Mid-July is the hardest day of summer.

The scorching sun scorched the earth, and cracks were paved on the cracked concrete road. This is an old road, I don't know how many years it has not been repaired, and the cracks caused by aging reveal the scorched yellow earth, and this hot ghost weather will squeeze out the last drop of water in the ground.

The aging concrete road stretches forward, and further inside is an equally old street, mostly with small buildings of two or three stories. Such neighborhoods are rare in the new era, shrouded in the shadow of skyscrapers, and seem so out of place.

There are two kinds of people who live in this kind of place: first, those who have lived here since childhood, have no ability to leave, and look forward to demolition and relocation for a bigger house, and second, those who live extremely unsatisfactory and have no place to live except for this kind of place. The place is shabby, and the rent is cheap to match.

Anyway, this is a broken place that is almost derailed from the world, and normal people don't want to stay here.

Since the Azure Star entered the interstellar age, such aging areas have gradually decreased, and today, there are very few such places, and some scholars even want to list this place in the "intangible cultural heritage". However, that plan did not pass, and the place was always to be demolished.

This old street has a name to match, Tupo Street.

"Tupo Street" three big characters printed on a broken wooden sign, the wooden sign does not know how many pieces have been replaced, and later heard that it will be demolished, and the street management office is too lazy to change.

The wooden signs that have been subjected to wind, frost, rain and snow are also dilapidated, and the three words "Tupo Street" that have lost their paint can be vaguely seen.

Beneath the wooden plaque are two rusty iron pillars, so badly corroded that they look like they are ready to collapse at any moment, making them a veritable high-risk structure.

However, it is such a dilapidated old street, and there is an incomprehensible scene: hundreds of flying luxury cars are parked on both sides of the street, and in the center of the street is a long queue of people, and there are all kinds of people in that crowd, ordinary people in plain clothes, high-ranking people in suits and leather shoes, and even interstellar warriors in thin armor!

Such a scene can only be seen in the busiest areas of the metropolis, but it is a little puzzling that it appears on this old street. Maybe the arrival of those people in suits can still be understood, but the arrival of interstellar warriors will attract passers-by to look sideways and speculate.

Interstellar warriors are a new profession that emerged after human beings stepped into the interstellar world, and they used ancient martial arts as the foundation to practice various magical methods to achieve the purpose of martial arts into the interstellar world.

Those interstellar martial artists who have cultivated have become dragons and phoenixes among people, who can fly in the air, fly into the stars by relying on their physical bodies, and survive in extremely harsh environments.

According to legend, those who are among the best in the interstellar world can smash the planet with one punch...... It is conceivable how powerful the interstellar warriors are and what kind of status they have.

There is a saying that "where there are interstellar warriors, there is glory!"

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If there are people who don't understand the situation in Lao Cai, they will come forward and ask, "Hey, buddy, what's going on up front?"

The person who was questioned happened to be a resident of Lao Cai. He will clear his throat and then tell you in a loud voice, "These are all noodles from us! No fuss, you'll get used to seeing more!"

"Eat noodles, come to such an old street...... What noodles are so delicious that even interstellar warriors can try them?"

At this time, the residents of the old street will glare at the visitors and shout, "Tubaozi, you don't even know Tupo Street, you don't even know the noodle restaurant on Tupo Street, you don't even watch the live broadcast!"

As the old resident said, live streaming has become a popular entertainment program across the galaxy today, and since the blue star brought this project to the stars, more and more intelligent beings like this way of showing themselves.

The Jupiters like to live stream when they give birth (i.e., bear fruit), believing that it will be a great way to record the most important moments of their lives. Curious other beings will go to see how the Treants give birth!

It is said that the tree man at that time was very popular, but later the Interstellar Federation began to regulate live broadcasting, and giving birth to children belonged to the category of banned live broadcasting, and the Zhi Jupiter was gradually forgotten by interstellar netizens.

The rules of live broadcast are becoming more and more strict, and it is becoming more and more difficult to become popular by relying on strange ways.

