81: C81 Shocking the Crowd

C81 Shocking the Crowd

As a burst of water vapor filled the air, a new bowl of clear soup, the Dragon-Toothed Noodle Soup, appeared! Yang Song grabbed a handful of green bamboo onion and scattered it evenly over the broth!

"Grandpa Meng!" Eat! "While it's hot, we have to prepare the Dragon-Toothed Noodle Soup as early as possible!" Yang Song placed a bowl of Dragon-whisker Noodles that was like a handicraft in front of Grandpa Meng.

Grandpa Meng could not eat it now. He was shocked. Thirteen kicks was already considered the best level in the country. Fourteen kicks was completely the legendary culinary arts!

Grandpa Sun looked at the stunned Grandpa Meng and urged, "Old Meng, what are you staring at?! Eat quickly! "Since the Dragon-Headed Noodle Sticker can be concocted so quickly, it would be inappropriate if you don't finish it earlier!"

"Oh, oh, oh!" I got it! " Grandpa Meng came back to his senses and picked up his chopsticks, "Old Sun, don't you know? The noodles that you eat, are fourteen apiece! "

"Oh, oh, oh!" I got it! "

Grandpa Sun didn't even have the time to react in the beginning and was happily eating. Suddenly, Grandpa Sun trembled and almost dropped his chopsticks.

"What?" What are you talking about? Fourteen buckles? Is there really anyone in the world who can make fourteen buckles? "

"That's right!" I saw it with my own eyes! " Grandpa Meng smiled bitterly. The two of them had previously said that it would be enough to make twelve buttons. He had directly pulled out fourteen kicks!

Grandpa Sun quickly picked up the bowl of Dragon-Whisker Noodle Soup and carefully observed it. Previously, if you said that the Dragon-Whisker Noodle Soup was like a handicraft, then now the Dragon-Whisked Noodle Soup with soup was like the specks of starlight in the milky way.

This thickness was much thinner than the one he had eaten before!

"If you don't believe me, then go and take a look! Little Yang is going to continue! " Grandpa Meng pointed at Yang Song, who was in the kitchen. He had just poured the mountain spring water into the pot.

Upon hearing this, Grandpa Sun hurriedly stood up and ran towards the kitchen. He didn't disturb Yang Song and stood quietly by the door, watching.

It had to be known that Dragon Tooth Face's performance was originally an exceptionally gorgeous performance, not to mention the 14th button. Grandpa Sun could not miss out on such a performance!

Yang Song did not bother anyone as he pulled fourteen batches of noodles in one go, and appeared in front of Grandpa Sun. Yang Song quickly cut up the leftover dough with a kitchen knife and threw it into the wok.

Only now did Grandpa Sun come back to his senses. How was this still cooking! This was simply an exceptionally gorgeous performance!

No wonder Little Yang didn't want to open a restaurant to be a chef. With this kind of culinary skill, where could one not earn money!

Seeing that Grandpa Sun had already returned, Grandpa Meng swallowed the dragon-beaded noodles in his mouth. He asked with a smile, "How is it? Did you see my future grandson-in-law's skills?"

"What do you mean 'your future grandson-in-law'? You haven't even said a single word and you're already showing off!" Grandpa Sun rolled his eyes at Grandpa Meng. As he ate the noodles, he thought, "Why don't I have a granddaughter?" There weren't any single female relatives nearby either. Otherwise, how could this brat be taken away by Old Meng?

Grandpa Meng smirked, "You care about me. Besides, if you have the ability, find a granddaughter for me!" If not, you can only watch me become this brat's grandfather! "

Of course, when they said those words, the two elders were whispering to each other. Meng Shihan had already become addicted to it and had already seen it three times, but she still hadn't seen enough. Yang Song was simply like a dancer, waving his hands a few times and then appearing in front of her.

The third bowl of the Clear Broth Noodle Soup was almost done. It was fast indeed. Three bowls of the Dragon-Whisked Noodle Soup were ready in ten minutes! Yang Song carefully handed the Dragon-Faced Mushroom over to Meng Shihan and instructed her, "Be careful, your face is hot. Don't burn it!"

"Alright, I understand!" Meng Shihan was no longer polite to Yang Song. She directly held the dragon's whisker mask in her hand and looked at it carefully.

Seeing Yang Song and his granddaughter getting along so well, Grandpa Meng smirked, "Did you see that? The eight characters very quickly turned into one! "

"Stupid!" Hurry up and eat the noodles! " Grandpa Sun didn't think much of Grandpa Meng's face and directly ignored him!

Meng Shihan carefully carried the dragon's whisker face and walked over. When she saw the two old men, she whispered to them again. What other secrets are you two old men talking about? "

"Oh!" "Your grandfather said …" Old Sun's mouth was opened so quickly that he almost blurted it out. He was so shocked that Old Meng coughed continuously.

Grandpa Meng blinked at Grandpa Sun. "You old man, hurry up and eat the noodles!" So much nonsense! "

Grandpa Sun suddenly realized that it was true. What the two of them had said was not something that could be easily said to Meng Shihan. He could only lower his head and pretend to eat the noodles!

"You two old devils!" Meng Shihan didn't care much. She rolled her eyes at them before lowering her head and starting to eat the noodles!

As the dragon's whisker face fell, Meng Shihan felt as if she had experienced for the first time four words, 'Melting at the mouth'! He could clearly feel the texture of the noodles, but after it entered his mouth, the fine taste quickly spread throughout his mouth. It was truly melting immediately!0

He ate several mouthfuls and even drank a mouthful of the broth. The warm mountain spring water carried a specific sweet taste. This was the taste; it gave the Dragon-Whisked Noodle Soup a great deal more flavor!

"Yang Song, do you want to search for the right amount of money?" For the first time, Meng Shihan was curious about the price of Yang Song.

Yang Song tilted his head and thought for a moment before saying, "One hundred and eighty-one bowls!"

"What?" Grandpa Sun threw his chopsticks! His face was filled with resentment!

This gave Yang Song a big fright. What's wrong? Grandpa Sun is angry that I sold it for too much?

Grandpa Sun quickly shook his head and said, "No, 188 is too cheap. I need 388 at least!"

So that's what he meant! Yang Song heaved a sigh of relief and smiled, "Don't worry! This price is enough, it's not too cheap! "

"Alright, Little Yang has his own arrangements, so don't worry about it blindly! Hurry up and eat the noodles! " Grandpa Meng drank a mouthful of broth and called out to Grandpa Sun.

"The noodles have been long gone!"

After all, there was only so much noodles in a bowl. Grandpa Sun was the first one to eat it, so it was normal to eat it all. There wasn't even any broth left. There wasn't even a single scallion or bowl of noodles.

"Everyone, please wait a moment!" A bowl of noodles definitely isn't enough. After making you all wait for so long, I'll immediately make some food to eat! "

Yang Song hurriedly shouted at everyone with an apologetic expression. Coincidentally, at this moment, a crackling sound came from the kitchen.

Charcoal!

When he arrived at the kitchen, Yang Songmei brought two catties of beef from the system. There were still chicken wings and gluten in the fridge, so he just happened to have them all. The leeks were not available yet, so he decided not to make any.

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