"Delicious? Baba, what's delicious? Is it the one made by Baba, the Chunyang noodles?"

The little girl looked up at her little head, and the light that flickered in her big beautiful eyes looked at her poop brightly.

It seems that in her heart, only Yangchun noodles are the best thing in the world.

"It's not noodles, it's a new dish, it's delicious, lemon, can you wait here for Dad for a while? Dad will make it for you now." ”

Yang Chen bent his eyebrows and gently touched the little girl's pigtails with his hand, with a smile on his face, and then said softly.

"Good!"

"But, Baba, you have to hurry up, Meng Meng is actually already hungry, and her little stomach is already growling!"

The little girl nodded obediently, agreeing happily, but touching her shriveled little belly with a blushing face with some embarrassment.

On the other hand, he also worriedly told his father, for fear that he would starve if he waited for a long time.

Yang Chen couldn't cry or laugh, and looked at his daughter's advice, so he had no choice but to nod.

He picked up the little girl again, and left a deep kiss on each of her hot little faces.

"Oh, poop, it's all saliva!

Xiao Nizi was kissed by her faceless father, and she was suddenly a little embarrassed, and while twisting, her two little hands were also going to push him into the kitchen at the same time.

......

At this time, outside the door of Yang Chen's shop, in this small alley that can only accommodate three people passing side by side, in the short time of half a pillar of incense, there are no less than 20 people gathered.

These people are all from the residents in this neighborhood, if Yang Chen is here now, then I am afraid that he can recognize a few familiar neighbors from these people.

And now, these people are all provoked by the legendary "poisonous chicken soup" in the Yang family's shop.

In the past few days, I have been suffering from it, living in dire straits three times a day, and the feeling of being able to smell but not eating is simply like the most painful thing that people live in the world.

So this time, they just wanted to see what the legendary Boss Yang's chicken soup looked like......

Among them, the leader is a fat man, in his fifties, but he can't find half a gray hair in his hair.

He was wearing a black apron stained with either black or red blood.

The fat man had a kitchen knife pinned to his waist, shining with a cold light, and on his body, it seemed that he could still smell a kind of fishy smell of pig blood.

That's right, he is a butcher, and when he came today, he also heard that Yang Chen's kid's shop had opened.

When Yang Chen's father was alive, he often went to his stall to buy meat, so he could be regarded as an acquaintance.

So I have to come over today to cheer this kid on.

The fat man was holding a rotten grass root stained with pig's blood in his mouth, but he was chewing it as if no one was around, and the fat on his face trembled with every chew.

"I said, pear butcher, look at this shop opened by Yang boy, it looks decent from the outside, how can it be inside, tsk, look at the decoration here, what does it look like?"

"Just those few lights, the black lights are blinding, what do they look like?"

"Really, after the old Yang couple died, this Yang kid was not ready to do business and clean up all these bells and whistles. ”

An old man in a white shirt stood beside the pear butcher, gray-haired, looking seventy or eighty years old, but he was in good spirits.

A hand was raised and pointed at the brand-new Yang family shop in front of him, and commented.

"Hehe, I think it's pretty good, go in and have a look. ”

The pear butcher smiled, spat at his side, and spit out the chewy rotten grass root in his mouth.

Lifting your legs, you are walking into this small shop.

Entering the door, the group was noisy, and the fat pear man walked at the head of the line, and just stepped into the small shop with one foot, as if he had noticed something.

Turning his head, he looked at Monk Hua who was sitting against the door of the store, and after seeing that the monk was also looking at himself with the same gaze at the moment.

The pear butcher smiled at him, a glimmer of wonder in the depths of his eyes, but soon regained his composure.

"It's kind of interesting. ”

Hua Donglai leisurely withdrew his gaze, and his heart moved, as if he remembered a person, but he quickly shook his head again, impossible, how could that kind of character appear in such a small place.

Monk Hua didn't think too much about it, but continued to lower his head and began to frantically slap the half bowl of noodles in front of him, his heart was hot.

It's so delicious, smooth and soft noodles, refreshing, yet chewy.

It should be flour made from some kind of special wheat to have such an effect.

And to be able to make such noodles, then this kind of wheat must be extremely rare.

In addition, the noodle soup and boiled eggs here, judging by the taste of the eggs and the soup, they should come from the same chicken.

And as he ate more and more of this Yangchun noodles, the aura in his body continued to grow.

It's not an ordinary chicken, is it a monster?

Thinking of this possibility, even Huadonglai himself couldn't help but be startled.

Dare to cook with demon beasts, this Boss Yang's courage is also amazing.

Isn't he afraid of being discovered by the people of the demon clan and retaliating?

Moreover, after cultivating to the realm of Monk Hua, he can still absorb this amount of aura from this dish, presumably the level of this chicken that is used as an ingredient is not low.

At least it has to be above the second order, a third-order demon beast?

Hua Donglai's eyebrows couldn't help but tremble after drinking the last mouthful of noodle soup.

That's enough to rival the realm of the Terran Monk!

But that Boss Yang, he couldn't see any aura fluctuations on his body, and he seemed to be just a mortal.

But if it's just a mortal, then how can this third-order demon beast ingredient that appeared in the noodle soup be explained?

Monk Hua is a little messy, and he is now more and more unable to see the true face of this small shop.

It seems that from the entire small shop to the food to the owner of this small shop, there is a layer of fog, and this fog, he can't see through it.

"What? A bowl of noodles is so expensive? A piece of spirit stone? Isn't this surnamed Yang crazy?"

"You see, I said it a long time ago, since his father died, this Yang boy hasn't wanted to open a store at all......"

It was still the same old man in a white shirt, his face was flushed, and he looked angry.

Facing the noisy crowd behind him, he was all down, and finally took the lead and walked out of the small shop without hesitation.

While walking away, he kept muttering the words "black shop, it's simply a black shop......

Following the old man out of the shop, there was a large group of people who followed him to join in the fun.

More than a dozen uncles and aunts were in full swing and left the small shop.

In fact, they originally joined in the fun, but now seeing that Yang Chen set the price of a bowl of noodles so expensive, they scattered in a hurry.

This saves Yang Chen's business, otherwise it would be really difficult for him to solve it when a group of old neighbors and old neighbors gather here.

It's just that in the future, the name of the Yang family's small shop, "the first black store in the imperial capital", will be confirmed.

But this is all later, and now there are only a Chinese monk who is still in this small shop, except for a hearty monk who was already eating here, there is only a woman in white who is Shengxue and the pear butcher.

For these two people, Monk Hua just glanced at them so lightly, and didn't say anything, and he didn't bother to say much.

Then he took his disdainful gaze away from the group of mortals who had scattered in a hurry, and he couldn't help but sneer in his mouth.

"Oh, a bunch of frogs at the bottom of the well are just poor worms who have never seen the world. ”

"This bowl of noodles, no matter how precious the ingredients are, just Boss Yang's craftsmanship, the price of selling a ninth-order spirit stone is more than enough!"

"How can you mortals speculate on the preciousness of such a bowl of noodles?"

In the gap between the Chinese monk talking to himself, from the kitchen of this small shop, there was a rich fragrance that came out like a storm again.

Unlike the previous aroma of chicken soup, this fragrance seems to have some spices and a wisp of egg-like fragrance......

And at this moment, not only the eyes of this Hua monk widened suddenly, but even the pear butcher sitting at the other two tables and the woman in white all changed suddenly.

This taste, this feeling, is it ......

Fourth-order demon beasts?