It was in such an environment where the whole interstellar broadcast began, and there was a strange person in Tupo Street, who was on fire!

Of course, he is not the kind of "big interstellar anchor" who is popular all over the stars, but just a "small city anchor" who is quite famous in this city.

That's all, this is enough for the neighbors of Laojie to brag, if you want to be an anchor in this era, you are either a person with great luck or real power.

The one in front of him is a capable person who combines luck and strength, if he is not popular, it is difficult!

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Walking along the long line of coiled up, you can see a small store at the end.

The storefront is indeed small, pitifully small, if there is a partition in a small shop of fifty or sixty square meters, in front of which is a store for entertaining guests, seven or eight simple long tables are crowded in a row, there is a feeling of returning to the pre-interstellar era - at that time, the roadside shops were like this, small places, a few simple tables and chairs, get some barbecue skewers, come to two draft beers, you can eat to your heart's content, this kind of small shop also had a common name at that time, called food stalls.

The front of the small shop was already small enough, but now it is bustling with people, and these many people are crowded together, and there is a feeling that the store is going to be crowded. It's the kind of thing that will suddenly "bang" and the whole store will blow up.

There were dozens of people crammed into the small space, all sweating and panting, as if they were in a war. As long as you walk into this store, no matter what your identity is, you have no demeanor and etiquette, you just want to squeeze to the front and buy a noodle to eat!

Even interstellar warriors are no exception, and those with a violent temper will shout "Get out of the way!" or Lao Tzu will beat someone!", but no one will pay attention to him, but all the old customers know that there is no status in the noodle restaurant, only noodle eaters and noodle makers.

The noodle eater is that you squeeze me, I squeeze your bits, you can't move roughly, the method is as you like, you can grab the position, you eat, you can't grab the position...... Sorry, I'll come back tomorrow. But if you can't grab it today, there is a high chance that you won't be able to eat it tomorrow, because the noodle restaurant only sells 100 servings of noodles a day.

As for the noodle maker, it is the chef brother inside, the owner of the noodle restaurant, Lin Xiaotian.

The storefront is separated from the kitchen by a glass wall, so people from the outside can clearly see what the inside looks like.

The kitchen was as simple as the storefront outside, an old-fashioned stove that relied on natural gas for cooking, and a large cauldron on the stove, the water in which was boiling and the steam condensed into pillars.

Such a kitchen is like a big steamer, and in such a hot summer, it is the middle of the day, and the scorching sun is on the head, it can almost steam people into jerky.

Lin Xiaotian was not affected at all, and he couldn't see much sweat on his body, only fine beads of sweat hanging on his forehead, and those beads of sweat were not because of the temperature of the kitchen, but because of the exhaustion of concentration.

The so-called calm heart is naturally cool, a qualified chef will never feel the heat next to the stove.

This young man looks about seventeen or eighteen years old, has just faded the immaturity of youth, has a small velvet whisker at the corner of his mouth, fair skin, can be said to be handsome, but it is not the feeling of being extremely handsome, it can only be said that it is very attractive, and the more he looks at it, the more he feels that he has a special charm.

Half of this charm comes from his streamlined figure, the boy wears a sleeveless shirt, and his bare arms are strong and powerful, not the kind of explosive muscles, but the unique fluidity of the yellow race, like the lines of a sports car, solid, full of explosive power that does not match the appearance.

The charm of the other half comes from the young man's eyes, focused eyes, his dark eyes staring at the dough in his hand, meticulous, every pinching, kneading, are just right, more is too much, less is not good.

It is said that men who concentrate on work are the most handsome, and sure enough, the current Lin Xiaotian is in such a state.

His kneading technique is very peculiar, the knuckles of his fingers seem to dance on the dough, every twist can make the dough full of vitality, in his hands, the dough seems to have life, not he is kneading, but the dough is struggling.

Every joint in the boy's hand is twisting, or holding, pinching, or topping, this technique seems to have a deep meaning, a bit like ...... Ancient martial arts?

The dough kept beating in the young man's hands, and the young man's face was always indifferent, a little sluggish, just looking at that face was more like a daze, only the focus in his eyes was telling others that he was distracted...... Knead!

