It's just a little bit more flavorful than the noodles in ordinary noodle restaurants.

But it won't be a thousand kinds of noodles, outstanding, right? !

But the old man didn't seem to hear the hypocrisy inside, and smiled happily: "You two have eaten it too? That's right... This kind of taste is the taste of our century-old soup..."

Feng Chenglin aimed at the side door----

Ling Luoyu hasn't come out yet!

Okay, go ahead!

"Um... old man, I know, this century-old soup must be your family's secret recipe. If I take the liberty to ask, would it be too rude?"

Zhao Sheng bit the noodles: "..."

I have to ask if I know it is rude! ?

"This... impoliteness is not impoliteness. It's just the secret recipe of this century-old soup. There are so many ingredients, and each ingredient requires a specific time and place of origin. Even if I tell you, it's useless...because of our family. There is also the most important secret recipe for the old soup, and that is the soup! This soup... I tell you, the preparation and selection of the soup is even more special..."

The old man came to be interested, and there were no guests in the morning, so he talked about the preparation of his soup briefly.

Zhao Sheng looked at the side door from time to time----

Ling Luoyu said that it was convenient to go, but after such a long time, let alone convenient, it was enough time for a walk around.

But why hasn't she returned yet?

The most important thing is the noise of the old man in the ear.

He whispered and talked about the production process of the soup, and his saliva flew wildly, while Feng Chenglin sounded like a little fan.

If it weren't for the old man's suspicion, I guess he would have taken out pen and ink to record the meaning.

"Um, old man, I can take the liberty of what you just said..." Feng Chenglin frowned and made serious gestures: "Three blanched water... should I use boiling hot water or let them go? Cook it three times in the pot?"

"This three blanched water is just dropped into boiling water and boiled, picked it up, and then used cold water again... This is one blanched water, three blanched water, that is three consecutive times..."

Feng Chenglin suddenly nodded, "Oh...understood, understood, old man, you go on, go on!"

Seeing that the sun has risen and the old man is still dancing with joy, Zhao Sheng pushes the bowl in front of him: "I'm full, first..."

"Ah, look at me, I have told you so much without knowing it... You see, the face is cold, I'm really sorry, guest officer, I have delayed your meal!"

The old man smirked and got up, and bowed guiltily.

"No delay, no delay, I like hot noodle soup and cold noodles...This cold noodles is something different to eat..." Feng Chenglin gave Zhao Sheng a stern look and smiled. The noodles took a big mouthful of chopsticks.

Zhao Xing didn't dare to move after being stared for a while, so he sat back with an embarrassed smile: "That... old man, I just ate just now and didn't listen carefully to what you said. If you don't dislike it, can you? Say it again?"

"Of course I don't dislike it, I'm afraid it will affect the appetite of your two masters..."

"No influence, no influence..." Zhao Sheng quickly invited the old man to sit down.

Looking at the look in Feng Chenglin's eyes just now, if the old man really left, he might be able to kick himself hard.

Feng Chenglin gave him a look of "calculate you" and continued to eat noodles.