Chapter 77 Beef Noodles

Chen Xing was so engrossed in the aroma that he put down his phone and leaned closer. "Bro, this place's scallion oil noodles smell amazing!"

I've had scallion oil noodles before, but none tasted like this. It's the kind of flavor that leaves you wanting more.

Seeing that Zhou Ming didn't say anything and just silently picked up a dumpling of noodles, Chen Xing was extremely relieved that they had entered this restaurant.

Zhou Ming hurriedly stuffed noodles into his mouth; these noodles were so chewy, he almost suspected they were handmade. After a while, he casually asked, "What did you just say?"

His speech was a little unclear, but Chen Xing still understood him: "..."

Just as Chen Xing and Zhou Ming were eating their noodles, an old man passed by the restaurant, glanced inside, and clicked his tongue, saying, "What's so great about noodles? It's like they've never eaten before!"

If Tang Yiyi were here, she would recognize that this old man was the same old man from that day, who insisted on pairing her with her son.

Zhou Ming was enjoying his meal when he heard this and couldn't help but say, "Old man, don't meddle in other people's business!"

This is not just a simple bowl of noodles!

Later, Zhou Ming finished his noodles and noticed that Chen Xing still had half a bowl left. "Your brother doesn't like noodles, so he probably can't finish them. Let me help you finish some!"

Chen Xing: Who said he couldn't finish it!

Tang Yiyi was busy the whole time except for taking a short nap in the afternoon.

Customers kept coming to the shop, and orders came in every ten minutes or so, so she often had to stay in the kitchen.

You also need to communicate with customers and ask them why they are dissatisfied.

As night fell, Tang Yiyi broke out in a sweat again. She really wanted to install an air conditioner in the kitchen, but it was still inconvenient.

"Boss, one serving of scallion oil noodles, please."

"At the front desk," Song Man replied somewhat numbly, "it's not just a few customers ordering scallion oil noodles anymore."

After a long day's work, Tang Yiyi took out her calculator to do the accounting in the evening. "Today's sales target has been met!"

Tang Yiyi set a goal for herself: the store should bring in a certain amount of money every day.

At 7:30, the landlord appeared at the restaurant entrance. "This should be the place!"

"Boss, I'd like an egg fried rice, to eat at the restaurant."

Tang Yiyi recognized the man as her landlord.

Fried rice with eggs. It seems like we've run out of eggs; most of the eggs in the shop are used to make tea eggs every day.

"Landlord, we're out of eggs, but we have sausages. Can I make you some sausage fried rice?"

The landlord had just sat down when he thought for a moment, "No eggs? Sausage will do."

"Okay, please wait a moment."

Tang Yiyi went to the kitchen to turn on the stove. As the flames roared, she placed the iron pot on the stove, heated it up, poured in oil, added diced potatoes and carrots, and stir-fried them continuously until they softened. Then she added sliced ​​sausage and stir-fried them until they were fragrant. She quickly added cold rice, tossed the pot with a spatula, and made sure the rice and ingredients were fully mixed.

Then pour in some soy sauce and light soy sauce, and the rice will turn a light brown color.

Outside, the landlord felt at ease. He knew the owner of the restaurant, and all the ingredients were freshly cooked with a strong wok hei (wok aroma).

A serving of sausage fried rice costs ten yuan. What more could you ask for? Students can usually afford it.

Soon, Tang Yiyi brought out the sausage fried rice.

The sausage fried rice was presented as a work of art, with the mouthwatering sausage perfectly marbled with fat and lean meat, along with red carrot cubes, yellow potato cubes, and bright green peas and scallions. The colors intertwined, creating a visually striking dish.

Not to mention that each grain of rice is plump and glistening with an enticing sheen; just one look at it makes your mouth water.

The landlord didn't use chopsticks; he used a spoon to scoop out the fried rice, feeling that this was the authentic way to eat it.

The landlord's eyes widened as he put a spoonful of fried rice into his mouth, his expression one of contentment.

The rice noodles, stir-fried over high heat, are soft, chewy, and flavorful, with a subtle aroma of rice mixed with the savory sauce, making them irresistible. The diced carrots are smooth and have a hint of oil, the diced potatoes are plump, and the peas are slightly sweet. Together, they create a rich and complex flavor profile.

I didn't eat dinner tonight, but I ate fried rice now, so it was all worth it!

The landlord proudly showed off his fried rice, as if afraid someone would snatch it from him. The fragrant rice made his mouth water, and the chewy sausage had a rich, meaty flavor.

Many passersby inadvertently caught a glimpse of the landlord's reaction, became curious about what was so delicious, and walked in as if possessed.

The landlord devoured a plate of sausage fried rice in a flash, then let out a satisfied burp.

Reaching the kitchen door, he said to Tang Yiyi, "Boss, I hope your shop stays open forever!"

"Yes, thank you for your support."

A few more customers arrived and ordered sausage fried rice, and Tang Yiyi was a little overwhelmed.

Before leaving, the landlord packed up a portion of sausage fried rice to eat as a late-night snack.

Seeing the landlord like this, Song Man couldn't help but laugh. This guest really loved the sausage fried rice; it was just so delicious!

Tang Yiyi didn't expect that after she had been busy for a while, customers would come before she closed the shop.

After the guests left, Tang Yiyi took the dirty dishes to the sink to wash them, while Xiaoyu diligently wiped the table with a rag.

By the time everything was packed up, it was almost 8:40. Tang Yiyi felt aches and pains in her back and waist. "Let's go, Xiaoyu, let's go home."

Xiaoyu was very happy to finally be able to go home, although he also found the restaurant quite fun.

He closed and locked the roller shutter door, then bumped into He Dong, who was coming out to take out the trash. He Dong was very embarrassed and his eyes darted around.

