My system can be changed

Father Yu frowned, rolled his eyes solemnly, and secretly said:
"Looking at Xiaodie's appearance, I still like this little guy, and now I have learned the inheritance of our Yu family's Tianyu noodle."

Why not, just do it!
Father Yu's face finally showed a smile of success.

In the kitchen, Yufu showed the materials and tools needed to make Tianyu noodles.

"Da da da."

Father Yu smiled and picked up the kitchen knife with his left hand, and threw a piece of radish with his right hand, which landed right in the center of the cutting board. He made three cuts without blinking.

Before Lin Haoyu could react, the radish had already turned into several pieces. He immediately picked it up and put it into a bucket of boiling water, and cut a large piece of pork ribs, green onion, ginger, garlic, and onion with the same brilliant knife skills. The seasoning began to cover the pot and simmer.

"This process is to make high soup. Although my dad didn't have the money to buy pork when he invented it, he used dog meat soup, but it turns out that pork soup is more delicious."

Father Yu solemnly pointed to the large pot of soup beside him, smashed his mouth, stretched out five fingers and said:

"Generally speaking, between five and ten hours is enough to taste, but the longer it lasts, the more flavorful it should be."

Lin Haoyu nodded slightly, and looked at the broth a few more times in surprise, it seemed... there was no difference?

"Then uncle, apart from the broth, what's so special about Tianyu noodles?"

Lin Haoyu frowned slightly in surprise and asked.

The broth is naturally the essence of the noodles, but if that's the case alone, it can't be called "Tianyu noodles"!

Father Yu raised his eyebrows, laughed unrestrainedly, and patted Lin Haoyu's shoulder in relief, saying:

"Of course!"

He dragged Lin Haoyu through the soup making area and came to the next link—noodles.

Father Yu smirked for a while, washed his hands, kneaded a ball of dough from the panel, and said with a smile:
"In the broth just now, all the ingredients in it will not appear in the noodles. The broth that is finally added to the noodles is not made out of this pork bone soup."

Ok?
Lin Haoyu was a little puzzled, the soup was not used for eating noodles, could it be used for playing?
Father Yu pointed at the dough and said:

"This flour is ground from a type of wheat that my dad personally selected back then, and now only a farm in the suburbs of Kyoto specializes in growing it."

After a pause, Father Yu continued to laugh and said:

"What is added to the flour and noodles is not tap water, but the broth just now. The meat, onion, ginger and garlic in it will be donated to poor families outside."

Lin Haoyu was startled, what the fuck, the broth was a whole large piece of pork ribs, and it was just given to poor families for nothing?

No wonder Feather Noodles are so expensive these days, co-authoring is all expensive for these links.

"Won't this increase the cost?"

Frowning slightly, Lin Haoyu pondered for a while before he felt that this method was not feasible.

Father Yu sighed: "I know it's weird, but my dad is so stubborn, let alone me, even my grandma can't do anything to him, and they all call him a 'prodigal son'."

Needless to say, Lin Haoyu felt that this guy was really a prodigal - a large piece of ribs was used to make a pot of soup, and it was only used for kneading noodles, and the rest of the meat was given away directly.

"Feather noodles today, I think it can be improved."

Lin Haoyu frowned, secretly thinking about ways to improve the noodle formula.

Before he could come up with any good method, Father Yu continued to lead him forward, and came to the next production process of Tianyu noodles, side dishes.

The side dishes of Tianyu noodles are actually the most cumbersome in the whole production process, which is more complicated than the broth of prodigal son, wake up noodles, knead noodles and ramen noodles.

Lin Haoyu smacked his tongue secretly and sighed:
"This seemingly simple Tianyu noodles are surprisingly difficult to make."

If it wasn't for being able to make this perfect Tianyu noodles as he wanted, Father Yu wouldn't have used almost the entire second floor as a kitchen.

Lin Haoyu was startled, turned his head suspiciously to Father Yu and asked:
"As for the side dishes, you shouldn't pay as much attention to them as before, right?"

After all, it's difficult to adjust to everyone's taste, and it's impossible for all the ingredients to be eaten to be the same. Lin Haoyu also wanted to try a different and fresh combination.

Father Yu smiled slightly, waved his hand, and signaled Lin Haoyu to come out and go downstairs.

"Ok?"

Lin Haoyu turned around in surprise and looked around the kitchen. In addition to the noodle making area, there was also a noodle cooking place, and the noodle soup was naturally scooped out of the noodle soup.

The noodle soup of Tianyu Noodles is naturally quite different. It is made with beef, spices, etc., and it also includes the secret recipe of miso soup handed down by the Yu family.

