A pot of noodles was slowly cooked, and the young man stared at the noodles and asked in a low voice: "Wait a minute, my father said that the noodles should be rolled three times, and the outer cooked core is white, and when you get to the bowl, let the hot air in the bowl cook the noodles last, so that the noodles are the most refreshing." ”

Yun Feng looked at the young man's engrossed cooking of noodles, and scooped up noodles in an unfamiliar way.

The little dough could be boiled into a bowl, which he divided into two portions and poured the consommé on top.

"Guest, your face." The boy brought the noodles over.

The noodles are hot, and the knife-cut noodles of the Dakang Dynasty are just plain noodles, although there is no embellishment, but there is a little more mellow fragrance in the countryside.

It seems that a noodle restaurant has really opened, and there are customers who come to the store to eat noodles.

Yun Feng took out the bamboo tube from his pocket, poured a little bit into the soup, and suddenly the rich umami spread.

The young man sniffed the smell of the sea in surprise: "What kind of spice is this, it is so sweet." ”

Yun Feng smiled: "Secret recipe." ”

"Oh." The boy replied, he was not interested in exploring other people's secret recipes, and was about to turn back.

Suddenly, I felt my hands sinking.

But it was Yun Feng who took out three pennies from his pocket and patted them on the young man's hand: "Plain noodles and sanwen, the price of Wang's foot shop on Zhengyang Street." ”

The young man looked at the three copper plates in his hand in a daze, this was the first time in his life that he had earned money with his own hands.

"Guest officer, I bought a total of two taels of white noodles, and these two taels of white noodles together are not worth three pennies." The boy said.

Yun Feng said: "But you carefully selected the white noodles, picked the freshest wild vegetables, and added the two small shrimps you caught, in my eyes, he is worth three cents." ”

The young man was silent, he looked at the copper plate in his hand, and his tears couldn't be stopped: "If you give me these three cents earlier, I will make noodles and sell them to make money." ”

Yun Feng said: "You can also do it in the future." ”

The boy choked: "This is my last bowl of noodles, I thought that after I ate it, I would be able to become a full ghost, and if I could become a ghost when I died, I would be able to go to the prison to see my father." ”

His voice grew quieter and quieter, but tears grew more and more, dripping to the ground.

Yun Feng took a sip of hot soup and pointed behind him impatiently: "If you want to see your father, you don't have to go to prison, and you don't have to die." ”

The boy was even more sad, and tears couldn't stop flowing.

"Maybe you'll be able to see your dad when you look back?" After Yun Feng finished speaking, he sucked a mouthful of thick soup fiercely.

The umami flavor fills the mouth, like a seafood soup drunk in a previous life.

But it's really bland.

"It would be nice if there was soy sauce and aged vinegar." Yun Feng whispered.

Behind him, the young man subconsciously looked up into the distance.

Ban Fu was wearing the tattered clothes, his face was full of stains but he couldn't help but smile, he looked at the son in front of him.

It's been more than two years, and I haven't seen him in two years.

"Xiaolou." Ban Fu shouted.

The boy ran over like crazy and hugged Ban Fu.

"Daddy!"

The father and son hugged each other, and Ban Fu looked at the child who had grown up.

After Yun Feng had eaten half a bowl of noodles, the two separated.

Ban Xiaolou wiped away his tears: "Dad, come and eat noodles, I made it." ”

He trotted over to the pot and served all the noodles for Ban Fu.

As if offering treasure, he brought the noodles to Ban Fu: "Dad, you eat." ”

Ban Fu shook his empty sleeves and held the noodles up with his arms, with a smile on his face, his head was already full of sweat, and drops of blood soaked through his sleeves.

Ban Xiaolou looked at his father expectantly, wanting to watch his father eat his bowl of noodles, and wanted to hand the chopsticks in his hand to Ban Fu.

But he didn't see his father pour out and take the chopsticks in his hand.

Gradually, he seemed to find a problem.

"Alas!" Yun Feng sighed and gestured to Han Wenyuan with his eyes.

Han Wenyuan, who was standing on the side and watching and was about to cry, hurriedly ran over and took the rice bowl from Ban Fu's hand.

Ban Xiaolou looked at his father's hands in a daze: "Dad, what's wrong with your hands." ”

Ban Fu smiled: "Silly boy, your father and I can come out alive, and it is the greatest blessing to see you, these hands are in prison." ”

As if thinking of something, Ban Fu took Ban Xiaolou to Yun Feng's front and kicked Ban Xiaolou's knee: "This is your father's benefactor, your father and I are useless with both hands, and I can't repay the kindness to my benefactor, in the future, you will help your father repay this kindness, you can't die or live." ”

These words are not only to let Ban Xiaolou repay his kindness, but also to prevent him from committing suicide, or to avenge him.

Ban Xiaolou understood it, he turned his head to Ban Fu and said, "Dad, then your hands are abolished." ”

Ban Fu was silent, so hateful, it can be described as monstrous, but he can't harm his own children.

At this time, I heard Yun Feng in front of me say in a flat voice: "Since you have knelt down, then make up for the three worships and nine knocks, and it will be justified to pass on your skills in the future, as for the old dog who is still rich, I will naturally teach you a lesson." ”

Ban Xiaolou turned his head and looked at the man in front of him in shock, he just thought that this was a nearby passer-by at first, thinking that he was going to die anyway, it was better to learn from his father to greet a guest, just like playing with his friends when he was a child.

But the scene in front of him made him somewhat confused, why did he want to help him avenge himself and pass on his skills?

Those who can receive three bows and nine knocks are the only ones in the Dakang Dynasty.

And on extremely important occasions.

He was still stunned, but Ban Fu behind him couldn't help it, and kicked Ban Xiaolou's ass: "You kid want to fart?" Hurry up and worship! ”

This is the seventh aunt of the Han family, and this is his life-saving benefactor.

What did the seventh room of the Han family do to save him?

It can only be the reopening of the Fan Tower!

Why did he accept his son as an apprentice, isn't there a son like him who can teach his son the ability to do his job?

This uncle accepted his son as a master, Ban Fu didn't understand it, but this good thing is difficult to find with lanterns, and he will have a meal in this life in the future.

At this time, I saw my son kneeling there stunned, and said with hatred: "Bye! ”

I haven't seen my father for many years, and Ban Xiaolou still has some things that he hasn't figured out, but he listens to his father's words.

The grace of saving the father, not to mention three bows and nine knocks, this kindness should be for a lifetime.

Ban Xiaolou gritted his teeth, knocked three times on the spot, and then knocked again.

It is a five-body gift.

In this era of great importance to etiquette, if you perform this ceremony, you will enter Yunfeng's door.

After the three bows and nine knocks, Yun Feng looked at the child with a smile, and took out the bamboo tube from his sleeve pocket: "I am here to teach you a few classic dishes, this seasoning can make you use it longer, as for how to use it, then ask your father." ”

Ban Xiaolou took the bamboo tube and looked back at Ban Fu in a daze.

Ban Fu gave him another kick: "Scream! Call the master! ”

Ban Xiaolou reacted and said, "Master! ”