Wuyan listened to Liu Mang's instructions, and many of the passers-by who went to the street with Jiro Ida to pull back were old people. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Alright, you can start tasting. Hachiro Yamano bowed slightly.

"Which bowl are you going to eat first, old man?" asked an old lady beside her.

"Well, I'm going to eat this bowl first. The same gray-haired old man picked up a bowl of noodles on the table.

This bowl of noodles looks very traditional, and the noodle soup in the bowl is very thick, and there are not too many ingredients on top except for a palm-sized piece of pork meat.

"Yumeko, what about you?"

"I want to try this bowl first, it looks so hearty!" the old lady named Mengzi picked up the ramen made by Liu Mang.

Compared with the ramen of Takizawa Spring, Liu Mang adds much richer ingredients, such as bright red barbecued pork, yellow and white eggs, and various shredded vegetables......

"Alright then, Yumeko. I started it. The white-haired old man first stirred gently along the edge of the bowl with chopsticks, and then picked up a wisp and put it in his mouth.

"Snorr!" sucked it in, and the mellow soup mixed with the noodles entered his mouth.

"Yumeko! it's really delicious!" exclaimed the old man, "The soup base made of pork bones is very delicious, and the noodles are also very strong!"

After taking a bite of the ramen, the old man then picked up the pork meat in the bowl and took a bite, and was even more amazed: "The pork meat is also very delicious, the stew is just right, and the bite is tender and juicy, and it doesn't stuff your teeth at all." ”

"Mengzi, don't be stunned, try it! If it doesn't taste good, don't eat it, hurry up and try my bowl." Seeing that the old lady was still stunned, the old man urged.

"Okay!" the old lady looked at it, first picked up a piece of barbecued pork from the bowl and put it in her mouth, chewed it, and her voice trembled: "Old man, this taste...... This tastes ......."

"What's wrong? Isn't it delicious?"

The white-haired old man knew that his wife had severe anorexia in the past, which was slowly cured after many years of treatment, but it also left the root cause of the disease. As long as you eat something that is unpalatable, your heart will be nauseated, and in severe cases, it will even cause vomiting.

"Quick!" exclaimed the old man hurriedly.

But what he didn't expect was that the old lady closed her eyes and looked intoxicated.

She reluctantly swallowed the barbecued pork in her mouth, and then let out a long breath: "It's really delicious!"

"Really, Yumeko, is it really delicious?" the old man looked incredulous.

After many years, I finally heard this sentence from my wife's mouth again.

Since suffering from anorexia, the old man has taken her to many places, and there are even some fine restaurants with three Michelin stars. I have eaten countless delicious dishes, but my wife's highest evaluation is only not bad.

The old man once thought that after suffering from anorexia, Yumeko had lost her love for food, and she had three meals a day just to live.

But what I didn't expect was that today's bowl of seemingly ordinary ramen could get such praise from his wife, which is incredible.

"Purr!purr!" the old lady finished eating a slice of barbecued pork, picked up a strand of noodles and put it in her mouth, and swallowed it in a big gulp. In less than a few minutes, I drank all the soup, as if I had been hungry for a long time.

"Great!Yumeko!I've finally found something you like to eat!" The white-haired old man became excited, and his eyes moistened: "Quick! Try this bowl of ramen, maybe it will be even better!" The old man handed his noodles to his wife with an expectant expression.

The old lady took her husband's noodles, put a wisp in her mouth, and tasted them.

"How's it going?" asked the old man eagerly.

"It's okay, it's a lot worse than the noodles just now. The old lady shook her head and said.

"But it's okay, I haven't eaten that bowl of noodles yet, you can eat it." The old man picked up a bowl of noodles made by Liu Mang from the table and handed it to the old lady.

"Don't patronize me, you can taste it too, it's really delicious!" the old lady picked a strand of noodles and brought it to the old man's mouth.

"Okay! I'll eat!" the old man replied, sucking the noodles from his chopsticks into his mouth.

"Suck!" As soon as the noodles were in their mouths, the old man's eyes immediately lit up.

The chewy noodles are mixed with the soup that is extremely fresh, and it seems that they are digging into the throat without chewing.

His wife was right, compared to the ramen she eats now, the first bowl is really good.

"Purr, purr!"

When eating ramen at Toei, you must make a sound, which is the greatest appreciation that diners have for the chef's skill.

"It's delicious, it's delicious, how can it be so delicious!" Although the praise is similar, it is also evident that everyone now loves these ramen.

"What's going on?" After a while, Takizawa Izumi became nervous. Because he found that some people would have a little soup left over from the ramen they made themselves.

It stands to reason that this situation is nothing in normal times, after all, many people have the habit of eating noodles without soup, but compared with the ramen made by Liu Mang, it seems a little abnormal.

As long as it is ramen made by Liu Mang, the guests will eat the noodles and soup cleanly, and there is no soup left.

"I guess his soup tastes better, but all in all, mine must be better!" Takizawa reassured himself.

"Have you finished your noodles, and now you can vote!" Hachiro Yamano announced.

There was a soft "click", and a wooden plaque was gently placed on the table where Izumi Takizawa had placed the ramen.

Takizawa Izumi was overjoyed, and his guess was good, and sure enough, his ramen was a little more delicious.

Immediately after, the second wooden card was voted for by a young man for Izumi Takizawa.

"Boss, the situation is not good!" "Five-eyed was a little anxious.

"Don't be afraid, look again. ”

A girl in a white cardigan tilted her head sideways, as if she was hesitating, and after thinking about it, she voted for Izumi Takizawa.

"Haha!" At this time, Takisawa Quan's heart was settled, and he couldn't help laughing: "Liu Mangjun, you lose!"

"Whoever has the last laugh will laugh the best. Mr. Takizawa, you're in a hurry. Liu Mang said lightly.

"What if you're a Chinese culinary god? You can't catch the taste of the people of Toei! They won't like the ramen you make!" Takizawa Izumi looked proud.

"That's not visible. Liu Mang stretched out a finger and shook it gently: "Isn't there someone choosing someone now?"

Takizawa turned his head to look and found an old lady gently placing the wooden card in her hand on Liu Mang's table.

"It's just a coincidence! It doesn't change anything. Takizawa snorted.