"Qi Zhi, you lead me, come here, what are you doing?"

"Ma Yang, this noodle restaurant, the taste, it's really good!"

Outside the Qingfeng noodle restaurant, there are several supercars parked, which are extremely cool.

The first to get out of the car was He Qizhi, who was dressed in a white suit, followed by the little fat man Shu Jijiao.

The last one to get off the bus was Song Mayang, who was unwilling and unwilling, and was pulled by He Qizhi as one of the members of the Hongyun Supercar Club.

"Qi Zhi, is this the noodle shop? That's too low, isn't it? ”

Song Mayang frowned, his face was quite ugly.

Usually, he doesn't go in and out of high-end restaurants and hotels that day. Today, it's good, I actually want him, deign to enter, what a broken noodle restaurant.

"Qi Zhi, I expected that Song Mayang would have such an expression, you don't regret it now, bring him over!!"

Shu Ji's arm rubbed it, He Qizhi.

"Ma Yang, don't look at it, the taste is really good, can you still believe it, do you have He Qizhi's taste?"

He Qizhi lifted the frame in embarrassment.

"Okay, today, just rush, Qi Zhi, what you say, this noodle restaurant, I'm going to decide. Even if it's the Longtan Tiger's Den, I will definitely break through. ”

Song Mayang, the first, walked into the door of the noodle restaurant.

But immediately, in the noodle restaurant, the dilapidated environment, and the extremely ordinary hygiene, made him, even more, not believe, that this is a noodle restaurant worth recommending.

At this time, there are not many customers in the noodle restaurant, but they are all savoring the taste and not talking.

When there are more people, there is a shortage of tables.

He Qizhi and the three of them were forced to gather at a table.

"Shu is extremely poor, you sit there a little, it's too crowded."

As soon as Song Mayang stretched his shoulders, he bumped into Shu Jiji.

The already bad mood is even worse.

He shouldn't have listened to He Qizhi's words so hastily.

"What can I do? I'm all next to the wall. ”

Shu was extremely poor, said indignantly, and cast an unhappy gaze.

"Alright, alright, squeeze, it's nothing."

He Qizhi beckoned to Lin Lan, who was sending noodles out.

"You're here again, what do you want today?"

After Lin Lan finished delivering the noodles, he walked to the distinguished guests of the noodle restaurant.

These rich second generations are not at all, ordinary guests, comparable. Before, Huo Xinghe and the three of them, the 1500 consumed, can still be vividly remembered.

"Let's serve three bowls of tomato egg noodles and six servings of braised beef!"

"One bowl per person, that's enough to eat, so that other people, when they see it, think that we can't even afford to eat a bowl of noodles! At least one person, two bowls!! ”

As soon as He Qizhi said a bowl, Shu Jicha hurriedly interjected.

"Don't, don't, I just want a bowl, I don't have much appetite."

Song Mayang added with an ugly face.

"Okay, five bowls of tomato egg noodles, six servings of braised beef, come right away."

Lin Lan smiled faintly and didn't say anything more.

New customers, inevitably, will be a little unappetizing.

But when, they eat the first bite of noodles, and their appetite is naturally opened.

There are quite a lot of guests in the noodle restaurant, and Lin Lan wears many hats, which greatly slows down the speed of each bowl of hand-rolled noodles and the meal.

Waiting for He Qizhi's three of them to deliver five portions of noodles and six portions of beef to the table, the time has passed, nearly forty minutes.

Shu Jicha held his mobile phone and swiped the peachy news abroad. He Qizhi flipped through an electronic book with great interest. Only Song Mayang, frowning, worked hard to arrange the things that their company was responsible for.

The day after tomorrow, that is, the city's "pasta competition", Song Mayang, the company he manages, will be fully responsible for this matter, and he will act as a judge.

Although this is not, it is not a big deal, but Song Mayang understands very well that in the past few years, Luteng City has been playing a business card with food.

Several parliamentarians also paid some attention to this competition.

"Your face is not enough, you can call me."

Lin Lan made three trips in batches and sent hand-rolled noodles and braised beef.

The last bowl of noodles was also placed in front of Song Mayang.

The attractive aroma of noodles immediately attracted Song Mayang's attention.

"This noodle, why, has a shiny!!"

Song Mayang picked up the chopsticks and immediately picked them.

It's not a reflection of light, it's really shiny.

"It's amazing! However, its taste is even more amazing!! ”

Lin Lan's fingers lightly tapped the dining table, and the corners of his mouth curved a little.

"What does he say? What exactly does that mean!! ”

Song Mayang wanted to ask, but found that Lin Lan had already left.

"Ma Yang, you don't have an appetite, you can eat some."

He Qizhi tossed the tomato egg noodles and took a sip.

But as soon as he ate it, he noticed that the taste was wrong.

Once upon a time, it was the sour aroma of tomatoes mixed with the aroma of eggs, and the delicious texture of noodles mixed with the wheat aroma.

But now, it turned out to become, a wonderful taste.

This taste...... He Qizhi, for a while, couldn't express it in words, but felt that this was exactly the taste he needed.

Suddenly, a flash of lightning struck He Qizhi's mind.

This taste, where it came from, he finally, remembered.

When he was a child, his parents went to the city to start a business, and he was left at home, taken care of by his elderly grandmother, alone.

In order to make him have an appetite to eat, Grandma will always change her tricks every day to make what he likes to eat.

But since his grandmother passed away ten years ago, He Qizhi has never eaten it again, and he almost forgot the taste of his grandmother's cooking.

"It's so delicious, it's ......"

Shu was extremely poor, and suddenly, left tears.

Today, this bowl of noodles was actually eaten, once a, the neighbor's big sister's mother, the taste of cooking.

Simply, he missed it so much!!

"Isn't it! Are they like this? ”

Song Mayang, in surprise, looked at He Qizhi and Shu Jijiao.

What kind of magic does this hand-rolled dough have?

It can make the eater cry, the smell heartbreak, and the viewer sad.

"It's delicious, woo......"

Shu is extremely poor, crying and eating, and has no qualifications of the rich second generation.

"Very bad, don't cry, let's wipe our tears and eat again!!"

Song Mayang took out a few tissues and handed them to Shu Jicha.

"Uh......h Thank you...... Woo......"

Song Mayang, afraid that Shu's tears would splash on his hands, hurriedly pulled them back.

At the same time, I was looking forward to the taste of this hand-rolled dough more and more.

"Huh? This ......"

When Song Mayang ate the first bite of noodles, his taste buds seemed to be greatly enjoyed, and his shrinking appetite suddenly opened.

"Whew...... Whew......"

Before you know it, a bowl of egg noodles with tomatoes.

All of them were eaten into the stomach by Song Mayang.

"Wait, why am I? Will eat so fast!! ”

Song Mayang couldn't believe that the noodles made by this small dilapidated noodle restaurant could satisfy his picky appetite.