In Su Ji Restaurant, Feng Yifan was busy in the kitchen. Plates of shiny fried rice and bowls of noodles with various soup bases were served one after another.
Old diners and business owners who come to the old street for lunch start praising the fried rice and noodle soup before they even try them.
When Su Ji was bustling with activity, two men in designer suits stepped into the small restaurant.
After entering the room, one of the men, who was obviously a follower, looked around and whispered to the younger man in front of him, "Boss Su, it seems there is no room left."
The man did not answer, but searched for a while and finally walked to the table where Meng Shitong and the others were sitting.
"Excuse me, can we share a table here?"
Meng Shitong and others were still waiting for the noodles they ordered. Upon hearing this, they looked up at two men who were well-dressed and seemed out of place with the lunchtime atmosphere of the small restaurant.
Among them, Meng Shitong looked carefully and recognized the man who asked to share the table.
But before Meng Shitong could speak, the more talkative photographer said first: "Sit down, everyone here shares the table at noon."
The photographer said this because he had actually judged that the two men, dressed in suits and ties, would not be willing to sit down, and he even crossed his legs on purpose in front of them.
As a result, to the photographer's surprise, the man who asked the question just sat down.
The follower hesitated for a while before reluctantly sitting down next to the photographer.
After sitting down, the attendant couldn't help but whispered, "Boss Su, there's definitely nothing good to eat in a place like this. Why don't we go to Fujinglou? They've already prepared everything there."
The person who came was none other than Su Lanxin's son, Su Ruoxi's cousin, Su Liancheng.
After hearing what the secretary said, Su Liancheng smiled and said, "No need to bother with lunch, just eat something here."
Su Ruoxi also came over at this time. Although she felt that the two people were indeed a little too formal in their suits and ties, she still kindly reminded them: "You two, we only have fried rice and noodles for lunch, so..."
Sure enough, after hearing this, the secretary following Su Liancheng was a little unhappy: "Isn't this a restaurant? Why do you only have fried rice and noodles?"
Hearing the waiter speaking so rudely, everyone in the restaurant looked over, and every gentleman had an unfriendly look.
But before anyone could speak, Su Liancheng scolded them directly: "Shut up. If you don't want to eat, get in the car and wait. If you dare to talk nonsense again, don't follow me tomorrow."
After being scolded, the secretary didn't dare to say anything more and just sat aside submissively.
Su Liancheng smiled and said to Su Ruoxi: "I'm sorry, there's only fried rice and noodles for lunch, right?"
Seeing Su Ruoxi nodded, Su Liancheng asked, "Is it Yangzhou fried rice?"
Su Ruoxi nodded again. Su Liancheng looked around and looked at the fried rice in front of other people's tables. Then he said, "Then give me two servings of fried rice, one with gold and silver, and one with broken gold."
Su Ruoxi was a little surprised to hear Su Liancheng order fried rice like this, and Meng Shitong and others at the same table were also a little surprised.
As for the old diners in the small restaurant and other shop owners on the street, they all looked at Su Liancheng in surprise.
He Yaqian finally couldn't help asking, "What's gold wrapped in silver? What's broken gold? Didn't you order fried rice?"
Su Ruoxi came back to her senses at this time and explained to He Yaqian: "It's a kind of fried rice."
Old Zhang, who now comes here almost every day at noon and evening, took a few bites of the fried rice in front of him and said, "Hey, this is the Broken Gold Fried Rice."
Hearing this, He Yaqian and the others couldn't help but look over there. They wanted to get closer to take a look, but were a little embarrassed.
When ordering lunch before, Meng Shitong and others learned that there were only fried rice and noodles for lunch. They thought the fried rice was too homely, so they ordered "Yi Fu Noodles", which was said to be the predecessor of instant noodles, instead of Su Ji's fried rice.
What Meng Shitong and the others didn't expect was that there were so many details to the seemingly ordinary home-cooked fried rice.
