Now Gao Yi's hometown sells this kind of marinated pork noodles, but when Gao Yi was here, he didn't like it.

There are quite a lot of noodles sold in the restaurant. The main menu is cured meat, and some diced potatoes. But the meat marinated on the first day is sold the next day. Gao Yi always feels that it is not serious cured meat.

noodle.

I didn't like it when I was at home, but I started to think about it after I went away for two years. So when Gao Yi came back, he wanted to eat a bowl of marinated pork noodles, but his request was for the noodles in his memory. The marinated pork noodles made at home must be from rural areas.

Only then can we make it, not the kind of noodles sold in restaurants.

So what Gao Yi misses is not just a bowl of noodles, but his childhood and his memories.

When making the request, Gao Yi himself felt that his request was too much, so he just said that even if Huang Haisheng finally served him a bowl of specious noodles, any bowl of noodles would be fine, and he would not choose.

But unexpectedly, Gao Yi himself did not dare to think that Huang Haisheng prepared a bowl of noodles for him that he had not eaten for many years.

A bowl of noodles that satisfies all Gao Yi's memories and carries all the wonderful flavors.

Okay, just for this bowl of noodles, Gao Yi decided to go to Serkin immediately and ask him what he wanted about the progress of the Su-57.

The Su-57 alone is not enough, why don't they also need to move their engines?

Gao Yi thought while eating.

Huang Haisheng slurped down a bowl of noodles. He didn't think it was that delicious, but it wasn't bad. With the freshness of eating it for the first time, it was barely good. At least the noodles were pretty good.

Muscular.

Lucy can't stand it. She can't get used to the taste, but seeing her man crying after eating it, she must have a good taste of it.

Gao Yi suddenly stopped while eating. This was his second bowl. Now he had time to think of something else.

"Hey, where are you?"

"I-I'm at the guest house."

"Have you got a meal yet?"

Feng Biao was a little surprised. He thought Gao Yi was talking about a code word, so his brain began to work rapidly and quickly analyzed the meaning of Gao Yi's words.

"Not yet, I'm getting ready to eat."

"Stop eating, come to my place for some noodles. Oh, I wanted to give you a surprise, so I didn't tell you. I'm back too. Come over and talk about it. Come and eat some noodles. This noodles is amazing."

"Ah? Uh-huh...ah?"

Feng Biao was stunned and at a loss, so he had to whisper: "What...this...means? I can't figure it out, so just tell me."

"Come and eat some noodles, I'm back."

Gao Yi looked at Huang Haisheng, who held chopsticks and said, "Someone will pick him up and bring him here."

"Well, someone will pick you up. I'll wait for you here."

"Oh my God! Are you really back? Oh my gosh, you scared me so much. I can't figure out what you mean by that, but it makes my head spin. OK, OK, I know what to do."

It's over, I'll go find you."

Gao Yi hung up the phone, hesitated for a moment, and said to Huang Haisheng embarrassedly: "Is the interview enough?"

"That's enough! This is a restaurant. Are the restaurant owners afraid of big-bellied people? You can just invite a hundred people and eat whatever you want!"

Huang Haisheng smiled happily and spoke very relaxedly.

It's definitely not enough to feed a hundred people, but it doesn't matter. The follow-up materials will be delivered immediately, so this is definitely not a problem.

Gao Yi breathed out, and then he continued to concentrate on eating noodles.

In fact, Gao Yi was a very good eater and had a very large appetite. There is no one who practices martial arts who has a small appetite.

In the past, Gao Yi could eat even if he was full, but that was not the case today. He did not feel full no matter how much he ate.

At this time, three flowers also came to the restaurant one after another.

Gao Yi had no intention of conquering them with delicious food and couldn't care less. The three of them sat around Gao Yi and looked at the rather simple dining environment. Although they didn't say anything, they must have felt that that was all.

Son.

They don't understand the meaning and significance of putting all the noodle pots on the table.

Gao Yi had no intention of asking them to taste the taste in his memory, so he put down the big bowl and said to the three of them: "What do you want to eat?"

Huang Haisheng smiled and said, "You can eat whatever you want."

It stands to reason that the host can eat whatever guests he entertains, but Gao Yi is the main meal for this meal, and the others can eat more casually.

It's hard to be casual.

Serving a table with good food is simple, but having several people from different countries order whatever they want and still be able to eat it is part of the strength.

Danny looked at the noodles Gao Yi was eating. He really wasn't interested, and he didn't want to eat Chinese food, so he naturally said: "Bring me a chicken sandwich. I'm losing weight. The sandwich should have lower calories. One serving

Salad, if you can."

"OK."

Huang Haisheng agreed immediately.

Gao Yi started to eat. The food he ate looked very simple, so Danny treated it like a work meal and just took a bite.

As for work meals, a sandwich is enough.

