Jiang Gui knocked on the table impatiently and said: "Old man, don't pretend, a Tianji ninja, with the heart of a thirty-year-old young man, you have to pretend to be an old man who is about to die, I am tired of seeing it, you have to pretend again, I won't even eat noodles, let's start fighting directly." ”

The old man picked up the tray slowly and methodically, and stood up little by little, as if a little faster, the muscles and bones of his body would not be able to bear it and break.

When he finally stood up straight, he slowly turned his head, looked at Jiang Gui's table, and slowly spoke: "Do you fight, the old man can't, but he knows how to make noodles, if anyone can make noodles and win me, the scrap iron will be given to whoever it is." Aren't you here for that piece of scrap metal?"

Jiang Gui smiled: "Refreshing! But I don't know how to make noodles, so I asked my daughter-in-law if she could make noodles." He turned his head to look at Xue Cheng, "Daughter-in-law, your noodle making skills must be worse than this old man, right?"

Xue Cheng has a toothache, Jiang Lin, who is full of scheming, and Jiang Xue, who is elegant and courteous, how can there be such a two-hundred-and-five-to-sour ancestor?

Xue Cheng finally didn't have the courage to take a sip of tea from the dirty porcelain cup, pinched his fingers and said, "But are you sure that the old man will talk and count, and if he loses, he will obediently give you the fragments of the Open Heaven Axe?"

Jiang Gui smiled arrogantly: "Hahaha, delay time, anyone who delays my time has become a big dung." Although I don't like to kill old men, I will never let procrastination people live until dawn because of my hobby. ”

This kind of arrogant and handsome, capable, talented, capable, and background crazy and cool man is often the male protagonist of many romances, but every time Xue Cheng sees this kind of person, he can't help but think of a crazy old bachelor at the entrance of the village when he was a child, wearing shorts in winter and cotton jackets in summer, with long hair fluttering all year round, completely ignoring the world's eyes, and opening his mouth is **** is his uncle, Qi # Mountain is his brother, and Ke # Qiang is his little Yunyun......

Xue Cheng re-tied his shoelaces, looked at the old man who walked back to the kitchen with the dog on his back and said, "But it's hard to reconcile, what can you use to judge who makes the more delicious noodles?"

Jiang Gui patted his chest and said unashamedly: "Of course I am the judge, I am the best gourmand in the world, and my judgment is accurate to every grain of food!"

Jiang Xue, who has been quietly and being everyone's beautiful and well-behaved baby, couldn't help but cover her face, and almost drew a line in public: I have nothing to do with this crazy and cool man!

What everyone didn't expect was that in such a fair competition, the old man who would be judged as a loser by the "judges" turned around with his back around his back, and arched his hand at Xue Cheng: "Then, please ask this friend from Huaxia to have a competition with me, you can use all the things in my kitchen as you like." ”

Xue Cheng stood up, saluted the old man back, and said to Jiang Xue beside him: "Xiaoxue, you come to cook for me." ”

Jiang Xue was just about to get up, Jiang Gui reached out and pressed on his shoulder and said, "What kind of helper do you need to make home-cooked noodles?" Besides, my own grandson, it's too late for me to love, where can I let him suffer a little hurt, and I won't touch a single hair of his hair, right, good grandson?"

Where would Xue Cheng believe this guy in his heart? His own son hated him to the bone, and he wanted to kill him at all costs, stubbornly and frantically, how could he have a little pity for such a so-called bloodline who had never met since birth?

However, surrounded by ninjas from the island country, CGS members with high-tech lethal weapons on the opposite side, and an old man who is at least a tengoku ninja not far away, in such a chaotic situation, it is obviously not a wise choice to fight Jiang Gui first.

Jiang Xue's analysis of the situation was obviously clearer and more accurate than Xue Cheng's, he raised his face and smiled at Xue Cheng: "Mom, don't worry about going to learn the noodle making skills with that old gentleman, I'll chat with the old man, I'm very curious about Dad's childhood." Dad never talked about his childhood. ”

Seeing his son encouraging himself with a relaxed smile, Xue Cheng nodded and walked to the kitchen with a calm heart. Xue Cheng, who walked over, didn't see the haze that flashed in Jiang Gui's eyes.

