her childish voice, "Goodbye, Uncle! Come earlier next time!"
Zhang Qiang laughed heartily as he escorted Lin Muyuan to the door, not forgetting to boast, "Handsome, bring your friends next time. Our 'Human Fireworks' place is absolutely top-notch!"
Lin Muyuan pushed open the door, stood on the bluestone road in front of the shop, and glanced back at the wooden signboard with the four characters "Human Fireworks" written on it.
The feeling of wonder in his heart hadn't subsided. He'd been in this industry for a long time and had seen too many shops that wanted to cram every good thing into their customers just to boost sales.
This store is different.
Each person is limited to one serving per day. In Lin Muyuan's view, this is like a kind of pride in craftsmanship, as well as an attitude towards life.
It made him feel that this bun contained not only flavor, but also something about returning to one's true self that he, like many others in the "laid-back" class, had been searching for.
He took out his phone, found the right angle, and snapped a picture. He captured the signboard, bearing the marks of time.
In the photo, the wood grain of the signboard appears particularly deep under the sunlight, and the background vaguely shows the whimsical rabbit wall inside the store, creating a wonderful visual contrast.
Back in the car, Lin Muyuan didn't rush to start the engine. Instead, he leaned back in his seat, his fingertips flying across the phone screen.
Based on his past personality, these restaurant review posts are usually extremely brief. Even if he eats something that amazes him, he'll at most post a picture with a comment like "not bad" or "worth trying." This aloof style is his persona, and also a reflection of his self-proclaimed clear-headedness.
But today, he couldn't quite control his urge to express himself.
Looking at the photos he had just taken on his phone, his mind was filled with the rich, bursting meat juices, the sweet noodles, and Mengmeng's innocent shouts.
He thought, if such a good shop were to close down because no one knew about it in this remote old street, it would be a crime against good food.
He had to lend a hand, since he would definitely become a regular customer here in the future, and he didn't want to see the shop go out of business.
Thus, a lengthy essay, unlike anything Lin Muyuan had ever written in his restaurant-exploration career, was born.
The title consists of only one word, so simple it's outrageous, yet so arrogant it's almost unbelievable:
【god】
The content is written as follows:
"I was just wandering around randomly, but I stumbled upon a real miracle deep in the old street."
The shop's name is quite interesting: "Human Fireworks." The decor is strikingly contrasting, with walls covered in hand-painted rabbits, creating a cozy atmosphere that makes you want to sit there all day. Behind the cashier sits a cute young woman in a pink rabbit apron, so adorable it melts your heart; even paying becomes a pleasant experience.
But what impressed me most was the taste.
I've eaten countless steamed buns, renowned ones and those made with secret recipes. But today's "Little Rabbit Steamed Bun" completely shattered my preconceived notions about this type of traditional pastry. The sweetness and wheat aroma of the dough are top-notch, while the meat filling and broth inside are an explosion of flavor that instantly overwhelms your senses. I rarely use the word "ultimate," but today, I'd give it a perfect score.
Finally, this store has a very interesting and "tough" rule: each person is limited to one serving per day, while supplies last.
If you feel life is too fast, or your taste buds have become numb, go sit there. That's real, down-to-earth life.
The post was published at 11:00 AM.
Lin Muyuan's social media account usually has a high engagement rate, but it has never sparked such a tsunami of discussion in just a few minutes as it did today.
"Am I seeing things? Old Lin's account got hacked?"
"That word 'god' gave me a real shock. Young Master Lin usually wouldn't even use the word 'delicious,' but today he actually wrote such a long essay? How much did he pay him in 'gift fees'?"
"Hey upstairs, is this your first time following Lao Lin? Is this guy short of money? If he can take over GG, I'll eat my hands upside down. Look at the tone of his words, he's obviously ecstatic, even a bit like a personality cult."
"The hustle and bustle of everyday life? Over there in the old street? I know that area well. I passed by the other day and was wondering who was doing renovations there. Let's go, brothers, let's charge while it's still relatively quiet!"
