"Alright, alright, we've come all this way to eat, let's not talk about work anymore."

Looking at the others, each lost in their own thoughts, Wang Zhuoxi sighed softly.

These teammates are ultimately not as mature as his generation, and there are some things that he, as the captain, still needs to mediate.

Of course, these people are the pillars of the younger generation, so it's understandable that they might act recklessly now.

However, I hope there won't be any bloodshed or tears...

Yes, there were also many scoundrels and greenhorns in Wang Zhuoxi's era.

There's only one way to deal with these damn soldiers.

The pain brought on by the actual outbreak of war can instantly bring them back to their senses and stop their arrogance.

However, given the current situation, the probability of this is very, very low.

"Speaking of which, Captain..."

Jiang Yexi rubbed her neck, glanced around, and said half a sentence with a speechless expression.

Then he added, "We finally escaped the awful losing streak and entered a great winning streak, and you treat us to a meal so casually?"

Yes, the place where they held their banquets, with its morning bells and evening drums, was not as luxurious as some rumors speculated.

It was just an ordinary noodle shop, like the kind that sells "beef noodles for fifteen yuan a bowl".

It cannot be said that they discriminate against what ordinary people eat, nor is it because these A-level personnel hold the food that ordinary people eat in contempt.

It was only because Wang Zhuoxi was treating them this time that they, unusually, left the inner workings of Chenzhong Mugu and took the subway to eat outside.

The result was so hasty, which really didn't meet their expectations.

"Haha, you can't say that! This noodle dish is pretty good too! It's more filling than those Western restaurants! We're all roughnecks, let's not starve ourselves just to enjoy that kind of atmosphere!"

Wang Zhuoxi scratched his head, looking slightly embarrassed.

Wang Zhuoxi is not short of money; to be precise, no A-level personnel are short of money.

However, Wang Zhuoxi simply wanted everyone to have enough to eat.

All the other requirements were forgotten.

"Those words may be crude, but the principle is sound."

After being silenced by Wang Zhuoxi's words, everyone was speechless.

In fact, at the beginning, everyone was quite satisfied with the noodles at this noodle shop.

However, I still have to vent my frustrations.

After all, this was a rare opportunity to openly "bully" Wang Zhuoxi.

Why not do that?

Seeing that everyone seemed to be just saying it, Wang Zhuoxi breathed a sigh of relief.

If these people really insist on taking it seriously, Wang Zhuoxi is actually in the wrong, so it's better for him to just admit defeat.

"But to be honest, the noodles here are really good."

Zhao Kuangyi put down the beer in his mouth, then took a big bite of noodles and said.

"Noodles originated in China and have a history of over four thousand years. If they didn't taste good, they would have been abandoned by our ancestors and left to gather dust somewhere long ago."

Although Jiang Yexi's words were indeed legitimate popular science, the way she said them made them sound so irritating.

Of course, Zhao Kuangyi was also well aware of his own abilities; he might not even be able to match Jiang Yexi in verbal sparring.

Not to mention the simpler fist fight; you're lucky if you don't get a good beating from the other side.

"Haha, our noodles taste pretty good, right!"

The boss laughed heartily, a smug look on his face.

For a noodle shop owner, the most welcome thing to hear is that their noodles are delicious.

Of course, this is based on the noodle shop owner's love of money.

If the owner of this noodle shop is very fond of money, then this is not something he values ​​so much.

Of course, it varies from person to person.

This remains unchanged and eternal.

The owner of the noodle shop that Wang Zhuoxi invited everyone to eat at was that type of person who wasn't particularly fond of money, but rather valued the quality of his noodles highly.

Seeing this group of people laughing and discussing noodles, he couldn't help but chime in.

Of course, another key reason is that this group of people was brought over by Wang Zhuoxi.

If any of his subordinates come to patronize his business, it's because he's already somewhat familiar with them.

Wang Zhuoxi is also a regular customer.

This can be seen from the fact that the boss gave Wang Zhuoxi a 99.99% discount.

Of course, that's a joke.

Wang Zhuoxi and the owner of this noodle shop are old friends.

Basically, the noodle shop owner watched Wang Zhuoxi build his fortune, and also watched him find girlfriends and break up with them.

Then she found her true love, got married, and had children.

Wang Zhuoxi was also watching over everything in this small noodle shop.

Therefore, these two are also rare old friends.

"Boss, this is what your noodles are!"

Zhao Kuangyi was very tactful and knew exactly what kind of evaluation the noodle shop owner truly hoped to receive.

Of course, it can't be considered lying.

Because Zhao Kuangyi genuinely thought the noodle shop tasted very good.

"Haha, our noodles may not be the best in all of China, but in this small area, they are definitely among the best!"

The boss chuckled and patted his chest.

"If you're free, you can come and eat anytime! Even if you don't have money, you can still eat, just remember to pay. Anyway, you were brought by Xiao Wang, so I trust your credibility!"

The boss chuckled, intending to continue chatting with these people, when a sharp voice suddenly rang out from the kitchen: "Old man, get back to cooking! If you keep chatting and slacking off with the customers, I'll give you a good beating!"

Hearing the shouts from the kitchen, the owner's expression instantly fell, and he said helplessly, "It's not easy for Xiao Wang to come and patronize my business, can't I have a chat with him!"

Faced with the boss's excuses, his wife had only one response: "Hey! Little Wang's here? His table's on the house for free. If you old man don't come and help with the cooking, are you planning to let this old woman work herself to death?"

Clearly, the boss's explanation was completely useless.

It even had the opposite effect.

"Okay, okay!"

That's what the boss said in response, but his voice was filled with helpless indulgence.

This is how older people show affection.

They weren't flashy, but they let others know they had a good relationship.

This feeling stayed with them for the rest of their lives.