After about two minutes, the chef then blanched one or two slices of green lettuce in a large colander and expertly poured everything into the empty bowl on the tray.

Finally, use a large spoon to quickly scoop a spoonful of noodles into the sand tea soup pot and pour it into the bowl, and a bowl of fragrant sand tea noodles is ready. Everything in one go.

In the eyes of the chef himself, he was accustomed to it, but he stunned Song Zhiyun and said to the master: "What kind of immortal method are you, it's too fast." ”

If you want to be in the fairy world, those fairy chefs have to make a delicacy for a long time. It seems that this chef who makes sand tea noodles has deep skills. It would be nice if we invited him to the fairy world and made sand tea noodles for us.

Song Zhiyun was thinking about it, and the chef reminded them: "Don't worry, this is ripe." It's done, it's hot! You need minced garlic, coriander, peanuts, etc., and add them yourself over there. ”

"Okay, thank you, master." Xiaolu carefully picked up the chassis containing the sand tea noodles.

Song Zhiyun, who was relieved, suddenly said to the chef: "Master, can you go to heaven to help me make sand tea noodles?" ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone was stunned.

"What?" The master thought that he was old and deaf, so he asked again.

"Can you go to heaven and help me make sand tea noodles, I will guarantee your immortality." Song Zhiyun repeated it again.

Realizing that he had heard correctly, the master put the big spoon and funnel to the side, and said angrily, "What's the matter with you?" Are you the Song Immortal Queen of Heaven? I'm only in my early fifties, and you're cursing me to death!"

Song Zhiyun asked in surprise, "How do you know that I am the Song Immortal Queen?" ”

As soon as these words came out, the people who heard them stopped, put down the chopsticks in their hands, turned their heads, and condemned Song Zhiyun one after another.

"Is this man sick? How so? One said.

"Looks like a human being." Another said.

Seeing that the scene was about to get out of control, Xiaolu hurriedly explained: "Master, don't be angry. That's right, we opened a restaurant in the field called "Paradise". My mother is the proprietress and everyone calls her 'Queen Song'. ”

Xiaolu continued: "My mother means that you are good at making sand tea noodles, please come to our restaurant as a chef, and make sure that you can't do it when you are old." ”

"Yes, yes." Song Zhiyun hurriedly added embarrassedly, eager to get into the cracks in the ground.

Everyone inside suddenly burst out laughing, I see.

"I see." This chef is also honest and honest, and he is not annoyed after listening to the explanation.

"You poached the master, where are we going to eat authentic sand tea noodles?" A young man next to him said.

"Could it be that one day I will hang up and go to heaven to eat!" Another young man quipped.

Hahaha, another burst of laughter. At this time, the fragrance of sand tea was accompanied by laughter, and it was sweeter than a sound.

"I, ah, was born and grew up in Egret City. I'm not used to going anywhere else, and I won't go for a high salary. The chef said firmly. The master has not forgotten his original intention, and he is determined to be rooted here from generation to generation.

"Big brother chef, then we can rest assured. You're leaving, we really can't eat authentic and cheap sand tea noodles like yours. A middle-aged woman in her thirties said.

"yes, yes. Everyone responded.

"That's a pity! We can't force it. Song Zhiyun said regretfully, knowing that this could not be forced.

The misunderstanding was solved, and everyone continued to enjoy their own food alone. And the chef used the same technique to make them another sand tea noodle, only this time in a fast food box, the one packed.

In just two minutes, two of their servings were cooked.

The chef reminded them again: "There are various flavors of spices over there, add them yourself." ”

"Master, what about the dessert? Is it good to be spicy? Is it better to be thicker? Or is it better to play it down? Song Zhiyun asked.

The master paused and replied, "According to your own preferences." The chef didn't have time to talk to them, so he kept cooking the next one.

She and Xiaolu were still at a loss. At this time, an unknown old lady sitting on the side looked up and said, "There is no marking, just like it." ”

"Oh." She and Xiaolu seem to understand whether they understand or not.

They took the still hot sand tea noodles and walked to the place where the spices were placed, and they added a little peanuts, minced garlic, coriander and so on.

With this addition, the hot aroma brought out by the hot air coming out of the sand tea noodles is even worse, and it is simply fragrant. They couldn't wait to sit down at an empty table.

Song Zhiyun asked Xiaolu to bring an empty bowl, evenly out half of the sand tea noodles for her, and said, "Pack the eight of them to eat, and we will divide this bowl." ”

"You and the seven sisters come back once, leave them some more. I'm here, and I have a lot of opportunities to eat. Xiaolu said, spreading out some of the contents of her bowl into the box.

She felt that what Xiaolu said was reasonable, and she was not polite, and said, "Okay, then let's eat quickly!" I wonder where they are in line? ”

She first picked up a piece and gently put it in her mouth, is it sweet? Is it salty? Is it Sin's? Is it spicy? …… It doesn't seem to be either, and it seems to have both. She was thinking about it, and when she couldn't think of it, she frowned.

Isn't it tasty? Or is it not to taste? Xiaolu saw that Song Zhiyun frowned and didn't speak, just chewed slowly, and picked up a piece and carefully put it in her mouth to savor it.

This thick sand tea flavor is sweet and refreshing, sweet but not greasy, and fills the whole mouth. What a treat on the tip of the tongue!

"Ah, I figured it out!" Song Zhiyun suddenly screamed. This scream startled Xiaolu and almost choked her, coughing violently a few times.

She looked at Xiaolu's embarrassed appearance, patted her back and said with concern, "I'm scared of you, child!" ”

After a pause, she smiled and said, "I was just thinking about what this sand tea noodle tastes like, and I can't think of it." Later, I thought that it should be sweet, sour, bitter, spicy and salty. How should this describe her? ”

She searched her stomach and thought of an apt word to describe it.

"Sand tea?" She and Xiaolu burst out at the same time, and then looked at each other and smiled.

At this time, the old lady just now had just finished eating her sand tea noodles.

After listening to their conversation, I said to them: "Girl, this sand tea noodles are like five flavors of life, there are sweet, sour, bitter, spicy and salty, but a little sweeter." Only by always maintaining a peaceful mind can we face life calmly and truly feel the sweetness of life. ”

As she spoke, she slowly got up and walked towards the door, leaving a sentence, "I often come to eat sand tea noodles just to remind myself of this truth." ”

Seeing the old lady go out, they silently ate sand tea noodles and tasted the old lady's words, and seemed to understand something.

At this time, Song Zhiyun herself didn't even notice that the magic mirror had quietly injected a little energy into her blood through Shacha noodles.