I am a Chef in the Modern Era

Chapter 2: Fried noodles

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After eating the noodles, the old man packed up. The number of people coming to eat will gradually increase when it is almost time for dinner. He still has things to do. Seeing that Lin Shuyi was still sitting there, he poured him a glass of water. Then chat with him while working.

"Young man, it's time for the college entrance examination this year, right?"

Lin Shuyi thought for a while before he remembered what the college entrance examination was, then shook his head, "I don't study anymore."

The old man was surprised, "You are only seventeen or eighteen years old, why don't you stop studying at such a young age."

Lin Shuyi pondered in his stomach for a while, and then said, "Dad and Mom are gone, and I need money to go to school."

He lived in that house for so long and didn't see a single person. Instead, he found a group photo in a drawer and an ID card behind the photo.

It turns out that this person is really called Lin Shuyi, they may be one person, one past life and one present life, otherwise they wouldn't be so similar.

There are three people on the group photo, but the group photo is seriously aged, the people on it seem to be rubbed by fingers often, and it is a black and white photo, so the original appearance can no longer be seen, and the people on it can't be distinguished clearly, Lin Shuyi guessed that this is the case. Maybe it was his parents, but he didn't know if they were gone.

The old man was really stunned. He didn't expect Lin Shuyi to live such a difficult life at such a young age. He also regretted that he mentioned his sad things. Looking at his thin figure, he couldn't help feeling sorry for him. He stretched out his rough hand Rubbing his head, "It's okay, it's all over."

Lin Shuyi naturally wasn't sad at all, they were just two unrelated people to him, how could he be sad.

"Then do you live alone now?"

This child is a few years younger than his grandson, but he looks much more sensible and well-behaved than his grandson.

"Well, what else is Grandpa going to do? Let me help you."

He originally wanted to go out and have a look, but now that he thinks about it, going out is not a good way. All he knows is from TV, and there must be some gaps with the original appearance of this world. Knowing someone, going out is just a waste of time.

"No, no, just sit down, I've already prepared everything, and there's nothing else to do. If you don't want to go home, you can stay here with grandpa. It's okay, don't be restrained."

Anyway, he is alone, and he is not so lonely when someone is talking with him.

After the grandfather said this, Lin Shuyi sat down again.

Sure enough, after a while, someone came in.

"Old Yangtou! Bring me a bowl of fried noodles, spicy!"

A woman in her fifties came in hurriedly, shouted at the window first, then sat down, and only saw Lin Shuyi after she sat down.

"Hey, Old Yang, is this your grandson?"

Old Yang poked his head out of the window, "No, my grandson is in his twenties."

The woman patted her head, "Look at my memory, but it's true, your son and the others haven't been back for a long time, I can hardly remember what your son looks like, let alone your grandson."

Elderly women are always like this, gossiping and talking outrageously, she was just talking casually, but the old man's eyes dimmed instantly, but he still defended, "Actually, they always call me Come on, Jianguo is busy, and I don't want him to run back and forth, tired."

Even though he said this, Lin Shuyi could see the disappointment in the old grandpa's eyes.

The woman curled her lips, but the more she talked, the more she became addicted, but every sentence was full of grievances for Lao Yang.

"Now this young man, which one is not busy, no matter how busy he is, he can't forget Dad, look at you, you are still talking for him, let me tell you, he will wake up after you scold him, and he will be sober about everything. Listen to your daughter-in-law, she doesn't even want her father..."

Old Yang finally stopped talking, and brought out the noodles with fried sauce and put them in front of the woman.

Seeing that Old Yang had stopped talking, the woman realized that she had poked his sore spot again, and her face began to show embarrassment, "Old Yang, I speak out loud, don't take it to heart... "

Old Yang grinned, "It's all right." Anyway, what she said was true.

Turning around to see Lin Shuyi still sitting there straight, he asked again, "Young man, do you watch TV? Grandpa doesn't have anything here, but there is a small TV that doesn't receive a few channels, but it's better than nothing."

Lin Shuyi nodded, and Old Yang turned around to turn on the TV above the window. It was indeed a very small TV, smaller than the one at Lin Shuyi's house, and the noise was very loud. sound.

"Old Yang, who is this? Why haven't I seen it before?"

The woman finally became curious about Lin Shuyi at the side, the young man was handsome, but why had she never seen him before? Could it be Lao Yang's relative

"He, have you seen that little house over there? The child who lives there is also a poor one."

The woman looked at the house over there and nodded along Lao Yangtou's finger, "Oh, so it's the one who lives there. I've seen it from a distance before, and I don't come out very often. I thought there was no one there most of the time. Woolen cloth."

After finishing speaking, he stopped talking and concentrated on eating noodles.

Lao Yangtou’s noodles are well-known around here. They are cheap, delicious and healthy, and they don’t cut corners at all. There is no shortage of meat and vegetables. She often comes to eat, sometimes after a long time. I will panic when I eat.

Her favorite food is this fried noodles.

The fried sauce is made by Lao Yangtou early in the morning. The ingredients used are all freshly bought and grown in the field, and the natural taste is also delicious.

The fragrant but not greasy pork belly stir-fried sauce, the crispy cucumber bean sprouts and carrots are mixed together with a rich sauce color, but it is not greasy at all. She often makes it at home, but I don’t know why she can’t make old Yangtou. This taste.

She knew that Lao Yang's recipe was to be used to make money for food, so naturally she was ashamed to ask others for the recipe with the cheek.

But fortunately, Lao Yangtou's side has been delicious for ten years, and it's also cheap for ten years. Even if you're hungry, it's only a few dozen yuan to invite the whole family to eat, which is a good deal.

The woman sucked and ate the noodles, Lin Shuyi endured it for a few times, but finally couldn't hold back, and looked back.

When the old man brought it up, he knew it was different from the one he ate. He was already full, but seeing how delicious the food was, he couldn't help but start to feel greedy. He has always been like this, yes Good food is never something to resist.

Lin Shuyi looked back once, and was caught by Old Yang, who didn't say anything, but the corners of his mouth curled up.

When it was time to eat, there were indeed more and more people, and Lao Yang, who was cooking and serving all by himself, gradually became overwhelmed. Everyone was from the same village, and they had no choice but to wait without urging him. , Today is different, there is a handsome young man who does not know what is the relationship with Lao Yang, and he is busy helping Lao Yang with serving bowls and collecting bowls without stopping.

Lin Shuyi just felt that he had nothing to do anyway, even if he went back, he would be alone.

By the time all the busy people in the store had left, the sun was about to set.

Lin Shuyi was sweating all over, and finally planned to go home to wash. The thing he is most satisfied with in this world is not the TV or the sofa, but the simple water heater in the bathroom. He can take a bath without going out or boiling water. It is so comfortable. up.

Before leaving, Old Yang handed him a box, and Lin Shuyi looked up at him puzzled.

"I see that you seem to like Zhajiang noodles, so I made a copy for you. I put a lot of Zhajiang, and I didn't put chili. You can take it home and eat it. It's almost night, so you don't need to cook."

Lin Shuyi was taken aback for a moment, then raised a big smile, "Thank you, Grandpa."

He has long wanted to eat this kind of fried noodles.

By the way, another thing he is satisfied with in this world is that this world seems to have a lot of delicacies, which he saw on TV.