In Su Kee Small Restaurant, Feng Yifan was busy in the back kitchen, with plates of shiny fried rice and bowls of noodles with various soup bases presented one after another.

Old diners and owners who came up for lunch on the old street were full of praise when they saw fried rice and noodle soup.

When Su Ji was busy, two men in designer suits stepped into the small restaurant.

After entering the door, one of the men, who was obviously a follower, swept around and whispered to the younger man in front of him: "Mr. Su, it seems that there is no place anymore." ”

The man didn't reply, but searched for it himself, and finally walked to Meng Shitong's table.

"Excuse me, can I share a table here?"

Meng Shitong and the others were still waiting for them to order, and when they heard this, they raised their heads and looked at the two men who were dressed elegantly and seemed out of place in the noon atmosphere of the small restaurant.

Among them, Meng Shitong looked carefully and recognized who the man who opened his mouth to share the table was.

But without waiting for Meng Shitong to speak, the photographer who talked a lot took the first step and said: "Sit down, everyone is sharing a table here at noon." ”

When the photographer said this, he actually looked at the two people dressed in suits and leather shoes, and judged whether the two should be willing to sit down, and he even deliberately crossed his legs in front of the two of them.

As a result, to the photographer's surprise, the questioning man sat down directly.

However, the attendant hesitated for a while before he reluctantly sat down next to the photographer.

After sitting down, the attendant couldn't help but whisper: "Mr. Su, there must be nothing to eat in this kind of place, why don't we go to Fujing Building, it's actually already prepared over there." ”

The person who came was none other than Su Lanxin's son, Su Ruoxi's cousin, Su Liancheng.

After listening to the secretary's words, Su Liancheng said with a smile: "Don't be so troublesome at noon, just eat a little here." ”

Su Ruoxi also came over at this time, although she felt that the two of them were indeed wearing suits and leather shoes that were a little too formal, but she still kindly reminded: "Two of you, we only have fried rice and noodles at noon, so we ......"

Sure enough, hearing this, the secretary who followed Su Liancheng was a little unhappy: "Aren't you a restaurant? Why do you only have fried rice and noodles?"

Hearing the attendant speak very politely, all the people in the small restaurant looked over, and all the men looked very badly.

But without waiting for everyone to speak, Su Liancheng took the first step and directly reprimanded: "Shut up, if you don't want to eat, just get in the car and wait, and if you dare to talk nonsense, don't follow me tomorrow." ”

was reprimanded, and the secretary on duty suddenly didn't dare to say more, so he sat on the side.

Su Liancheng smiled and said to Su Ruoxi, "I'm sorry, there is only fried rice and noodles at noon, right?"

Seeing Su Ruoxi nodded, Su Liancheng then asked, "Is it Yangzhou fried rice?"

Su Ruoxi nodded again, Su Liancheng looked around, looked at the fried rice in front of others at the table, and then said, "Then bring me two fried rice, one for gold and silver, and one for broken gold." ”

Hearing Su Liancheng order such fried rice, Su Ruoxi was a little surprised, and Meng Shitong and others at the same table were also a little surprised.

As for the old diners in the small restaurant and the other shop owners on the street, they all looked at Su Liancheng in surprise.

He Yaqian finally couldn't help asking, "What gold and silver? What broken gold? Didn't you order fried rice?"

Su Ruoxi came back to her senses at this time and explained to He Yaqian: "It's the type of fried rice. ”

Now Lao Zhangtou, who almost comes every day at noon and evening, picked up the fried rice that he had eaten a few bites in front of him and said, "Na, this is my broken gold fried rice." ”

Hearing this, He Yaqian and the others couldn't help but look over there, a little wanted to lean over to take a look, but they were a little embarrassed.

When ordering food at noon before, Meng Shitong and others learned that there were only fried rice and noodles at noon, and felt that fried rice was too homely, so they ordered "Yifu noodles", which are said to be convenient for the front body, instead of Su Ji's fried rice.

