"Little sister, can I order from you?" Meng Yu smiled teasingly at her.
"Of course," Chenchen nodded seriously. "I'm the manager. My chef mom is cooking in the back!"
"Big brother, what kind of noodles do you want? There's a menu on the wall. You can look and then ask my mom to make it for you!"
"Big brother, I'll tell you a secret," Chenchen leaned forward, her little head close to the bar, "My mom's noodles are super delicious!"
"I just ate a very big bowl, and I still want more. But my mom won't let me eat any more. I'm not full yet—hmph, such a stingy mom!"
"Hahaha, little sister, you're so cute! I love you!" Meng Yu laughed heartily, utterly charmed by Chenchen's adorableness.
It was a pity there was a counter between them, or he would have hugged her for sure.
Just then, Su Zhu came out from the kitchen with a smile and greeted Meng Yu, "Hello, what would you like to order?"
Meng Yu glanced at the menu on the wall, "Give me a small bowl of 'Er Xi' noodles, with extra beef, please."
"Okay, please wait a moment." Su Zhu turned and smiled at Chenchen, "Chenchen, remember to be polite when talking to big brother."
"Don't worry, Chef Mom. I'll take good care of big brother. You go make the noodles. I'm here—the big manager—no problem!"
Chenchen's mature little act made Meng Yu laugh again.
Before long, a waiter brought out a tray with the noodles, "Here is your order!"
"Thank you!" Meng Yu waved to Chenchen. "Big Manager, I'm going to eat now."
Sitting down, Meng Yu took out disposable chopsticks and prepared to eat. The steam rising from the bowl filled his nose, making him breathe in deeply.
"Wow, smells amazing!"
When he first picked up the noodles, he tried to be restrained, but his body betrayed him — his hand kept shoveling noodles into his mouth, unable to stop.
"Wow, it's so hot!"
"Wow, so delicious!"
"Too hot! Too hot!"
"How do you make noodles this good?!"
"Can't stop! This is too tasty!"
...
Meng Yu held chopsticks in his right hand, stuffing noodles into his mouth, while his left hand kept fanning the noodles to cool them down, all the while praising nonstop.
"Boss, one more bowl, this time give me 'Mao Xi' noodles!" After finishing the last sip of soup, Meng Yu called out to Su Zhu, who was at the bar feeding Chenchen water.
"No, brother, I suggest you digest first. You just ate a bowl with extra beef," Su Zhu advised kindly.
"No way! It's too good. No exaggeration — this is the best noodles I've ever had in my life. I have to have another bowl. Hurry up, don't dawdle!"
Hearing this, Su Zhu smiled wryly and turned to instruct Zhao Bing to cook the noodles.
"Big brother, wasn't I right? My mom's noodles are super tasty, right?" Chenchen called to Meng Yu from behind the bar.
"Super tasty!" Meng Yu gave Chenchen a thumbs-up. "Little sister, I'm really jealous you get to eat such good noodles every day. Your mom is basically a food god!"
"Big brother, what's a food god?" Chenchen was too little to understand the term.
"A food god is someone who cooks incredibly well!"
"Wow, that's great! My mom is a food god!" Chenchen clapped happily. She loved hearing people praise her mom's skills!
Meng Yu's 'Mao Xi' noodles arrived quickly.
The noodle shop offered four types of noodles based on thickness: coarse noodles, Er Xi (second thin), San Xi (third thin), and Mao Xi (hair-thin).
The thinnest Mao Xi noodles were even finer than dragon beard noodles.
This time, Meng Yu forced himself to resist the temptation of the aroma and didn't gobble them down like before. Instead, he picked up a small handful of noodles and savored them carefully.
He was amazed to find that even such thin noodles had a chewy, smooth texture when bitten.
As for the flavor, he found it indescribable. If he didn't forcibly restrain himself, he could eat every single noodle and drink all the soup in one go!
How on earth were these noodles made?
How could they taste this good?
Meng Yu's family was a prestigious clan in the capital , with a prominent background!
Last year, at his grandfather's seventieth birthday, the noodle chef was one who cooked for state banquets.
He'd tasted a longevity noodle bowl back then and thought it was the best noodle he'd ever eaten.
But now, he felt like he couldn't even remember that taste anymore.
If he could recruit this boss to open a noodle shop in the capital, it would definitely be a huge success!
As for compensation, he could offer whatever—salary or even shares.
Isn't the cost of living much higher in the capital than in this second-tier city?
She would definitely agree!
While Meng Yu was excited by his own thoughts as he ate, suddenly a crowd burst in through the door.
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