Chapter 219 Not Everyone Can Get On
"I told you it was delicious, and you didn't believe me?" Li Wenya laughed and exposed Chen Hang's shortcomings.
When she told Chen Hang that the noodles at Happiness Noodle House were extremely delicious and a well-deserved delicacy, he didn't believe it.
He also said: "How delicious can a bowl of noodles be?"
Now I'm slapped in the face.
Chen Hang glared at Li Wenya, then smiled embarrassedly at Yu Hui.
“I believe it now. This is the kind of noodles you make, Boss Yu.” Shen Hang gave a thumbs up.
A bowl of vegetarian noodles was so delicious that he couldn't wait to try shredded pork noodles, pork intestine noodles, and beef noodles.
While Yu Hui was making braised beef and shredded pork, Li Wenya also gave a brief interview.
Such interviews are also to feel the freshness of the ingredients and the care of the cook.
At eleven o'clock, several kinds of noodles were ready, and Chen Hang couldn't wait to order noodles with three kinds of noodles to try.
"Can you finish three bowls of noodles?" Li Wenya looked at Chen Hang in shock. She had never seen him have such a big appetite.
Chen Hang: "Why can't you finish it? Three bowls of noodles are only six taels."
Li Wenya: “!”
That's all, he really dared to say that.
Yu Hui looked at Chen Hang with a smile: "I'll treat you. I'll give you one or two taels of noodles for each bowl, so you can try all three flavors without feeling too full."
The hand-rolled noodles are chewy and solid. For someone with a normal appetite, it would be difficult to finish six taels.
"No need for you to treat us." Li Wenya said, "We are here to interview as work, we can apply for it, you can just charge us normally."
"That's right." Shen Hang nodded in agreement.
He felt embarrassed to eat other people's noodles for free, and to eat so much of them.
Seeing them say this, Yu Hui did not insist any more, but still cooked three bowls of noodles weighing one ounce each for Chen Hang, and reduced the price by one cent for each bowl.
Although Li Wenya also wanted to try other flavors of noodles, she finally ordered her favorite shredded pork noodles. Yu Hui gave her twice as much shredded pork.
Chen Hang ate all three flavors of noodles and decided that his favorite was the braised pork intestine noodles.
"Boss Yu, the noodles you cook are so delicious. I will definitely come here to eat noodles every Saturday and Sunday." I have to work from Monday to Friday and am busy, so I can only come on Saturdays and Sundays.
Gu Nan blinked and said, "We are closed on Saturday, so you can only come on Sunday."
"You guys open the shop and still have a break?" Chen Hang looked at Yu Hui in surprise and asked.
Yu Hui smiled and said, "You all have Saturdays and Sundays off, but we run a shop, so we have to take one day off a week, right?"
Shen Hang thought about it and nodded: "Indeed."
If you work every day without any rest, not only will your body be tired, but your mind will also be tired.
Before half past eleven, people started coming to the restaurant to eat noodles.
Those who come to eat noodles so early on a weekday are basically people who are not working in the military family compound and people from nearby villages.
As soon as twelve o'clock passed, more and more people came.
Most of the people who work or go to school nearby, as long as they don’t cook at home at noon, who eat in the cafeteria, come here to eat noodles, and there is a long line outside the noodle shop.
When Wen Zhaodi saw the long queue outside the noodle shop, her eyes turned red with jealousy and she shouted loudly.
"Hey, steamed buns. Delicious braised pork buns. Buy two, get one free. No need to queue."
The diners in the queue heard her shouting, just took a look and didn't move their feet at all.
After queuing up to order, I got my noodles, picked up my chopsticks, and walked to the roadside to eat my noodles with my bowl.
Some stand and some squat, just do whatever is comfortable for you.
It was the first time that Chen Hang had seen such a scene, so he picked up his camera and started taking pictures.
"What is this for?" someone asked with a frown.
Li Wenya walked forward with a notebook and pen, and said with a smile, "We are reporters from the Metropolitan Daily. We came to the Happy Noodle House to take photos, interview and report."
When they heard they were reporters, everyone touched their hair and straightened their clothes.
People are going to take pictures for a report, and if they are photographed, they will also be in the newspaper.
"Comrade, can I interview you?" Li Wenya asked the man who spoke earlier.
"Ahem..." The man cleared his throat and said, "Okay."
"Excuse me, do you work nearby? Or do you live in the military housing complex?"
The man said, "I'm the purchasing director of the military district grocery store. I work there."
"What do you think of Happy Noodle House?"
Gay man: “I think…”
After Zheng Jie Xiu finished selling things at the morning market, he took his beloved grandson Wu Hongbing home to catch up on some sleep.
After waking up, he took Wu Hongbing to the bun shop for lunch.
As soon as I walked to the door of the bun shop, I saw a man holding a camera and taking pictures of people queuing and standing outside the store eating noodles.
There was also a female comrade wearing a white Dacron shirt, black trousers, a cross-body leather bag, and holding a pen and notebook in her hands. She was asking people in the queue while writing something in the notebook.
"What are you doing?" Zheng Jie Xiu asked his daughter-in-law.
Wen Zhaodi said jealously, "They say a reporter from some daily newspaper is taking photos and interviewing people about the Happy Noodle House."
Report on Happy Noodle House?
Zheng Jiexiu was stunned for three seconds. "Is Happiness Noodle House going to be in the newspaper?"
Although she lived in the countryside, she was different from those old ladies in the countryside who knew nothing. She knew very well what being in the newspaper meant.
Wen Zhaodi nodded.
Zheng Jiexiu's cloudy eyes rolled, and he quickly walked towards Shen Hang who was taking pictures, grabbed his arm, and dragged him to his own bun shop.
"Comrade, please give our bun shop a pat on the back. We inherited the craftsmanship of a century-old shop."
"Hey, auntie, don't pull me, don't drop my camera." Chen Hang was afraid of dropping the camera in his hand, so he was dragged by her for several steps.
Li Wenya, who was interviewing the diners, heard Shen Hang's shout, paused the interview and hurried over, standing in front of Zheng Jiexiu, blocking her way.
"What are you doing?"
Zheng Jie Xiu looked Li Wenya up and down and was very dissatisfied with her attitude, but considering that she was a reporter, he didn't bother with her.
"You can also pat our bun shop, report on our bun shop, and let our bun shop be mentioned in the newspaper."
Li Wenya rolled her eyes. What did she think their Metropolitan Daily was? Did she think she could be in the newspaper just because she wanted to?
"Auntie, do you think this newspaper is the same as your toilet, you can go to it whenever you want?" Before Li Wenya could say anything, Shen Hang started to retort.
"Hey..." Zheng Jiexiu glared at Shen Hang, "How do you talk like that?"
Li Wenya said, "His words may be crude, but they make sense. This newspaper isn't something anyone can publish, and we don't report on just anything."
"Then why are you reporting on the noodle shop?" This explanation didn't convince Zheng Jiexiu. "We both run food stalls, so why can you report on the noodle shop but not our steamed bun shop?"
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