"Ding! Taste the authentic Beijing-style noodles with soybean paste, and your cooking ability will be +1!"
Don’t forget, night food first started with pasta.
Although the main products of the night food are snacks such as glutinous rice chicken and sweet-scented osmanthus cake, many old diners have been strongly demanding that the Supreme Beef Noodles be reintroduced.
In particular, Kang Debiao, who worked under Brother Li, couldn't forget the bowl of beef noodles and talked about it in Ye Hong's ears countless times.
Seeing the bowl of fried noodles in front of him, Ye Hong had an idea that wasn't very mature.
"Ding! Mastery-level cooking ability is triggered, and the composition of the fried noodles recipe is being analyzed."
Ye Hong silently analyzed the recipe of fried noodles while chatting with Qin Hao and the others.
After all, they were outside, and there was a little girl like Sun Feifei next to them. The two of them didn't talk about any sensitive topics, just some trivial things.
Through small talk, Ye Hong changed his view of Sun Feifei a lot.
Although her appearance is a little wild, judging from her conversation, she is not bad-tempered.
What shocked Ye Hong the most was that this little girl was actually a top student. Although she had not graduated from high school, she had been admitted to Huaqing University in advance.
The genes of the old Qin family are indeed strong.
After eating fried noodles, Ye Hong originally planned to say goodbye and go back to the hotel, but Qin Hao smiled and stayed behind.
"Let's go, let's take you to meet the chef of this restaurant and my good friend - Lao Han.
Oh, by the way, he doesn’t know my identity, so don’t reveal it. "
Lao Han is a sturdy middle-aged man with a stocky build.
With a simple and honest face and a smile without any impurity, he looks like an honest and ordinary chef who is obsessed with cooking.
But the moment Ye Hong saw Lao Han, he was silently shocked.
He felt a familiar aura from Lao Han's body.
That's the smell of an ancient warrior.
Although Lao Han hid it in the smell of oily smoke, he couldn't escape Ye Hong's sharp eyes.
Out of respect for Qin Hao, Ye Hong did not use his ability to see through.
But he quietly kept an eye on it in his heart.
"Hello, hello. Is the noodles okay?"
Lao Han shook hands with Ye Hong and asked with a silly smile, speaking with a standard Beijing accent.
"What kind of question are you asking? When did the guests I brought didn't like your fried noodles?"
Qin Hao laughed and cursed and punched Lao Han on the shoulder.
It seems that the two of them have a good relationship.
Ye Hong held Lao Han's hand and smiled meaningfully: "The noodles are good. It seems that Chef Wei's [skill] is quite profound!"
On the word "gongli", Ye Hong slightly emphasized the syllables.
Qin Hao might not notice this difference, but Ye Hong believed that Lao Han would definitely hear it.
On the surface, these two words were praising Old Han's cooking skills, but in fact, Ye Hong was secretly pointing out Old Han's status as an ancient warrior.
He was worried that Lao Han had ulterior motives for approaching Qin Hao, and Qin Hao didn't know it yet, so he gave Lao Han a secret warning.
Lao Han didn't seem to hear Ye Hong's warning and smiled sheepishly: "This little brother is so complimentary."
But Ye Hong clearly felt Lao Han's hand trembling slightly.
Ye Hong calmly let go of Lao Han's hand and didn't say anything.
But after they left the kitchen and walked out of Yanwu Zhajiang Noodle Shop, Ye Hong began to ask Qin Hao for information about Lao Han.
"Speaking of Lao Han, we have to talk about it since I was a child.
It can be said that I grew up eating Lao Han’s bowl of noodles. "
Qin Hao began to recall the past.
(End of chapter)