Zhao Wei's eyes widened, wondering if there was something wrong with his ears.
Looking up, he saw Zhou Yang busy cooking noodles, offering no explanation whatsoever. With a heavy heart and gritting his teeth, he still chose to pay by scanning the code.
Eighty yuan is not a lot for him.
And since he's already here, he's determined to try this 80-yuan instant noodle today and see what's going on!
The aroma of instant noodles was still randomly attracting passersby.
"Boss! How much are the instant noodles?"
"A bowl of braised beef noodles costs eighty yuan, and tomato and egg noodles cost fifty yuan."
Zhou Yang responded without looking up.
He had carefully considered this price. After all, with his current culinary skills, even top gourmets would be completely satisfied, so it wasn't expensive at all.
But those around him found it hard to accept.
Some people's faces darkened immediately, and they turned and left.
Some people were cursing and swearing, muttering before leaving, "They're obsessed with money, selling a bowl of instant noodles for such a high price."
Only a few people, driven by curiosity, stayed in the end.
Zhou Yang didn't bother to explain.
Zhao Wei's bowl of braised beef noodles was now nearing completion.
Because of the special nature of the ingredients in instant noodles, half of their taste depends on the cooking time. After countless trials, the system gave Zhou Yang the golden time, which he controlled perfectly.
Equally essential was the beef bone broth he prepared in advance.
Zhou Yang scooped up a spoonful of snow-white beef bone broth, and the rich aroma of the broth and the wheat fragrance of instant noodles instantly intertwined. After rubbing his fingers together and sprinkling on the seasoning, all the aromas blended perfectly, like the finishing touch on a painting.
"Sir! Your instant noodles are ready."
The instant noodles were ready, and Zhou Yang even plated them.
Zhao Wei swallowed hard. He saw that the instant noodle cup was filled with golden broth, and a small handful of bright green scallions were sprinkled on top. The instant noodles, cooked over high heat, were different from the pale white of braised noodles. They had a crystal-clear appearance and looked incredibly tempting when mixed with the broth.
It's an instant noodle dish that's so familiar, yet it looks incredibly tempting.
But soon, Zhao Wei realized something was wrong.
"Boss, wasn't this braised beef noodles? Where's the beef?"
"Don't you find it? Try looking at the bottom of the bowl."
Zhao Wei stretched out his chopsticks and found a few pieces of beef about the size of a thumb.
Although the beef looks marbled with fat and lean meat, glistening with an enticing sheen, and when you gently pinch it with chopsticks, a little golden oil seeps out under the elastic pressure, the skill in cooking the beef to such a tender and juicy texture shows that the heat control is exceptionally good.
But for a bowl of beef noodles that costs eighty yuan, can't you put more on it?
Zhao Wei was filled with displeasure, but he still suppressed his anger and took a bite.
Slurp—
After taking the first bite, he suddenly stopped, all resentment gone, replaced by pure enjoyment.
It's so delicious!
This is absolutely delicious!
While Zhao Wei was slurping away enthusiastically, the people around him couldn't sit still any longer.
"Hey buddy, how's it? Tell me!"
But Zhao Wei was only focused on eating his noodles and didn't have time to pay attention to anyone else. Everyone watched as he drank all the soup, and then shouted loudly, "Boss, another bowl!"
Is that really so exaggerated?
"Boss, I'll have one too, with tomato and egg!"
"Hey buddy, you came later, boss, make my order first!"
"Then give me a bowl too!"
Gradually...
The once inconspicuous tricycle stall has gradually become very popular.
The stall was surrounded by people eating instant noodles. Most of them ate one bowl and then wanted a second. Zhao Wei, in particular, ate three bowls in a row until his stomach was a little bloated before he turned around and left, satisfied.
Xu Yao, a young lady who was almost drooling with envy, had already joined the queue.
When her bowl of instant noodles was placed in front of her.
It smells amazing! It smells so good!
She carried her food to the back of her stall and started showing it off enthusiastically, finally understanding why Zhou Yang's business was so good.
The golden-yellow egg is tempting and melts in your mouth. The already smooth and delicious egg and the wheat aroma of the noodles are combined and then neutralized by the sweet and sour taste of the tomato. The taste is rich and layered, and almost every bite is a different stimulation to the taste buds!
This was the best instant noodles she had ever eaten in her life!
Is eighty yuan expensive?
Where is it expensive?
The boss only earns money from his skills. Is it easy to earn a little money through hard work?
Xu Yao began to reflect on herself and realized that the problem lay with her.
It's your own fault for being poor, not the instant noodles'.
...
One o'clock in the afternoon.
Dozens of people were gathered at the entrance of Taikoo Li pedestrian street.
Some people came just to join in the fun, while others lined up early just to get a bowl of instant noodles. This unusual sight was captured by passersby and posted online.
Zhou Yang pointed at the now-empty tricycle, staring at a group of people.
"I already told you not to queue, there really aren't any left."
The crowd that had been waiting in line for so long: ? ? ?
Watching Zhou Yang pedal away on his tricycle, Xu Yao's eyes were filled with envy.
They only set up their stall for two hours before closing up; their business is unbelievably good!
But what about herself?
A whole morning has passed, and they still haven't opened for business.
The surrounding vendors were green with envy, some even wondering, "Are all the urban elites these days so particular about their tastes? Do they like instant noodles?"
Should we get around to doing this tomorrow?
When Zhou Yang got home, it was already 3:30 in the afternoon.
Downstairs in the apartment building, the landlady was fanning herself with a palm leaf fan and leaning back in a recliner. The moment she saw Zhou Yang, she immediately sat up.
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