Tang Yiyi greeted him generously, "Mr. He, we're heading back now."

Upon hearing this, He Dong, who seemed about to speak but hesitated, remained silent: "..."

To be honest, it's their shop that's dishonest; they're copying others!

"He Dong, why is it taking so long to take out the trash?" His wife's voice came from inside the shop.

He Dong didn't want to reply and lowered his head.

Xiaoyu is a bit clingy; when he got home, he wanted her to watch TV with him for a while.

It was showing an animated cartoon about a cat and a mouse.

Xiaoyu watched with great interest, occasionally letting out a chuckle.

Tang Yiyi gently rubbed her shoulder, feeling a lot of soreness.

Suddenly Xiaoyu saw it and said, "Sister, let Xiaoyu give you a shoulder massage."

Xiaoyu has a set of techniques for massaging shoulders, and her obedient appearance softens people's hearts.

At this time of day, Xiaoyu would usually say he was sleepy and wanted to go to bed. "Xiaoyu, you're in great spirits today."

Xiaoyu listened quietly and massaged Xiaoyu's back attentively.

Finally, Tang Yiyi smiled and said, "Thank you, Xiaoyu!"

Before going to sleep, Tang Yiyi thought to herself, having a family member to rely on makes all the difference.

Although she was abandoned by her biological parents in her previous life, she received a lot of love after being adopted by her adoptive parents.

The next morning, the outside world was covered in ice and snow.

Tang Yiyi got up early and dressed in winter clothes.

When I woke Xiaoyu up, he was leaning against the window, breathing out warm air, and exclaimed excitedly, "It's snowing outside!"

For a child, snow means snowball fights and snowman building; no child would be unhappy about that.

Tang Yiyi's white porridge was ready. She brought it to the table and ate it with some bread slices.

The steaming white porridge emitted a fragrant aroma of rice, with a strong sweet taste.

Xiao Yu blew a few breaths, opened his mouth slightly, and took small sips. The extremely thick porridge slid down his throat and into his stomach, a warm current flowing through his body, very comforting.

"The porridge is sweet!" Xiaoyu said with a smile.

"Eat as much as you like," Tang Yiyi always felt that Xiaoyu was too thin compared to his peers. In the past, the original owner's parents were busy and didn't spend much time on Xiaoyu.

"My sister likes to eat some too."

"We'll all eat, and after you finish, your sister will take you to school," Tang Yiyi said, taking a sip of porridge. Porridge is a perfect match for winter.

Upon learning that he was going to school, Xiaoyu was not reluctant like other children, nor did he cry or make a fuss. Instead, he ate his porridge heartily.

Seeing his cheeks puff out, Tang Yiyi reminded him, "Eat slowly, don't choke!"

"Hmm," Xiaoyu replied, his words mumbled.

Tang Yiyi soaked the rice last night and added some sugar to it this morning to cook porridge.

Xiao Yu ate the fragrant and sweet rice porridge, his mouth never stopping.

After breakfast, Xiaoyu urged, "Sister, aren't we going to school?"

Tang Yiyi, who hadn't finished breakfast yet, said, "Wait for me."

When he got downstairs, an older woman was walking her cat. The kitten came up to Xiaoyu's feet, rubbed against him, and meowed.

Xiaoyu was initially quite scared when he hid, but later he became bolder and would squat down to pet the cat.

The neighborhood wasn't far from the school, but when it was time to say goodbye, Xiaoyu was still a little reluctant. "Sister, bye-bye!"

Tang Yiyi smiled, waved, and watched Xiaoyu enter the school.

Hurry to the market and buy fresh ingredients as early as possible.

Tang Yiyi originally wanted to buy noodles, but as soon as she entered the market, the pieces of beef on the stalls caught her eye.

She picked out a few good pieces; the local beef was generally of good quality. She also bought some chili peppers, noodles, and other things.

The boss was a thin, capable old man who glanced at the electronic scale and announced the number.

Tang Yiyi went to buy other ingredients, including a lot of chili peppers, as the pickled chili peppers she made last time were very popular with customers.

Back at the restaurant, four or five shops on the street were already open.

Tang Yiyi quickly processed the beef. The beef needed to be marinated and simmered for a while, so she didn't write the beef noodle recipe on the blackboard yet.

Cut the white radish into chunks and stew it together with the beef and various spices.

Tang Yiyi bought handmade noodles, which are more chewy and delicious.

Many customers come in the morning to buy tea eggs. Smelling the rich aroma of meat and the strong fragrance of braised meat, their eyes widen and they ask, "Boss, what kind of meat are you stewing in your kitchen?"

Song Man replied, "Beef, we're going to make beef noodles."

The mere mention of beef noodles makes many customers' mouths water.

How much does a bowl of beef noodles cost?

"twelve."

Zhao Nan thought it was a bit expensive, but then he thought that with such high-quality beef, twelve yuan a bowl was reasonable.

"Give me a bowl of beef noodles, I'll eat it in the shop!"

At this point, Song Man explained, "Our beef isn't ready yet; it will take at least another hour."

Some impatient customers would turn around and leave as soon as they heard it would take so long.

Zhao Nan thought for a moment and said, "Then I'll come over for lunch."

Before leaving, I ordered a few tea eggs to take away.

Once the beef was braised, Tang Yiyi lifted the lid and saw chunks of beef with an enticing dark brown color, tender and flavorful radish, and a rich broth.

She tasted the soup and thought it was fine.

At 11:20, Zhao Nan drove over. As soon as he arrived at the restaurant, he smelled an irresistible aroma and was almost unable to move.

"Give me a bowl of beef noodles."

After saying that, Zhao Nan readily paid the bill and then went to get some side dishes. Eating noodles or rice noodles without side dishes just doesn't taste half as good.