As the host of this party, Xu Haoming has been watching coldly. He knows the temperament and character of Zhu, Liu and Ma. He doesn't care about it once or twice, so he doesn't care at all, but instead keeps his mind on Lin Yi and the other two. He thought that Cao Yidao was the oldest and would be more mature, but his envious face made Xu Haoming shake his head. As for Teacher Huang, from beginning to end, Xu Haoming felt that this was a shadow, Lin Yi's shadow.

It was a very wonderful feeling. Xu Haoming was a well-informed person, but he didn't understand why this man surnamed Huang was so "loyal" to Lin Yi. Could it be that this young man is of any charm?

Thinking of this, Xu Haoming looked at Lin Yi again and happened to see Lin Yi frowning slightly. It was just a very simple and fleeting action, but it was infinitely magnified by Xu Haoming.

Who is he despising? Do he despise Lao Zhu and the other three? Does he have the qualification to despise?

Maybe there is, didn’t this kid even despise himself in the car? Thinking of this, Xu Haoming became more interested in Lin Yi.

...

Twelve o'clock noon---

A large pot of steaming "nutritious stewed noodles" is placed on a spacious and bright mahogany dining table.

A middle-aged master wearing a chef's costume and a high hat, dressed up like the "God of Cookery" in the movie, stood proudly beside him. Needless to say, this large pot of nourishing noodles is his masterpiece.

In the villa restaurant, headed by Xu Haoming, a large group of people sat around the dining table, each with a small celadon bowl and a pair of brand new bamboo chopsticks. Of course, since eating stewed noodles, there is absolutely no need for ingredients, a dish of sugar garlic, a dish of spicy oil, a dish of MSG fine salt, and a dish of chopped green onion.

The ingredients are very particular. It can be seen that the sugar garlic is the same size, and even the shape of each clove is similar. The pickled ones are cooked enough to heat up. You can smell a sweet and sour smell from afar. The spicy oil is red and spicy. Anyone who likes to eat spicy food knows that the more spicy the spicy oil is, the more flavorful it is. Especially when pouring the spicy oil on the hot noodles, it is snow-white and spicy, and the color alone makes people feel very excited. Needless to mention the MSG salt, the chopped green and cute green and cute, making people want to try it.

There is no need to be so particular when eating bowls of noodles, right? Lin Yi thought.

Cao Yidao said heartlessly, "It seems like the ones on the street who eat with big sea bowls."

Looking at Zhu Jianguo's three nouveau riche, he immediately showed a hint of contempt and disdain, as if he had seen an ignorant and ignorant countryman. Poor Lin Yi was also regarded as Cao Yidao's journey and was despised by everyone.

The chef wearing a high hat looked even more annoyed, and seemed a little unhappy. Fatty Zhu smiled and smoothed out: "Master, don't mind, just start the show quickly, we can't wait." After saying that, he even straightened his body.

At this time, the three nouveau riche looked very different from when they were bickering just now. They actually showed a very sacred expression, as if they were about to eat not a stewed noodles, but a prayerful communion.

Lin Yi was a little uncomfortable, not used to this atmosphere, not liked so many people sitting together, and not used to eating bowls of noodles, so he made an inexplicable speech by the "God of Food" first.

The "God of Food" master looked at everyone with a smile. Although he tried his best to respect everyone, his eyes were arrogant. He said: "Although time is a bit urgent, this side was still done. Thanks to Mr. Xu's love, I invited me from a distant county town. I must do my best and dare not slackew."

"First of all, this noodles were made by me personally. The noodles were chewy and powerful. I didn't brag with everyone. The noodles I pulled out could be stretched ten meters long... Secondly, this soup. The reason why the nourishing noodles are delicious and nourishing is that everything comes from the soup. As the saying goes, rice in the north and south are short, and people will look as short as rice grains when eating too much rice. When eating too much pasta, people will look as white as white flour. Therefore, in the north, there are many exclusive secrets for making noodles and soup. My hand is passed down from family, not from women, not from inside, not from outside, and by my generation, it has been passed down from three generations."