As for taste, the British have a shitty taste, so what the cook can do is better than what he can eat.

It's different for Sis. Although he grew up in Chile, he has worked and lived in the provincial food area for many years. At least his food quality is several levels higher than Danny's.

But the French lunch is also very simple, usually just a sandwich, but Sis doesn't want to lose weight, so he eats more.

"I'd like a ham and cheese sandwich, a side of French fries, and the French fries should be fried a little older, and if possible, a Chateaubriand steak."

Huang Haisheng still said with a smile on his face: "No problem."

Trade Wind looked at them, spread his hands, and said, "I want a burger, an American beef burger. The steak should be grilled, not fried, and the fries should be thinner. Coke, iced Coke, thank you."

"Okay, please wait."

Huang Haisheng agreed anyway.

These simple meals all look simple and are very common things in daily life.

However, a sandwich shop can make it in one or two minutes, and a Western fast food restaurant can make a burger in a few minutes. But if it is made in a Chinese restaurant, it will be very troublesome.

The buns have to be grilled, the steaks have to be marinated in advance, and the steaks in the burgers have to be grilled. If they have to wait for two hours for a meal, then this simple meal is obviously meaningless.

Gao Yi looked at Lucy and said, "You can't get used to this noodles. Is there anything you want to eat?"

Lucy thought for a moment and said, "Then bring me some pasta, spaghetti with tomato and bolognese sauce."

Sisi and the four of them didn't mean to cause trouble, but since Huang Haisheng told them to do whatever they wanted, then they did.

Lucy simply didn't think much about it.

So this is a test.

A test initiated by representatives of the CIA, MI6, and the French External Security Service.

But within five minutes, several waiters came over with plates.

An eight-inch white disc was placed in front of Danny, with avocado, celery, lettuce, tomatoes, and cucumbers on it.

There is nothing that can cause allergies.

Then there is a six-inch plate with a cold sandwich with cucumber slices and eggs on it.

Danny didn't just eat white people's meals. He also ate diet meals. To be honest, Gao Yi felt unappetized just by looking at them.

Danny stabbed a piece of salad with his fork, put the salad into his mouth carelessly, and then said with a look on his face, "Huh?"

Then Danny picked up the sandwich, took a bite, and then said in surprise: "Oh?"

There was also a sandwich in front of Sis, but his sandwich was hot, and his sandwich was cut into three small pieces, all triangular, and each small piece of sandwich was inserted with a bamboo skewer.

, placed on an oval plate with lace on both ends.

The steak was also served, a huge plate with a white plate with gold rim, a small piece of steak, and the sauce poured on the side of the huge plate.

The fries come in a small basket, and the most important thing is that the topping for the fries is not ketchup, but a small dish of pepper and salt.

Sith was pleasantly surprised and surprised.

I took a bite of the French fries. They were freshly fried and crispy rather than soft. Sis just said they were fried a little bit older, but he didn't expect that the degree of aging was perfect.

"This chef... is a bit amazing."

Sis picked up a small piece of sandwich. He pulled out the bamboo stick and took a bite with a critical attitude. Then, he said in surprise: "This chef is very good."

A simple meal like a sandwich actually tests the skill of the chef.

Sis finally picked up the knife and fork and cut a piece of steak. He took a bite and then couldn't help but said: "Awesome!"

Sis has also eaten and met people before, but today's simple meal gave him a taste of the chef of a Michelin-starred restaurant.

The burgers at Trade Winds were served a little later, and were fast-food style burgers wrapped in paper, not the big restaurant burgers on a plate.

Trade Wind grabbed the burger and took a bite. Then he immediately frowned and said, "This is indeed a bit powerful."

Then Tradewind also ate French fries, but the French fries he ate were dipped in ketchup.

"Hiss...this burger...is better than the American ones."

Xingfeng was confused. He hesitated. He looked at Huang Haisheng and said, "How did you do it?"

"It's very simple. The chef just added a little more secret sauce when processing the steak."

Huang Haisheng is still smiling.

These things have been prepared since I learned that Gao Yi was bringing a few foreigners with him.

But in fact, I don’t have to prepare too much. I just need to prepare a few simple meals that foreigners often eat. They can be made at any time. Once they are made, the taste will be acceptable.

Of course, Western-style food is the most basic thing, just let a professional Western-style chef do it. As for sandwiches and burgers, this is actually quite popular at Tokyo University.

As we all know, McDonald's and KFC in Dongda are better than those in the United States. It's true.

Lucy was the last one to eat noodles. When she ate the familiar noodles, she was pleasantly surprised and said: "It's really delicious."

It's just that these are all real ingredients and just made on site. The freshness is absolutely guaranteed, and the craftsmanship is unparalleled, so it's normal to give Trade Wind and them a little gourmet shock.

There are no six basic skills, they are not worth mentioning.
Chapter completed!