"One serving per person...that's quite a unique rule. This is the first time Lao Lin has praised something so exaggeratedly, and I absolutely believe him. His previous 'not bad' comment amazed me for a long time, but with the word 'divine' this time, this store is going to be a hit!"
The fan group was in an uproar, especially the die-hard fans who knew Lin Muyuan's temperament well. They had already started searching for "Human Fireworks" on navigation apps. In their eyes, Lin Muyuan's reputation was like a golden signboard; even in this era full of promotions, his authenticity remained an unshakeable authority.
It was almost lunchtime, inside the "Human Fireworks" restaurant.
Chen Feng was tidying up the steamer, while Zhang Qiang was casually playing finger games with Mengmeng. After Lin Mu left, the shop returned to its quiet period, and it was very peaceful. Although the group had become indifferent about whether they could sell out all 100 servings, they still thought back to discussing whether anyone would come at noon.
"Whoosh—"
A series of rapid breathing sounds rang out.
It wasn't just one person who walked in, but three young men. They were all holding phones, the screens displaying the post Lin Muyuan had just published. The young man leading the group was quite energetic; he looked around as soon as he entered, and his eyes lit up instantly when he saw the rabbit wall and Mengmeng sitting on the high chair.
"Holy crap, it really is here! Even the rabbit poster is exactly the same!"
The boy shouted excitedly, strode to the counter, and looked at Chen Feng expectantly, "Boss, is this the 'Human Fireworks' restaurant that Lin Muyuan, oh no, Lin Dada recommended?"
Chen Feng was stunned for a moment. Before he could speak, Zhang Qiang stood up and curiously leaned over to take a look at the other person's phone screen.
"Wow, these photos are really great. Who recommended them?" Zhang Qiang asked.
"Lin Muyuan! Our local hardcore food blogger. He just posted a thread praising your place to the skies, saying these steamed buns are 'divine'!"
The boy impatiently pulled out his QR code scanner. "Boss, give us guys one each! We drove all the way from five blocks away just in case they're sold out!"
Looking at the photos on his phone screen, and then at the group of young people, their faces covered in sweat and their eyes burning with fervor, Chen Feng suddenly felt a strange sensation.
He originally planned to build up his reputation slowly through word of mouth, but he didn't expect that the blogger named Lin Muyuan would quietly promote him. He didn't know which diner Lin Muyuan was, and thought he would look it up later and thank him properly next time.
"Okay, please wait a moment, it takes a little time to steam now," Chen Feng replied calmly, but there was a hint of gratitude in his eyes.
"No rush! Slow and steady wins the race. We'll sit here and wait!" The young people were relieved to hear that there were still more rabbits. They excitedly found a spot where they could see the rabbit wall clearly and sat down, snapping a few photos of it.
Mengmeng tilted her head curiously, looking at the several older brothers who had suddenly appeared and were speaking excitedly. In her childish voice, she asked Chen Feng, "Daddy, do these older brothers and sisters also like bunny buns?"
Chen Feng patted Mengmeng's head and said softly, "Yes, they came to find us across the screen."
The arrival of these "online fans" completely shattered the midday silence of the old street.
Before the batch of buns was even ready, the doorbell rang again. A young couple walked in, followed by three female office workers walking in together…
Their first words upon entering the store were almost strikingly similar:
"Excuse me, is this the shop Lin Muyuan mentioned?"
Zhang Qiang, oblivious to his exhaustion, watched the endless stream of unfamiliar faces pouring in through the door, his mind on the verge of bursting with excitement. He efficiently handed out number tags while shouting towards the kitchen:
"Fengzi! It's Lin Muyuan again. We might just reach our goal of one hundred copies today. We really need to thank him next time!"
It was only 11:30 a.m., and the lunch rush that Chen Feng had booked hadn't even officially started yet. But the diners who had come for that one word, "god," were reigniting the little shop called "Human Fireworks" with an unstoppable momentum.
Standing in the steamy kitchen, Chen Feng listened to the questions and exclamations outside and silently quickened his pace.