Looking at the words he had written, Yang Ming nodded with satisfaction. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

He took the note and was about to stick it outside the store, but the customers who had been waiting for it were not happy.

The uncle who asked about Yile Restaurant before had a hot temper, walked up to Yang Ming, and said, "Boss, hurry up and bring me a beef ramen!"

The tone was boundless, as if someone else owed him 100,000 million.

Yang Ming glanced at him coldly, raised his hand, and said, "See, it will be closed tomorrow, including now." ”

The uncle rolled up his sleeves, frowned, and said with an unhappy face: "Eh, I'll go, you, boss, will you do business!"

Someone took the lead in making trouble, and other guests with a purpose coaxed one after another: "That's right, we have waited so hard, why don't we let us eat!"

"Hehe!" Yang Ming snorted coldly and said, "If you want to eat, go to the other side!"

As soon as these words came out, the contradictions between the two sides were like open crossbows, and they were about to erupt.

People with ulterior motives said in a weird manner: "Could it be that the boss is weak-hearted, you don't have any chakra food here at all!"

"Oh?"

Yang Ming looked coldly at the noisy crowd in front of him, and his mind turned sharply.

It's only been a long time since I opened the store, and I haven't had a few customers, how can so many people know about this?

Even if the guests who have come to eat spread the word, they probably won't come now.

For some reason, Yang Ming felt a strong smell of conspiracy.

Among these people, there are ordinary people and ninjas.

The uncle who took the lead in making trouble just now is a lower ninja, looking at his appearance, he probably wants to be a middle ninja and wants to go crazy.

After all, Shinobi's salary is very low, so he can barely make ends meet.

At this time, the system was not willing to be lonely and jumped out.

"Congratulations to the host for triggering the hidden mission: guest with ulterior motives. ”

"Mission Description: For those who ignore the taste of the food itself, you are challenging the dignity of the chef! As the future chef god of the Hokage world, teach them to be new people with the food you cook!"

"Reward: Shop Decoration LV1. ”

Excellent, no problem!

Yang Ming raised his eyebrows and said to these people: "Are you sure you want to eat?" have you read the menu clearly, don't say that I cheated you." ”

Seeing that Yang Ming's tone was slow, these people said one after another: "We have long been clear!"

Yang Ming nodded, and was surprised to find that almost all of these people came for beef ramen, and only one woman who was pregnant with a lonely expression ordered ice cream.

Taking advantage of Yang Ming's busy work in the kitchen, someone said in a weird manner: "The owner of this shop has a false name, it turns out that he is just a teenager, tsk, if the dishes are not so good, I want him to look good!"

The others chimed in: "Hehe, pull me up when the time comes." ”

For a while, the two guests with ulterior motives glanced at each other and smiled heartily.

With these-stirring sticks, even those guests who were originally biased towards neutrality couldn't help but test, and their positions began to waver.

Yang Ming naturally heard the conversation of those people outside, and he didn't care.

Because after renting this shop, it was automatically decorated by the system, and next door to the kitchen, I made a very small toilet with a water heater to provide Yang Ming with a place to take a bath.

After all, the chef's profession, especially in the summer, always sweats profusely, so Yang Ming usually has a few sets of spare clothes inside.

He demanded that he first scrub his body, then change into a spare set of neat clothes, and then check himself several times before going to cook.

For soldiers, it is their duty to obey orders.

For chefs, it is their duty to concentrate on cooking.

Despite the uproar of unfavorable remarks in the shop, Yang Ming did not waver in the slightest and meticulously made ramen.

During the production process, the slightest fragrance wafts out and lingers around the guests, making their appetite flutter.

A neutral guest took a deep breath and said intoxicatedly, like a poem: "This incense should only be in the sky, how many times can it be smelled in the world." ”

"That's a good point!" another guest, who was also neutral, applauded and said, "It's so apt, this fragrance, I've lived so long, it's really the first time I've smelled it, it's worth it just like this!"

Being said by the two of them immediately diluted the unfavorable atmosphere for Yang Ming.

Some of the guests who were just curious also calmed down and began to look forward to Yang Ming's beef ramen.

After the patience of the guests was sharpened, Yang Ming brought out bowls of hot beef ramen.

The hot air hovers over the ramen, like a dream, and the mellow and rich fragrance is the most appetizing.

When the uncle who took the lead in making trouble looked at the beef ramen in front of him, he was seven points apprehensive and three points excited.

The uncle's name is Miyamoto Musashi, which is the name of a rotten street, and similarly, his life is also a bad street, just an ordinary ninja.

He has no background, no talent, no money, and he has worked hard for most of his life, but he is still a low-endure.

Even though the salary of a ninja is higher than that of the average profession, the cost is also significant.

Whether it's buying ninja gear or practicing ninjutsu, money is needed in all aspects.

Miyamoto Musashi has had a dream since he was a child, which is to become the shadow of this country.

But the reality is so skinny, making his dreams as fragile as balloons.

However, he never gave up!

When he heard that Yang Ming's small shop had a delicacy that could increase the amount of chakra, Miyamoto Musashi didn't care if it was true or not, and he came with the attitude of a dead horse as a live horse doctor.

"God willing, it must be done!"

Miyamoto Musashi picked up chopsticks and clipped them in his palms, folded his hands in front of his chest, and prayed secretly in his heart.

"I'm going!"

Suck and suck!

He took a large mouthful of ramen, two slices of beef, and swallowed it in his stomach.

This taste......

It's delicious!

Where had Miyamoto Musashi eaten such a delicious meal, he was accidentally choked, and he quickly slapped his chest a few times, and then drank a few mouthfuls of noodle soup before recovering.

When the warm noodle soup carries the beef ramen into the stomach, the thin beef quickly breaks down and turns into pure life energy, spreading along the meridians.

After a moment, Miyamoto Musashi suddenly stood up, tears already silently soaking his face.

And Miyamoto Musashi's performance is only one of the dozen or so people who is relatively normal.

Others actually knelt on the ground, kowtowed, and shouted words that they didn't know.

In the face of all this, Yang Ming stood with his hands in his hands, without joy on his face, and only complained in his heart: "You stupid mortals!"