Jiang Gui withdrew the hand on Jiang Xue's shoulder and said lazily: "Little rabbit cub, what do you want to hear? Listen to your Lao Tzu being beaten when he was a child, or listen to me beat my wife when I get drunk?"

Jiang Xue said seriously: "I want to hear it, I want to hear all the past of my surname Jiang." ”

Jiang Gui smiled disdainfully: "The origin of the surname Jiang, you are much better than asking this big rascal, I only know that my father's surname is Jiang, I will follow the surname Jiang, my son naturally I follow my surname Jiang, as for you, rabbit cub, what is your surname, it is my business?"

Jiang Xue was not affected by Jiang Gui's arrogant and hooligan attitude, and said quietly: "I have seen my father's hometown, it is Fenglin Town, did you live in that town back then?

His voice carried the penetrating power of memory, subtly evoking the deepest and purest seed in people's memories, making Jiang Gui's heart involuntarily go back to the past, to the picturesque Fenglin Town.

"When my parents died, they left me three bungalows on the side of the street, and when I was in middle school, I lived alone in those three dilapidated houses, and in that chaotic era, I had a red cloth strip wrapped around my arm, and I followed the team to go south and north to engage in tandem, and my debauched youth left nothing except for the love of a group of women......" Jiang Gui looked at Jiang Xue's youthful face, and seemed to return to his youth.

"So, in your memory, have you never cared about people and things?" Jiang Xue's voice seemed to come from the eternal world.

"Of course there are things you care about, good wine, singing about wine, how much is life? Be generous and unforgettable. How can we solve our worries? Only Du Kang ...... Young man, you have successfully aroused my drinking interest, and I will take you to drink in a while!" Jiang Gui's expression was flamboyant, as if there was nothing in this world except himself.

Jiang Xue sighed sadly, for his poor father. Dad can grow up healthy and not be ruined by this man, what a strong heart he needs to have!

Xue Cheng walked into the old man's kitchen, which was unexpectedly clean and tidy, not at all like the kitchen that a dirty small shop should have.

The two boards were placed opposite each other, and the old man stretched out his hand tremblingly and said, "Please." ”

Xue Cheng walked into the kitchen and stood in front of a chopping board.

The old man walked into the kitchen and said, "You can use everything in the kitchen." ”

Xue Cheng nodded: "Thank you." ”

The old man slowly took a clay pot with noodles, split the scoop with a gourd, dug a scoop of noodles, poured it into the clay pot, transferred warm water, and began to mix the noodles slowly.

Except for his slow movements, Xue Cheng didn't find anything strange about the old man making noodles, and the viewer was bored when the old man made noodles. Xue Cheng walked under the faucet, washed his hands, took a clay pot, dug out a scoop of noodles with a scoop, also adjusted out warm water, and began to mix noodles.

When the water was poured into the noodles and stirred gently, Xue Cheng thought that he and the old man made noodles in exactly the same steps, and the old man did not hold the dough and stroke it at all like his apprentice Yamamoto. So, what does the old man's noodles rely on to make them so delicious that diners on the Internet are full of praise after eating them?

While kneading the noodles, Xue Cheng recalled the comments of diners on the Internet on the old man's noodles, some said that his noodles were crisp and delicious, some said that his noodles were warm and sweet, some said that his noodles had deep connotations, and some said that his noodles had a bitter aftertaste with twists and turns......

So the question is, what exactly does the old man's noodles taste like, and why does it taste different from one person to another?

Xue Cheng kneaded the dough until it was smooth and round, put it on the cutting board, covered it with plastic wrap, and began to rise.

Look at the old man again, he is still seriously and meticulously kneading the dough, that kind of serious attitude, not like making noodles, but understanding life, or, he really regards making noodles as his own life, he is noodles, noodles are him, from birth, growth, adulthood, aging, to death......

Xue Cheng suddenly understood that Yamamoto junior high school made noodles as a lover, and this old man made noodles as his own, looking for the way of his life and the way of ninjutsu in making noodles......

Xue Cheng could only sigh, this old man was really a genius in the noodle world, and he had stepped out of his own noodle path!

After comprehending the old man's noodle way, Xue Cheng was carefully observing the old man's noodle life today, and he was doing it very carefully and seriously, as if he wanted to live his real life in noodles.