Knowing that Meng Shitong and the others were here to take photos of Su Ji in order to promote Su Ji, seeing that they wanted to see it but were too embarrassed to approach, Old Zhang smiled and said, "If you want to see it, come and see it. Or you can order two to compare."
Old Zhang was carefully stirring the fried rice with a spoon, showing it to Meng Shitong and the others: "Did you see that? The eggs should be fried into flocs and mixed with the rice. This is called broken gold."
After taking a closer look, He Yaqian asked, "What about the gold-wrapped silver?"
Old Zhang smiled and said, "Gold wrapped in silver means that every grain of fried rice is wrapped in egg, the egg liquid is golden, and the rice is white, so it is gold wrapped in silver."
While Old Zhang was introducing them, Su Ruoxi looked at the two men in suits to confirm: "Two servings of fried rice? One with gold and silver, and one with broken gold, right?"
Just as Su Liancheng was about to nod, the door to the kitchen suddenly opened and Feng Yifan came out with a large tray carrying several bowls of hot noodles.
Feng Yifan happened to come to Su Liancheng's table, put a large tray on the table, and handed bowls of noodles to Meng Shitong and others.
"Three Fresh Yi Fu Noodles, Chicken Soup Yi Fu Noodles, and this one is Fish Head Soup, and our handsome photographer ordered the braised beef."
Su Liancheng was stunned when he heard Feng Yifan's announcement. Then he stood up excitedly and looked at the noodles in front of Meng Shitong and the others one bowl at a time, his expression gradually becoming a little excited.
After looking around, Su Liancheng turned around and asked Feng Yifan: "Is this Yifu noodles?"
When Feng Yifan brought out the noodles, he saw two new guests in suits sitting at Meng Shitong's table.
At this time, he looked at Su Liancheng carefully and immediately recognized him.
How could Feng Yifan, who had repented in his previous life and had been trying hard to fight against Su Lanxin Catering Group, not know Su Liancheng
However, after taking a closer look and seeing that his wife and father-in-law did not show any reaction, Feng Yifan concluded that Su Liancheng should not have revealed his identity.
You come here to test me on behalf of your mother
Do you want to see how good I am at cooking
Seeing that Feng Yifan didn't answer, Su Liancheng realized that he was a little excited. He adjusted his mood and asked again: "Boss, is this Yifu noodles?"
Feng Yifan remained calm and did not reveal the other party's identity. He nodded calmly: "Yes, it's Yifu Noodles."
Then, Su Liancheng said, "Okay, then I want another bowl of chicken soup Yifu noodles."
Su Ruoxi then helped to add: "They want a portion of gold wrapped in silver, a portion of broken gold, and the bowl of chicken soup Yifu noodles they just ordered."
After hearing the other party's order, Feng Yifan became more certain that the other party came to test his cooking skills on behalf of Su Lanxin.
Feng Yifan naturally didn't care about this kind of temptation. In his previous life, he was able to defeat you and your son in the end. In this life, he is even less afraid of you. Let you see what real craftsmanship is.
Feng Yifan smiled and said to Su Liancheng: "Okay, then you sit down first, I'll be right there."
Before turning to leave, Feng Yifan reminded Meng Shitong and others: "The noodles must be eaten while hot."
The photographer who was working hard on the photo wanted to sit down and eat after hearing this, but was stopped by Meng Shitong: "Don't worry, take pictures of all this first, these are all materials."
He Yaqian immediately thought of something and said, "Oh, by the way, didn't Chef Feng say that we can take pictures of his fried rice? Go quickly and take pictures of the gold-wrapped silver and broken gold methods. Such hardcore things will definitely be more attractive."
The photographer was confused and said with a sad face: "Sisters, can you let me have a bite of noodles first?"
Meng Shitong and He Yaqian answered in unison: "No."
Finally, at the urging of Meng Shitong and He Yaqian, the photographer took a deep look at the noodles in front of him, and could only follow Feng Yifan to the kitchen with tears in his eyes and swallowing his saliva.