This piece of noodles was rubbed under the young man's hand for a full five minutes, and the young man's palm gradually closed from the complicated technique, becoming more and more concise, and it looked a bit like "finishing the battle".

When the young man's two palms were all folded into fists, his indifferent expression suddenly changed, and the young man's eyes changed from focus to sharp in an instant, like a knife that showed its edge!

"Huh!"

The sharp eyes turned to the edge of the board on the left, where there was a sharp kitchen knife, the edge of which was glowing with coldness, and it looked like it had been polished many times beforehand.

The young man's left hand waved, like a rabbit, and the kitchen knife jumped up under a beat, and he made another gesture, holding the kitchen knife in his left hand, and swung down with the texture of the dough.

The knife style is so fast that it is almost the ultimate of ordinary people, and it is connected into a silver phantom, and the "swish" has been cut on the dough, and ordinary people can't see how many knives he has cut.

After cutting, the knife is closed.

Lin Xiaotian's whole body's spiritual qi was slack, and he obviously saw that his shoulders were loose.

There was a crisp sound, and the kitchen knife was pressed into the board by his left hand, his hand was on the handle of the knife, and his five fingers were held weakly, trembling slightly in the air, shaking involuntarily, which was the exhaustion after the exercise.

This set of noodle making techniques is simply amazing, this is not like cooking, it is more like a martial arts performance, and even the sharpness of the young man when he uses the knife has a fight with the momentum of the interstellar warrior.

Careful people also found that the only fly in the ointment of Lin Xiaotian's performance was that he used his left hand to make a knife, he was left-handed, and his left hand always had some obstacles, which could not let him play to the extreme.

Lin Xiaotian's expression only loosened for that moment, and the next moment, he became that indifferent wooden face again, gently poked out his fingers, and poked the dough.

Although the dough has been cut by a knife, there are no cut marks at all, if it weren't for the fact that the young man's knife just now was indeed a knife into the dough, I really suspect that he was dancing blindly just now.

The moment the boy's fingers touched the dough, the dough shook slightly, like jelly, rippling from his fingers to all directions, trembling!

"Wow!"

The dough suddenly blooms, like a beautiful flower, and the sparkling noodles are shaken aside, just forming the shape of a flower, layered on top of each other, which is a very moving work of art!

I believe that no one is willing to eat such noodles! Eating it is simply a violent thing!

is such a shocking work, but Lin Xiaotian didn't look very satisfied, his brows tufted slightly, and his two thin lips were tightly pursed, thinking about what he wanted to say.

"Don't be stunned! Brother Tian! I just counted it for you, the knife in your left hand is still ninety-nine, and it hasn't broken a hundred! Don't get entangled, you can't be in a hurry to practice! Let's hurry up and put these two noodles in the pot, didn't you say that this noodles can't be delayed, otherwise it won't taste good!"

Before Lin Xiaotian could speak, a black and fat "thing" squeezed in from the window where the plate was handed over, and if you looked closely, it turned out to be a human face!

I saw a fat black man standing outside the partition who was only 1.6 meters tall and weighed more than 200 pounds.

In front of his fat body hangs a small white apron with the words "Yiwei Noodle Restaurant" written on it, and he wears it like a child's cloth pocket, which is ridiculous.

Turning his head to look at Lin Xiaotian, he also has an identical apron on his body, it seems that this is the "uniform" of a noodle restaurant.

As for this black fat man, not only is he a waiter in a noodle restaurant, but also Lin Xiaotian's hair is small, called Chen Youliang, he is indeed very heavy and weighty...... No wonder his father would give him such a name, it seems that he has known that he will grow like this.

With a small nose and small eyes, and a shiny black skin, it is said that his ancestors came from Africa before the interstellar age, and they are now rare pure black people.

Hearing the black fat man's urging, Lin Xiaotian put away his brows, his face became indifferent, and he muttered in a low voice, "Ninety-nine knives, the left-handed knife is one knife after all......"