Xue Cheng was a little confused, this old man only made noodles all his life, noodles were all he had, and he had already stepped out of the way of noodle ninjutsu. If she can't win against this old man in terms of noodle-making skills alone, what should she do?

She began to look at the old man's noodle life in a daze......

Outside the wooden house, a few guests, ordinary guests.

"It's full again, it's not today's turn. ”

"There are not too many people, it should be the turn soon, there are much fewer people than Daddy Song's noodle shop, at least there is no queue. ”

"You must be here for the first time, this chef is very slow to make noodles and can't serve a few customers a day. ”

......

The guests talked a few words and walked away.

Noodles are noodles, one of the foods of human beings, as food, to meet two requirements, first, nutrition, used to maintain life, second, delicious, only in line with the taste of human aesthetics, noodles will be included in food, not medicine.

Therefore, whether you make noodles as a lover or make noodles as a different kind of life than yourself, you are forgetting the original intention of noodles.

Therefore, my noodles must not forget the original intention and stop at the best! Make the most delicious and nutritious noodles.

After staying long enough, Xue Cheng finally moved, and the noodles began to fly, flying towards the most delicious path.

Xue Cheng was observing the old man making noodles, and the old man was also observing and understanding her way of making noodles, he didn't care about this challenger at first, and then he was disdainful, but now, he is dignified, and the other party's noodle skills, from noodles to slippery noodles, have been comprehending and advancing.

The noodles are finally out of the pot, here in Xue Cheng, it is still clear soup noodles, and the old man made a finely chopped bamboo shoot as a side dish.

The old man served four small portions of his noodles, and Xue Cheng also served four small portions of his own noodles.

Putting it on the tray, the two of them each walked out of the kitchen with their own noodles and came to Jiang Gui and Jiang Xue's table.

For four people, each of them will take one copy of each of the two items.

It was clear that the two of them didn't use any natural treasures to make noodles, but the people at the other tables felt that the noodles were so fragrant that people couldn't stop swallowing their saliva.

Jiang Gui picked up a bowl of noodles without paying attention, picked up chopsticks, snorted, ate a noodle in a few bites, and then commented: "It's not delicious, this noodle reminds me of an unpleasant experience, bad review!"

Then, he picked up another bowl, snorted, ate a few bites, smashed it and said, "Well, this noodle is not bad, it looks like eating noodles." He even drank the soup dry, put down the bowl and said to Xue Cheng, "I want to know earlier that your cooking is so delicious, Jiang Lin dares to divorce you, I will directly screw his leg." Then, he looked at the old man again, "Now, if you want to lose, this judge will judge you to lose, and hand over the scrap iron." ”

The old man didn't pay attention to him at all, picked up a pair of chopsticks by himself, trembled his hands, picked up the noodles he made, and began to taste them slowly and carefully.

He ate slowly, thinking as he ate. Jiang Gui was impatient, but in the end he didn't break out, and waited for the old man to eat slowly.

After the old man finished eating the noodles he made, he sat for a while, took the noodles made by Xue Cheng, and began to eat slowly, the more he ate, the more his wrinkled face stretched. After eating the noodles made by Xue Cheng, the breath on his body began to rise.

"It's too cheap, this old man!" Jiang Gui muttered, very dissatisfied.

Xue Cheng lowered his head to eat noodles, and carefully felt the life in the old man's noodles, some of which were magnificent and some of which were tasteless, this should be the noodles he made at the highest level at present.

As the aura on the old man's body climbed, there seemed to be layers of shackles in his body falling down, shattering and disappearing. The old man's body was like water waves, wrinkles were gradually smoothed out, his rickety body gradually straightened, even his hair was shiny, and his appearance became that of a middle-aged man.

After the breath finally stabilized, a long whistle came out of the old man's mouth.

The ninjas of the island nation were all happy, and their first ninja finally broke through the bottleneck and was promoted again, which was of great significance to the entire island nation.

Before the end of the old man's long whistle fell, Jiang Gui impatiently knocked on the table: "Have you tossed enough? If you lose, admit defeat and give the scrap iron to my daughter-in-law." ”

The old man bowed deeply to Xue Cheng: "Thank you, my noodle life has encountered a bottleneck, and I can't break the dead cycle of various life settings for a long time. According to the agreement, this scrap metal is yours. ”