"Okay, then I'll have a seafood noodle and give me a serving of each of the other toppings." Ruan Meng said casually.

"Huh? Girl, do you say it again? Uncle Yile was stunned and didn't seem to hear clearly.

"Oh, I'm going to have a copy of all the ingredients, now, it's quite clear," Ruan Meng repeated.

"It's okay to have it all, the key is girl, are you sure you can finish it?" Uncle Yile shook his head and said, "The ingredients here are all full of weight, and you have a few catties of weight when you come all over again?" ”

"It's okay, I'll walk around if I can't eat." Ruan Meng waved his hand and said indifferently.

Uncle Yile was speechless, I'll go, you're still walking, are you sure you can still walk around after eating?

Anyway, I don't have a wall here to help you!

"Meng Danai, are you preparing to learn from me?" Little Lori looked at Ruan Meng with a smile, "By the way, won't you push it to me if you can't finish eating it later?" ”

Ruan Meng smiled and touched Little Lori's little head, and said, "Hehe, Little Lori, why are you so smart?" ”

"I'll go, do you really think so?" Little Lori was stunned after hearing this, "I'm not a rice bucket, you can pour anything you can't eat into my stomach." ”

"Yes, you're not a rice bucket, your stomach is a rice bucket, right?" Ruan Meng said.

"Okay, your sister." Little Lori despised it.

……

"Da ......"

"Da Da ......"

At this time, Uncle Ichiraku began to ramen.

Looking at Uncle Ichiraku's ramen's posture, it really deserves to be professional and beautiful!

After a while, the noodles were put into the pot.

Then, Uncle Yile began to process the seafood.

Of course, the seafood has been cleaned before going out, and now it's time to put them in the pot for a pig.

……

"Guest, your ramen ......" After a while, a bowl of ramen was placed in front of Sophie, and Uncle Yile said, "Please forgive me for the poor hospitality!" ”

Holding the noodle bowl, Sophie sniffed the smell of chicken.

It seems that this noodle soup should be made from chicken bones.

Picked up the spoon, scooped a mouthful of noodle soup, it was crystal clear, lifted the scattered hair, handed the spoon to his mouth and blew gently, and then left a mouthful to suck into his mouth......

The taste is so urgent, even better than what the chef at home makes.

You know, her chef is top-notch.

It seems that this uncle makes ramen with heart.

Set the spoon aside, pick up the chopsticks, and pick up the noodles......

The nourishing entrance is smooth, and the noodles are strong and springy, dancing in the mouth.

Then there are the green vegetables, the turquoise cabbage sum is boiled in the broth, and when you bite into it, it is crisp and not sticky to your teeth, and the tenderness is just right.

"How's it going, little girl, does it taste good?" Uncle Yile asked, wiping his palms with a rag.

"Well, it tastes very good." Sophie nodded and praised.

This accolade is not easy.

None of the top chefs in her family have ever gotten it.

"If you like it." For Uncle Yile, Sophie's praise is nothing, as a chef, the happiest thing is to make dishes that satisfy the guests, and the ramen he makes is satisfied by Sophie, and for him, this is enough.

Then there's little Lori, her big meat face.

Large pieces of meat the size of a palm completely cover the bowl, covering the noodles underneath.

If you count it, there are five large pieces of meat.