Now Meng Shitong didn't expect that there would be so much attention to the seemingly ordinary home-cooked fried rice.

knew that Meng Shitong was here to shoot Su Ji in order to promote Su Ji. Seeing that they wanted to see it, but they were embarrassed to lean over, Lao Zhangtou smiled and said, "If you want to see it, come and see, or you can order two copies to compare." ”

Lao Zhangtou also seriously stirred up the fried rice with a spoon and showed it to Meng Shitong and them: "See, this egg is going to be fried into a flocculent shape, mixed with rice, this is called broken gold." ”

He Yaqian looked at it carefully, and then asked, "What about the gold and silver?"

Lao Zhangtou smiled and said: "Gold and silver, that is, every grain of fried rice is wrapped in eggs, golden egg liquid, and then the rice is white, so it is gold and silver." ”

When Lao Zhangtou introduced, Su Ruoxi looked at the two men in suits to confirm: "Two fried rice, one for gold and silver, and one for broken gold, right?"

Su Liancheng was just about to nod, when suddenly the door of the back kitchen opened, and Feng Yifan came out with a large tray holding a few bowls of hot noodles.

Feng Yifan happened to come to Su Liancheng's table, put the big tray on the table, and handed a bowl of noodles to Meng Shitong and the others.

"Sanxian Yifu noodles, chicken soup Yifu noodles, and this is fish head soup, as well as the braised beef that our handsome photographer brother wanted. ”

Hearing Feng Yifan's report, Su Liancheng was stunned at first. Then he stood up a little excitedly, and looked at Meng Shitong bowl by bowl in front of them, and his expression gradually became a little excited.

After looking around, Su Liancheng turned his head and asked Feng Yifan: "This is Yifu noodles?"

When Feng Yifan came out, he saw two new guests in suits and leather shoes sitting at Meng Shitong's table.

At this time, he looked at Su Liancheng carefully, and immediately recognized the other party.

As Feng Yifan, who has been working hard to fight with Su Lanxin Restaurant Group after repenting in his previous life, how could he not know Su Liancheng?

However, after taking a closer look, his wife and father-in-law didn't say anything, and Feng Yifan concluded that Su Liancheng should not have identified himself.

In the place of your own mother, she came to test me?

See how good I can cook?

Seeing that Feng Yifan didn't answer, Su Liancheng also realized that he was a little excited, and adjusted his emotions before asking again: "Boss, are you Yifu noodles?"

Feng Yifan didn't move, didn't point out the identity of the other party, and nodded indifferently: "Yes, it's Yifu noodles." ”

Then, Su Liancheng said, "Okay, then I want another bowl of chicken soup Yifu noodles." ”

Su Ruoxi then helped to add: "They want a piece of gold and silver, a piece of broken gold, and a bowl of chicken soup Yifu noodles that they just wanted." ”

Hearing the other party's order, Feng Yifan became more sure in his heart, the other party came over for Su Lanxin to test his skills.

For this kind of temptation, Feng Yifan naturally doesn't care, in his previous life, he could finally defeat your mother and son, and in this life, he is even more fearless of you, so that you can see what the real craft is.

Feng Yifan smiled and said to Su Liancheng: "Okay, then you sit down first, and come right away." ”

When turning to leave, Feng Yifan reminded Meng Shitong and others: "The noodles must be eaten while they are hot." ”

The photographer who was working hard wanted to sit down and eat when he heard this, but was stopped by Meng Shitong: "Don't worry, you can shoot all of these first, these are all materials." ”

He Yaqian immediately thought of something and said: "Ah, by the way, didn't Chef Feng say that you can shoot him fried rice? ”

The photographer looked confused when he heard this, and then said with a sad face: "Two sisters, can you let me eat a bite of noodles first?"

Meng Shitong and He Yaqian replied in unison: "No." ”

In the end, under the urging of Meng Shitong and He Yaqian, the photographer took a deep look at the face in front of him, and could only swallow saliva with tears and saliva, and followed Feng Yifan to the back kitchen.