Zhou Zheng patted his head, and then he remembered, isn't this the old man who often appears in Modu Satellite TV!

After taking a deep breath, Zhou Zheng took his eyes off the old man and took a closer look at the middle-aged man who was coming in front of him.

However, scratching the scalp and having no impression in my mind.

"Since Mr. Zhou is so refreshing, then I won't hide it, I invite you here today for my father!"

The middle-aged man held two glasses of water in his hand and put them in front of Zhou Zheng, and his originally smiling face couldn't help but look a little heavy.

"Huh?"

"Oh, Mr. Zhou, you may not know, my father has a very tricky appetite and has no appetite all the time, but a few days ago, the takeaway delivered by you made my father have a great appetite, and I immediately contacted the merchant, only to find out that it was actually from you, which is really shocking!"

Seeing that Zhou Zheng was a little puzzled, the middle-aged man smiled awkwardly before he spoke, and in the end, the whole person's expression looked a little unnatural.

In fact, over the years, he has sought medical treatment everywhere for the old man's illness, from the State Council to the experts subsidized by the State Council, down to the private elites, and has traveled all over the country to find a cure for this disease.

Just when he had completely given up, he didn't expect fate to be so ridiculous, but it made him find a turning point.

What's even more shocking is that this turnaround turned out to come from a takeaway guy who has nothing to do with medicine.

Of course, he would never tell a strange takeaway brother about this kind of thing, and his father's illness was also covered up by his prevarication.

After listening to the middle-aged man's words, Zhou Zheng understood the purpose of inviting him here, and at this time, Zhou Zheng could see many things from his face.

A person's expression may be disguised, but the state of mind that is felt from the inside can never be performed.

"Hehe! Big brother is a little polite!" Zhou Zheng smiled politely and said modestly.

When the middle-aged man heard this, he realized that he had been talking about the old man since he entered the door, and he forgot to introduce himself.

"Mr. Zhou, the contemptible surname is Yang, and the name is Yang Guangnian!"

The middle-aged man lowered his posture very low at the moment, which was enough to see the importance of Zhou Zheng in his mind.

At this time, the middle-aged woman who had been in the kitchen and didn't know what to do slowly walked out and whispered to Yang Guangnian's side.

"Dare to ask, can Mr. Zhou show us his hand now to let us rise and see. Seeing this, Yang Guangnian looked at Zhou Zheng with some expectation and said.

"No problem!"

"This way, please!"

Yang Guangnian saw Zhou Zheng nodding and stretched out his hand to guide him to the kitchen, only to see that all kinds of cooking tools, seasonings, accessories, and even all kinds of vegetables that had already been washed in the kitchen had been prepared and could be started at any time.

Zhou Zheng smiled and came to the cupboard, he knew that this was Yang Guangnian's temptation, but at the same time, he understood it very well.

After all, seeing is believing, hearing is false!

Zhou Zheng probably glanced at the prepared ingredients, and had a plan in his heart.

First, he picked up a large clay pot with a diameter of about 10 centimeters, placed it on the counter of the cabinet on the side, and began to scoop out the flour with a wooden spoon that was clean and odorless.

Zhou Zheng found that the flour this time was very different from the flour at home, first of all, the flour was not the usual snow-white and flawless appearance, but with a slight yellow, with Zhou Zheng's keen vision and sense of smell, he also found that the fragrance was also slightly different.

Open the cupboard, take out the large bowl and take two bowls of water to start kneading the dough.

That's right!

Zhou Zheng is planning to make a bowl of noodle soup that is so ordinary that it can no longer be ordinary.

If kneading dough is also a technique in the world, then Zhou Zheng's technique is definitely the most standard textbook, but some of the movements are obviously with unique personal characteristics, but they are pleasing to the eye.

The dough soon became more and more smooth and delicate under Zhou Zheng's hands, and the slightly yellowish color also became a little shiny at this moment, and the aroma of flour was hidden in the dough, which was basically inaudible.

Sprinkle some dry flour on the other side of the counter, and Zhou Zheng took out the dough and began to use a rolling pin to roll out the dough.

"Crunch!"

The dough makes a beautiful sound on the counter, which is the sound of good flour.

Zhou Zheng's speed was very fast, and it didn't take long for him to enter the cutting link.

"Dangdang!"

The noodle cutter makes a crisp sound when it comes into contact with the counter, and as the sound stops, the noodles are cut with it, both in length and width.

Zhou Zheng wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, then put the cut noodles in the pressure cooker and began the final process of cooking noodles.

And Yang Guangnian, who was standing on the side, and his wife, the middle-aged woman, had already been stunned by Zhou Zheng's actions just now, and stood in place in a daze at the moment, without saying a word.

Not to mention how the food was made, Yang Guangnian was a little shocked by this very good-looking action alone, and at the same time, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

As the minutes passed, the noodles in the pot were almost cooked.

Zhou Zheng picked up a large bowl and began to put the last dipping sauce, as one kind of condiment was put into the bowl, and with the noodles exuding boiling heat, a bowl of clear soup noodles was displayed in front of several people.

Seeing this, Yang Guangnian couldn't help but come to him, and a mixed aroma drilled straight into the person's nose, making him fall into intoxication for a while.

Zhou Zheng took the big bowl and put it on the dining table and put the prepared chopsticks on it.

The soup color against the brown bowl is not as cool as water, and the combination of eight-point soup and just the right amount of noodles exudes a sensation that makes your fingers flutter.

Yang Guangnian came back to his senses for a long time, and hurriedly brought the old man who was listening to the news to the table to see his performance.

The old man's every move at this moment undoubtedly affected the hearts of several people present, especially Yang Guangnian, who was full of nervousness and some expectations.

It's moving!

He moved!

The old man actually moved!

Yang Guangnian, who was staring at the old man with two eyes, instantly had a smile on his face, and tears flowed out of the corners of his eyes.

"Suck and suck!"

As an authentic northerner, noodles were once the favorite of the old man Yang Derong, and recalling, the feeling of tastelessness has been with him for more than four years.

As for now, the old man is eating happily with a bowl, where is there still half an anorexia person should be.

"It's delicious!"

The old man Yang Derong muttered a few words inarticulately, not caring about his appearance as an elder at all.

When you take a bite, the aroma of the dough in the middle explodes in your mouth, as if you see golden ears of wheat floating in a wheat field.

The chewiness of the noodles, the smooth texture that enters the mouth, the smoothness when swallowing, and the constant urging from the stomach always make people want to put a little more in their mouths.