"Smack!"

Yang Chen only felt that his old face was beaten hotly and painfully.

Before he finished his sentence, someone couldn't wait to run over and punch him in the face?

It's just that what I didn't expect was that there were really people who wanted to eat this bowl of Yangchun noodles with a piece of spirit stone?

Whose idiot is this?

Turning his head, Yang Chen just wanted to see what kind of fool would buy such a bowl of Yangchun noodles, but when he saw that his eyes were dark, the ray of sunlight that came in from the door seemed to be blocked by something at the moment.

Yang Chen raised his head, because it was backlit, so the latter could only see a vague humanoid silhouette.

"You are?"

"Dongfang Mu, boss, I want a Yangchun noodle. ”

Yang Chen sat up, put the little lemon down, and motioned for her to go to other places to play.

The little girl didn't make trouble unreasonably this time, maybe because there were outsiders, this little girl was still a little scared.

Only then did Yang Chen see the figure and face of this man, who was in his early thirties.

A slashed face, between the eyebrows reveals a kind of suave and game-friendly temperament.

A white paper fan in his hand, green shirts, black boots and white shoes, a rich man from a big family!

Yang Chen only glanced at it and judged that the latter was a fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered.

"A bowl of Yangchun noodles? You can see the price clearly, don't blame me for not reminding you!"

Yang Chen hesitated for a moment, and decided to tell the price in advance.

After a while, this guy eats and has no money to pay the bill, so it's really lively.

"A good ninth-order spirit stone?"

Yang Chen obviously heard the latter's voice of taking a deep breath, and in the end, Dongfang Mu couldn't help but twitch the corners of his face, and his whole face became unnatural.

"So expensive, boss, you're not kidding, are you?"

Dongfang Mu frowned, this price, even with his identity as the second son of the first-class family of the Aoki Imperial Capital, does not mean that he will take it out.

Although he didn't take this ninth-order too seriously, it was also a spirit stone.

The things used to improve cultivation were used to eat a bowl of noodles, and he couldn't help but start weighing the pros and cons of it.

It's just that the thought of the smell of chicken soup that he smelled three times yesterday and the day before yesterday made him can't help but be fascinated.

The Yang family's small shop is not far from the mansion of his Oriental family, but it cannot be said that it is close, separated by several lanes and streets, how can there be a distance of eight or nine miles.

The fragrance of that chicken soup was able to spread so far, and he was also taken away by the fragrance of the chicken soup when he was preparing to break through the foundation building period three times in a row, which almost made him go crazy.

The reason why he was able to break through this foundation building period now was because he deliberately avoided this meal time last night before he dared to break through with confidence.

However, who knows, what makes Dongfang Mu angry the most is that this bastard boss who stewed chicken soup didn't cook last night.

The harmed Dongfang Mu only worked hard for three or four hours in vain, and today he said that he would come to see the poisonous chicken soup that confuses half of the city.

Originally, it was just a walk after the breakthrough, but it was a surprise that this small shop that boiled chicken soup actually opened.

So, there is the above scene.

"Okay, the spirit stone is the spirit stone, isn't it just a ninth-order spirit stone? I Dongfang Mu still eats it, I just hope that the noodles you make will not disappoint me, boss!"

A person lowered his head and thought for a long time, and this Dongfang Mu also gritted his teeth, as if he had made some big decision.

The white paper fan in his hand snapped shut, and a "pop" explosion rose in the air.

Then, a spirit stone was taken out of the space ring he was wearing on his right hand and placed on the table of a table in Yang Chen's shop.

At the moment when the spirit stone was just taken out, Yang Chen clearly felt that the space around him shook instantly, and the aura in the eight directions instantly boiled a little, and even the speed of the burning technique in his body was faster.

This is the spirit stone, and it's really extraordinary......

Yang Chen licked his lips, his eyes moved away from the fiery red fingernail-sized spirit stone, and then nodded lightly towards Dongfang Mu is head, turned around and walked into the kitchen to start working.

Noodles, Tai Chi rubbed his hands and urged, and the sound of ping-pong in the kitchen sounded again.

About half an hour later, Dongfang Mu heard the sound of a splash.

Yang Chen threw the whole chicken into the pot where the soup was boiling, and then went to boil the eggs.

Pass the noodles in water, put cold water into a bowl, sprinkle chopped green onions, put an egg in it, and pour the soup to hang the fresh.

Yangchun noodles, become!

System score: The overall score is 90, please continue to work hard!The Kitchen God Avenue has been paved in front of you, work hard, young man......

Yang Chen held this bowl of Yangchun noodles in his hand, I don't know why, he felt a little different when he held this bowl of noodles.

There seems to be something different about this noodle than what I ate before, and I always feel as if there is something more in this noodle.

However, Yang Chen didn't think too much about it, the system scores were already there, so there should be no problem when I think about it.

As soon as he thought of this, Yang Chen didn't think much about it, and walked out of the kitchen with steady steps, walking towards the first diner of the small shop.

"Your Face ......"

put down this bowl of hot noodles, but the Dongfang Mu seemed to be still in a daze.

Yang Chen also reminded him casually, and the latter slowly came back to his senses, and then his face involuntarily flushed a trace of red.

"Is this really the smell of a bowl of chicken soup that can be emanated? This is really ......."

He muttered a few words with empty eyes, and then, Dongfang Mu's entire attention seemed to be attracted by the steaming bowl of noodle soup in front of him.

Goo!

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and then he couldn't care about anything anymore, grabbed the chopsticks in his hand and buried his head and ate the Yangchun noodles in front of him with a big mouthful.

First, he took a bite of the egg, biting through the corner of the boiled egg, the tender egg white melted in his mouth, and an unprecedented fragrance lingered between his mouth and nose.

Immediately after, a semi-congealed purple liquid flowed out of the center of the egg like a clear spring.

Mouthful, soft, soft, tender, fresh!

Dongfang Mu just felt that he was wrapped in a warm and soft thing all over his body at this moment, and the whole person was fluttering, as if he was traveling in the sky and stepping on the clouds.

I can't find any words to describe the taste of this egg, and the whole person is immersed in the happiness of being wrapped in the umami of the egg, and I can't extricate myself for a long time.

"It's delicious!"

At this moment, even Dongfang Mu, who had never been too cold to food, couldn't help but praise from the bottom of his heart.

The whole person's face seemed to be filled with two faint flushes.

Yang Chen's lazy figure lying in the sun at the door of the small shop just silently watched this scene happen, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, because he knew that it was a satisfied expression.

It seems that this Oriental Pastor is on a path to be conquered by food......