Zhang Xun came to the noodle shop to eat noodles as usual.
He usually comes early. Normally, the small noodle shop opens at 6 o'clock, and by 6:30 there are crowds of people eating noodles and queuing up.
But at 6 o'clock, there is basically no need to queue, especially since there are 30 high and low benches at the door.
The small noodle shop also specially made a retractable roof. Once it rains or the sun is too strong, it will be extended to block the wind and rain.
In this way, even in winter, sitting outside a cold noodle shop and eating a steaming bowl of Yangchun noodles is a kind of happiness.
Especially when there are more than thirty or fifty people watching you slurping down the noodles, you feel extremely satisfied.
However, Zhang Xun felt that the Yangchun noodles in the small noodle shop were too plain and not satisfying.
Beef noodles, pork ribs noodles, fat intestine noodles, and dried pork noodles are more delicious.
So he usually alternates these kinds of noodles.
Anyway, the noodles in the small noodle shop are not expensive, and they are all famous in the queue. A bowl of meat noodles for 20 yuan only costs 10 yuan. It is not the cheapest in Lin'an, but it is certainly not expensive.
The key is that the materials they use are very solid and practical.
Every day you can see the chefs kneading and cutting noodles, and the chefs stir-frying ingredients when they are free.
If you come earlier, you can see uniformed clerks from chain butcher shops bringing out the day's new beef, ribs and other fresh ingredients from small vans.
As expected, there were not many people at 6 o'clock, that is, there were only twenty or thirty people seated. Compared with after 6:30, it was simply unreasonably relaxed.
So Zhang Xun was able to buy a ticket leisurely, found a stool outside, and sat down.
It happened that at this time, he saw his friend Uncle Wu.
The so-called face friends are similar to dance friends and poker friends. They are basically a kind of friend on a specific occasion.
Zhang Xun and Uncle Wu met in a small noodle shop. They usually come to eat noodles at 6 o'clock, and they both like to sit outside to eat. Over time, they have become familiar with each other, and they will chat a few words when they have time.
But unlike Zhang Xun, what Uncle Wu likes to eat most is Yangchun noodles.
In Uncle Wu’s words, it is Yangchun Noodles from a small noodle shop. The cooking is a bit similar to the most famous private noodle shop in Lin’an 60 years ago. It is a memory of his childhood.
And elderly people in their sixties don’t like to eat meat that requires chewing. Yangchun noodles are the best.
Uncle Wu bought the ticket, sat next to Zhang Xun, and asked casually: "Xiao Zhang, didn't you say you wanted to buy a house some time ago? Why has there been no news recently?"
"Don't mention it." Zhang Xun said with a sad face: "I was originally interested in the Shui'an Qingqing real estate not far away. I originally thought that my mother would give me 500,000 yuan, and then I also deposited about 500,000 yuan myself, which was just the right amount to pay. A down payment... I didn't expect that the price has actually increased recently! Their price has increased by 1,000 yuan! Will anyone still survive?"
"I know this property, isn't it the one Shen Huan bought?" Uncle Wu said, "I often pass by there when I'm walking. The environment is actually quite good, but it's too big and too expensive."
"Who says it's not? I originally thought about buying a wedding house. After all, at my age, I have to think about getting married. It would be better if the house is bigger to avoid having to change it later." Zhang Xun suddenly gritted his teeth, "Originally, they There is still room for discounts on prices, but when Shen Huan came back from winning the International Mathematical Olympiad competition, when she showed up over there, they first tightened the discounts, and then actually increased the prices!"
"Haha, people just like to join in the fun." Uncle Wu asked again, "Then do you still want to buy it?"
At this time, an aunt was already calling Zhang Xun's number. After he raised his hand to respond, the aunt brought the noodles to the bench here.
"I still have to buy it! I'm going to look at the nearby properties again. If I don't like anything, I'd better come back and have a look!" Zhang Xun frowned, "gritting his teeth, what about this house... Huh?"
"What's wrong?" Looking at Zhang Xun holding the noodles with his chopsticks, Uncle Wu asked curiously, "Today's noodles are not delicious?"
"No… "
Zhang Xun shook his head repeatedly, then took another big bite and drank another mouthful of soup.
It took him a while before he showed a satisfied smile, "Uncle Wu, their noodles are particularly delicious today! It's strange... Could it be that they have used their exclusive spice powder?"
"What does it taste like?" Uncle Wu became interested.
"I can't tell you. Anyway, it's very fragrant, not too pungent, and has a very soft feeling..." Zhang Xun was eating faster while talking.
In just two minutes, Zhang Xun finished a bowl of beef noodles. Then he thought about it and ordered another bowl of dry pork noodles.
By the time Zhang Xun sat back down, Uncle Wu was already eating his Yang Chun noodles.
Uncle Wu's expression was not as exaggerated as Zhang Xun's, but he paused after taking one bite, and within a few bites, tears flowed out.
"Uncle Wu... Uncle Wu..." Zhang Xun pushed him quickly, "Are you okay? Don't scare me!"
Several people eating noodles nearby also saw it and turned this way.
"it's okay no problem!"
Uncle Wu put down the noodle bowl and wiped his tears, "I...remembered the first bowl of Yangchun noodles my mother took me to eat when I was a child...it seemed to be this kind of taste, warm and full of noodles, a very pure taste..."
"The old man is right!" A female office worker in her thirties who had just started eating noodles agreed: "When I eat this noodles, I feel that the flavor of the seasoning is very light, but the fragrance of the noodles itself is very comfortable. It’s warm and not dry.”
"Yeah, I used to think the flavor was a bit strong, but today I tasted it and it was very refreshing. I like the taste very much!" Another aunt in her fifties also said.
“…”
Zhang Xun and his group are not the only ones who feel this way.
Anyone who has eaten noodles here before can easily feel that the noodles produced by the small noodle shop today are different.
It's as simple as improving it by more than one level, at least twice as delicious.
This delicious taste is not created by using any spices, but by truly stimulating the aroma of the noodles themselves.
Someone who had something good to say went to ask, and got a positive reply that "the boss has improved the flavor formula after hard research."
Within two days, word of mouth spread quickly.
The small noodle shop's originally booming business has become even more booming. It sells at least 500 more bowls of noodles a day, and this number is still increasing.
Online reviews about the taste of Lin'an noodles are also crazy in favor of small noodle shops.
"To be honest, I used to think that the noodles downstairs at my house were the most delicious. But yesterday, my girlfriend insisted that I accompany her to eat at a famous noodle shop. When I took the first bite, I felt like I was twenty years ahead of me. What the hell are you going to eat next year? This is the real best noodles!"
"I agree with you very much! "A Bowl of Yangchun Noodles" is indeed worthy of its reputation. It is the most satisfying meal I have had in Lin'an! Even if it is not a big meal!"
"Yes! I can declare here that the noodle shop's noodles are absolutely the best in the world. I will not accept any refutation!"
"Don't brag so fiercely! I've eaten noodles from small noodle shops seven or eight times. Although they are delicious, they are not as good as this! Don't praise our little girl Shui's shop!!"
"The one upstairs, hurry up and eat it again! I used to think it was only 80 points, but in the past few days, Uncle Shui has upgraded the formula, and it's delicious! It's two levels from before. I lied to you and I eat Xiang !!”
"Wow, Uncle Shui worked hard for the singing competition and also studied pasta. I really admire him!"
"The food tasting group is leaving. I'll take you to eat. If it doesn't taste good, you can smash the noodle bowl on my head!"
“…”