After muttering, he sighed again, and now there is no time to sigh to him, because if he waits any longer, it will be like the black fat man said, if the noodles are going to be raised, then there is no way to eat, and feeding the dog is not qualified enough.

"Black! Two servings of cool and summer fried noodles, put them in the pot!"

Lin Xiaotian cleaned up his mood and drank lightly, and at the same time picked up the board with his right hand, shook it slightly, and the noodles on the board slipped into the pot. The moment the noodles are shaken open, each one is separated, not sticky to each other, and the crystal clear appearance is not like noodles, but more like potato vermicelli or sweet potato vermicelli.

As for the name "black" just now, it is Lin Xiaotian's nickname for Fa Xiao, and Lin Xiaotian prefers to call him "black" or "little black" rather than the name Chen Youliang.

"Good luck! Ladies and gentlemen, the last two servings of cool and summer fried noodles are in the pot! One is for the poor old man, and the other is mine! Haha! Other guest officers, please be early tomorrow!"

The fat man shouted in his shrill voice, just like the shopkeeper in the ancient running hall, after shouting, he looked at a little old man in front of him with a smile, the old man and he also looked at each other and smiled, the two seemed to be old acquaintances.

The smiles of the two were a little obscene, one was a wrinkled old man, the other was a fat man, the two looked at each other and smiled, how ugly, how ugly!

After laughing for a moment, the fat man seemed to remember something, trotted out, and dialed a small wooden card above the door, which was composed of three sets of numbers, each group from 0 to 9, just forming the numbers from 0 to 999, like the scoreboard on the ancient football field.

However, this is not a scoreboard, but a representation of how many copies of noodles are left for the noodle restaurant to sell today. Today's brands have all become 0, so it means that they are sold out!

As soon as the sign was turned over, the crowd outside immediately exploded, and those who didn't buy the noodles shouted dissatisfiedly, some asked Lin Xiaotian to make another thousand copies, some shouted to buy the last place at a high price, and some had long been used to it, and returned disappointed, ready to rush early tomorrow......

The fat man smiled, he had long been surprised, and it was this scene when it was sold out every day. He pressed his palms a few times and shouted loudly, "Everyone, don't be impatient! On a hot day, it's not good to be angry! Tomorrow, all guest officers, please be early tomorrow!"

Obviously, the fat man's words had no effect, the crowd was still chaotic, and many people shouted, "Morning fat man, you will say cool words, you have a small stove open every day, the last one must have yours, we can't touch the cool summer fried noodles to eat!"

As soon as he shouted like this, the fat man laughed, embarrassed to say anything more. The crowd below was even more boiling, like a flock of noisy river frogs, "Goo, goo, goo!", and the mess was more like it was about to crowd the shop.

At this moment, Lin Xiaotian's voice suddenly floated out of the store, indifferent as ice.

"Tomorrow, everyone won't use it! After today, the noodle restaurant will be closed!

In a word, like pouring well water, the people outside were poured cold, and the noisy scene was controlled in an instant, one moment there were toads arguing, and the next moment there was silence.

The icy breath arched from the soles of everyone's feet to their backs, cooler than eating ten popsicles.

At this moment, the air conditioner seemed to be turned on outside the noodle restaurant, expelling the scorching summer heat from this area, leaving only the cold hearts of everyone, as if they wanted to apply frost to this area.

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On the periphery of Tupo Street, the newcomers who ate melons didn't know what had happened, and looked in on tiptoe, only to see a group of silent people in front of the old two-story building, each with their faces pulled up, as if they were terminally ill.

On the storefront on the first floor, there is a dilapidated wooden sign with the words "Yiwei Noodle Restaurant" written in quaint and large characters.

The wind blows, rolling the velvet tassels under the brand, swaying, and the small bells under the tassels "jingle", and the crisp sound blows straight to the bottom of the heart, removing a lot of heat.

A passer-by who had just found out the situation was tiptoeing and looking at the ordinary small noodle restaurant, his brows furrowed, and he muttered something puzzled.

"A noodle restaurant...... Cool summer fried noodles, so fascinating? What does it taste like?"

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