Food Stall: Customers Chase Me across the Country-Chapter 260 - 261: Boss, Relax—No Breakups, Only Till Death!

Chapter 260: Chapter 261: Boss, Relax—No Breakups, Only Till Death!

"Professor Ai’s appetite has always been that small?"

Wang Fan was confident.

Having spent many days running his food stall, he learned one thing—no one can control their appetite in the presence of his delicious food!

Although Professor Ai was slender, he was still an adult male. Being full with just five thumb-sized pan-fried buns was completely illogical.

Five for breakfast could be acceptable, but five for dinner as well? Wouldn’t he wake up starving in the middle of the night?

Zhuo Qianqian thought for a moment and said, "I’m not really sure, but he does seem to have lost some weight recently compared to before the holiday. Is there a problem?"

Wang Fan leaned into Zhuo Qianqian’s ear and whispered, "I suspect he has a health issue."

The gentle breath brushed over Zhuo Qianqian’s alabaster ear, like silky threads entwining around her ear, bringing a tickling sensation. Her face involuntarily blushed, like the most beautiful sunset.

Initially a bit shy, she was taken aback after hearing Wang Fan’s words, "Why do you say that?"

Wang Fan confidently replied, "No one can only eat five of my buns, so I think he must have a stomach issue. It’s not that he doesn’t want to eat more; he simply can’t."

What solidified Wang Fan’s conviction was not just this one point. On Earth, there was a professor with the same circumstances who passed away from stomach cancer, although he could never share this with others.

"Uh, this..."

Zhuo Qianqian wanted to say, "Boss, aren’t you a bit too confident?"

But upon second thought, this was her boss and boyfriend. Even the studious Jiang Chenchen in their dorm would take time from studying to binge-eat, and the self-disciplined Li Jing never mentioned calories, sugar, or oil mixtures in front of the boss’s food. Over and over again, others had validated what the boss said, so maybe there was only one conclusion?

"So, boss, do you mean to take Professor Ai for a check-up?"

Wang Fan scratched his head. At this point, he didn’t know what to do. He was just a chef, not a doctor. Could he forcibly drag someone over, check their pulse, and then tell them they’re sick?

If he did that, he’d probably be kicked out of the university in no time.

"Should I just tell him directly? Stomach issues seem to be treatable the earlier they are discovered."

Zhuo Qianqian often attended Professor Ai’s lectures, so naturally, she didn’t want anything to happen to him.

"You’re quite familiar with Professor Ai?"

Zhuo Qianqian nodded, "Very familiar. I often attend his lectures. Most importantly, my dad is a fan of his and has me live stream his lectures when he has time."

Uh...

Her future father-in-law quite likes to learn, huh?

"Oh! That’s right!"

Zhuo Qianqian suddenly exclaimed in delight, "I know what to do! Boss, prepare more buns for me tomorrow. I’ll go and find Professor Fu."

"Professor Fu?"

Zhuo Qianqian giggled, "Professor Fu is Professor Ai’s partner. I know her well too, so tomorrow I’ll bring the buns to visit her and mention this incident."

After discussing the matter, Wang Fan checked the time and said to Zhuo Qianqian, "Let me walk you back to your dorm. It’s 10 o’clock; the dorm supervisors will likely make rounds soon, right?"

Zhuo Qianqian questioned with confusion, "What are dorm checks? Why would they do dorm checks?"

Wang Fan was equally puzzled, "Hmm? It’s when the time comes, teachers or the student union check the dorms, and they might cut off the internet and electricity. Aren’t all universities like this?"

Zhuo Qianqian was astonished, "No way, cutting off the internet and electricity, and the student union checking the dorms? We have internet and electricity 24 hours a day here, and there’s no such thing as dorm checks. Many student union members are still studying in self-study rooms, who’s got the time for that?"

Wang Fan speechlessly looked up at the star-filled sky, reminiscing about the times he was tormented by dorm checks and internet cuts.

Do good universities really lack internet cuts, electricity cuts, and dorm checks?!

Are internet cuts, electricity cuts, and dorm checks not mandatory across all universities?!

"Alright then, come with me to the canteen. I’ll make you some snacks."

"Boss." "Hmm?"

"Carry me." "Hop on."

"Hehe, boss, you’re the best!" "And how are you going to show your appreciation?"

"Muah!"

The night breeze carried warmth, and the streetlights stretched their shadows long. At this moment, the world seemed to belong only to the two of them.

No, there were actually three people.

As soon as Wang Fan and Zhuo Qianqian left, Jiang Chenchen, Li Jing, and Zhang Ya emerged from behind a large bush in the distance.

"Ah, it wasn’t a wasted trip, after all. We did get to see a little R-rated scene."

Li Jing chuckled, "These two really are pure love warriors. They didn’t even kiss in such a secluded place. All our effort to keep watch was in vain."

Zhang Ya sighed, "It’s just that we were too far away. Aside from the last few words, we couldn’t hear what they were saying. Next time, we should be closer."

"Don’t be so gossipy. Let’s go, let’s go. We’ve fed the mosquitoes for long enough. They’ve already bitten me seven or eight times."

Li Jing pressed a ’cross’ mark into the mosquito bite on her arm, though it still felt itchy. Frustrated, she turned the cross into a ’field’ mark, listening to the continuous buzzing around her ears. She felt she couldn’t stay another second.

Jiang Chenchen and Zhang Ya, on the other hand, were not bitten. The greatest advantage of being next to Li Jing was that the mosquitoes only targeted Li Jing, not even slightly swaying their mouths to those around her.

"What do you think, will the little foodie return to the dorm tonight?"

"I bet one pack of spicy strips she definitely won’t return."

"I bet two packs of spicy strips she’ll come back. They didn’t even kiss."

...

Back at the canteen, Wang Fan washed his hands and took out a big mold from the fridge.

Opening the mold revealed a very bouncy, milky white, jelly-like substance.

As he pulled out a knife, Wang Fan said, "This is fried milk for you. Give some to your dorm mates and friends, eat them quickly, and if you want anything else, I’ll make it for you."

Zhuo Qianqian quietly sat aside, supporting her chin with her right hand, watching Wang Fan thoughtfully. Her slender, fair legs were together, making her appear both adorable and irresistibly eye-catching.

Wang Fan had already cut the frozen milk pudding into small strips. After coating them with his special batter, he dipped them in water and then coated them again. Once the oil was hot, he put the coated milk strips into the frying pan, releasing a strong milky aroma almost immediately.

Seeing Wang Fan busy, Zhuo Qianqian chuckled, "Boss, are you the legendary ’dad-type boyfriend’? Feels like you’re spoiling me like your daughter."

Wang Fan snorted, "If I don’t spoil my own girlfriend, am I just waiting for someone to steal her away?"

Zhuo Qianqian quickly held up three fingers, "Rest assured, boss. I, Zhuo Qianqian, will not break up; the only time that will happen is if I become a widow!"

Wang Fan was about to nod in satisfaction, but somehow felt something was off in her words. However, the meaning behind her words was spot-on...

Wang Fan felt his brain short-circuit from her words.