"The key to making soup is one ingredient and one heat. When the ingredients are sufficient and the heat is at the same time, the mutton soup made will taste delicious and sweet. It is best to use it to make noodles. This time I use the secret mutton soup ingredients for everyone. First of all, the mutton I chose is a three-month-old womb, angelica, epimedium, etc., and mix these things and feed them as forage to the ewes. After the ewes eat these things, they will add milk. When the lamb eats these milk-water rich in herbs, it will become a treasure like a first-class medicinal material..."

"Of course, there are taboos for feeding a little lamb like this. First, it is taboo for drinking water. Drinking water can reduce the effect of the medicine. Second, it is taboo for eating grass. After eating grass, it will be contaminated with the taste of vulgar dust. Third, it is taboo for it to get sick. No matter how big or small the disease, even if it sneezes, it is equivalent to failure. Therefore, if you want to raise such a little lamb to make mutton soup, it is good to have one hundred people succeed in three."

"Finally speaking, when it comes to the heat of making soup, the cooking soup is divided into large, medium and small fires, and it is also divided into open fires, dark fires, blue fires, and purple fires. I use purple fires. I have heard that there is no Fire Mountain in Journey to the West? That place is in Turpan, and the fires are burned in that place. No matter the size of the fire, even a god like Sun Wukong cannot pass through. Of course, that is a legend, it is just that the purple fires are poisonous, but it is best to use it for soup. You can't use coal or ordinary wood to make soup. Instead, you have to choose different woods such as osmanthus trees, peony branches, and Chinese toon leaves to make it. If you ask why, I really can't answer it. This is the secret technique of family tradition. Many times, you don't understand the ideas and thoughts of our ancestors."

"Okay, after saying so much, I want to tell you that this big pot of stewed noodles is not simple, it is not the bargain of eating in the big bowls on the street, nor is it the vulgar noodles that are bullied and stole the world and said that they are not nourishing at all. The noodles I made are just four words - real ingredients!" After saying that, he looked at Cao Yidao fiercely.

The words of the "God of Food" in the high-hat made Cao Yidao very embarrassed, and Lin Yi was a little embarrassed. Although he didn't say it before, he felt that the noodles were too loose. He didn't expect that it would take so much effort to make a dish of noodles. It seemed that rich people knew how to eat, and they had a lot of meaning. It was just that the three-month-old lamb was slaughtered after he finished his breasts. Lin Yi sighed.

Lin Yi's depressed expression was caught by Tang Ling, the only woman on the dining table. When everyone was amazed at this rare noodles meal, Lin Yi's pity immediately reminded Tang Ling of the slaughtered little lamb. As a woman, her heart was soft. In fact, she had the same thoughts as Lin Yi. When she looked at her man beside her, she was licking her mouth and her eyes were radiating. She couldn't wait to prepare a piece of mutton to taste it, and she felt a little disappointed.

...

Divide noodles and soup.

Lin Yi said, "I'm not hungry." He pushed the face he got to coach Huang, who was silent.

Teacher Huang was not polite and didn't even say "thank you". It made Cao Yidao feel so sad. To be honest, his noodles were not enough to eat.

Without further ado, the next thing is everyone eating and drinking.

In the blink of an eye, a large pot of nourishing noodles was gone.

Xu Haoming did not ask the master to take a few more bowls, but instead asked him to go down and rest. Sometimes he couldn't eat too much good things, not because he felt that it was wasteful, but because the food was rare and the food was the same. If there were too many, it would become vulgar and there would be no mysterious spirit in the rumors.

Just when everyone was still feeling the same, as the host, Xu Haoming suddenly clapped his hands and said, "Since everyone is full of food and drink, let's do the serious business, Lao Zhu, Lao Liu, and Lao Ma, hurry up and present the treasure!"

Old Zhu and the other two laughed, wiped their mouths readily and threw away the tissue, stood up and said, "The three of us are waiting for you!"
Chapter completed!