Chapter 50

The fried rice noodles were soon ready. Two plates, one with fried rice flour and the other with two Zizi and oily Beef Kebabs, made people feel like they couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of saliva!

Sleeping trough! Is this still fried rice flour? Root rice noodles are as transparent as amber, smelling the fragrance of bamboo leaves. What's going on?

Although I don't understand, but it can't stop Chen Ming's greedy tongue and put the fried rice noodles with chopsticks in his mouth! Chen Ming could not help but moan at the wonderful taste.

"Be quiet. You can't make a mess when you eat!"

"Well, I know! But it's really delicious

Chen Ming couldn't help but cry. For the first time, he was thanking his mother for giving birth to him, so he could taste the delicious fried rice noodles!

Just as Chen Ming was enjoying himself, an old voice suddenly rang out around him.

"What are you eating, young man? I smell so sweet

Chen Ming quickly swallows a mouthful of rice noodles in his mouth and looks back. A gray haired old man stands behind him, looking curiously at the bowls and chopsticks in front of Chen Ming.

"Old man, this is the fried rice noodles made by Yang Song. It tastes so good that I'm about to eat and cry!" Chen Ming didn't have any adjectives, so he had to express his real feelings.

When the old man saw it, he he laughed, nodded and said to Yang Song, "young man, give me a copy of this to me!"

Yang Song saw that he was an old man. He had just nodded his head and sold it directly. However, a few days ago, the affairs of that group of aunts still made Yang Songxin afraid. He pointed to the notice board next to him and kindly reminded him.

"Old man, take a look first. My price is a little high. If you can accept it, I will make it for you immediately."

In the face of the elderly, Yang Song habitually said a little more, but the system did not speak. It seems that respecting the old and caring for the young is still OK.

The old man picked up the reading glasses, looked at the price list, and laughed, "no problem, the price is acceptable to me!"

"Good! Sit down first, and the fried rice noodles will be ready soon! "

Three minutes later, a steaming fried rice flour appeared in front of the old man. The old man slightly bowed his head and sniffed it. Suddenly, the whole face showed a surprised expression.

He carefully picked up a green green scallion, excited to Yang Song asked: "young man, I ask you, this is not the legendary green bamboo onion?"

"Yes! Do you know, old man Yang Song is a little curious. Isn't the system saying that green bamboo and scallion were extinct hundreds of years ago? How can I recognize the second guest.

The old man's face excited, put the green bamboo and scallion on the chopsticks into his mouth and began to taste it carefully.

Half ring, just a face to meet, opened his eyes, "ah, never thought, actually in this place can eat a hundred years of extinct green bamboo onion, really fate ah!"

Chen Ming has finished his fried rice noodles at this time! He looked at the old man curiously and asked, "green bamboo and scallion? What is it? "

It seems that the old man was in a good mood today, and began to explain to Chen Ming carefully.

"Green bamboo and green onion, originally a kind of chive growing in the bamboo mountain, is always accompanied by green bamboo. Compared with ordinary chives, it is only of general size, but it has a light bamboo leaf fragrance. It is really a wonderful match with pasta! If you take a look at this rice noodles, it is clearly the most authentic ten thousand years Gongmi. It is absolutely made by grinding stone. This black bone egg, not to mention, can't be obtained without tens of yuan! Mediterranean red shrimp, I have to say, I haven't tasted so fresh and pure. Young man, there is something in your shop, but is the price of 158 too cheap? "

Chen Ming smacks his tongue secretly. This old man is not stupid, is he? A bowl of rice noodles with more than 100 yuan is cheap! This is also their own, others can not eat every day! Tell me it's cheap! Damn it.

A faint smile appeared on Yang Song's face. It seemed that he didn't care about it. "The old man is really fierce. If you like the fried rice flour of the boy, please eat it, or you can have a look!"

The old man took another look at the bulletin board, laughed and nodded: "yes! Little master, some temper! But it's just what I want! The old man must obey the rules and eat the rice noodles

"Thank you for understanding Yang Song smile, the surface is light, but in the heart is already 10 million Grass Mud Horse rushed past, what is the old man's origin? I can see all the materials, but I just want to tell Chen Ming what price he uses.

He can taste it, because he has a system. What about him? Is it really the national chef who has been in the kitchen all his life? Otherwise, Yang song really doesn't know what the old man came from.

It seems that the old man is 70 years old and 80 years old, but his appetite is really good. He ate a bowl of fried rice noodles after three times of five Division. However, it seems that he is still in the end. He even waved his hand again and yelled, "little master, have another one!"Chen Ming had watched the old man eat and forgot what he wanted to do. At this time, he heard the old man calling for another bowl. He also quickly called out, "Yang Song, give me one too!"

Yang Song shook his head, Gao Leng said: "fried rice noodles, limit to buy one per day, if you haven't had enough, you might as well consider other food?"

"When did you join this one?" Chen Ming's discontented shout, before you did not write on the sign, now comes this one.

Seeing that Chen Ming was not satisfied, Yang song came out with chalk and wrote on the bulletin board that fried rice flour was limited to one!

The old man didn't care about it. He just didn't eat enough. The delicious food has been tasted once. In this case, please order something else!

"Let's not embarrass you, young master. I'll have all the kebabs on your sign!"

"OK! Just a moment, please

Chen Ming looked at it, nodded helplessly and exclaimed, "I'll take all of them, too! by the way! I'll have two bunches of roast chicken wings! Don't be evil

I don't know why. If I eat a bowl of fried rice noodles of this size in other places, I won't be satisfied with three or four bowls. But I don't know why. I just ate a bowl of rice flour from Yang Song's side, and I feel almost like it. I just didn't eat enough before!

Soon all the kebabs came up. The old man picked up the beef kebab, looked at the beef kebab in front of him, looked at it for a long time, and finally ate it.