Blinking his eyes slightly, he realized that other than that, there was only the warehouse site left, and he didn't see the ingredients at all.

"Could it be that the ingredients were placed downstairs?"

Lin Haoyu frowned slightly, and while thinking, followed Yu's father's footsteps to the first floor.

Father Yu chuckled, pointed at the noodle table in front of him, raised his eyebrows proudly, and said with a smile:

"Have you seen it? After the noodles upstairs are ready, they will be sent there through an elevator, and then the staff at the front desk will place the side dishes according to the needs of the customers."

Oh?
Lin Haoyu's heart trembled suddenly, which made him a little unexpected, there is such an operation?
"That means the ingredients are also placed on the first floor?"

In this way, even transportation will be much more convenient, and the efficiency of making noodles can be increased by at least 50.00%.

Hearing this, Father Yu laughed loudly, shook his head and said:
"That's not true. The ingredients are also stored in the warehouse on the second floor and marinated in advance. There are pipes leading to the cabinets where each side dish is located at the front desk. When you need to use it, you only need to open it and take it out."

Lin Haoyu, who was stunned for a while, was speechless. Why did such a seemingly simple bowl of noodles require so much effort behind it?
Silently sighing, Lin Haoyu continued to follow Father Yu to learn how to make Tianyu noodles.

A few days later, Lin Haoyu, who had finally completed the Tianyu Face Examination, let out a long and exhausted breath, sat down on a chair beside him, and took off his apron and hat.

"call!"

Lin Haoyu stuck out his tongue in embarrassment, looked at the stern father Yu with a resentful face, and silently complained:
"I always know whether it's delicious or not, but today's feather noodles are really so delicious."

cut!
Lin Haoyu is skeptical about the final taste of this strange noodle.

Frowning slightly, he sighed:
"It's strange, why does this taste... so strange?"

Every time Lin Haoyu tasted his own noodles after making them, he always tasted an unpalatable taste, which couldn't be compared with what the chef in Tianyu Noodle Restaurant made.

After thinking silently for a long time, Lin Haoyu couldn't figure out the problem, so he couldn't help but sighed.

Seeing that Lin Haoyu was exhausted, Father Yu, who had completed the entrance examination, left the kitchen silently, not knowing where he went.

After resting for a while, Lin Haoyu continued to think about the problem when making noodles.

"Could it be the soup used here?"

With an idea, Lin Haoyu shuddered all over, and immediately divided the only ball of noodles left on the panel into three small balls, took one of the balls and continued cooking.

"Gudong!"

In an instant, the noodles were completely swallowed by the boiling water, and within a few tens of seconds, Lin Haoyu fished them out again, put them in cold water for a while, and then put them into the bowl.

Lin Haoyu's face was calm, and the mask on his face could finally be worn openly:
"Passing through cold water can make the noodles more chewy."

Of course, this is only Lin Haoyu's own understanding. As for the truth, you have to ask the dead Lao Yu.

The soup was replaced with the excellent bone soup that Lin Haoyu specially bought, and the new version of Tianyu noodles made by Lin Haoyu finally came out of the pot.

"Clap."

Bringing it to the tasting table aside, Lin Haoyu picked up the chopsticks with a serious face, picked up a pair of chopsticks noodles, and stuffed them into his mouth.

The sound of eating noodles sounded with a grunt, and one-third of the dough was eaten into the stomach.

Lin Haoyu put down his chopsticks with a bluish complexion, frowned, and poured the noodles and soup into the slop bucket again.

"wrong."

Although the umami of the bone broth covers up the lack of noodles, you can still taste the smell of flour - and it's not delicious.

Originally, although Tianyu Noodles tasted full of flour, it gave people a feeling of fragrant noodles.However, what Lin Haoyu made was more about the smell of heat than the fragrance.

Lin Haoyu sighed slightly, took another ball of dough and threw it into the water, repeated the above actions, tasted it again, and poured it out again.

"wipe!"

Lin Haoyu broke the chopsticks in half angrily, gritted his teeth, stared at the last piece of dough on the table, and took a deep breath.

"Phew, this is the last piece. If it doesn't succeed, it will really be over."

Even though Father Yu didn't say anything to Lin Haoyu, Lin Haoyu could see a trace of disappointment in his tired eyes.

Three full days have passed, and the technology for making Tianyu noodles still hasn't made much progress.

Although what Lin Haoyu didn't realize was that, relying on his own efforts, he had already lit up the "noodle cooking skill LV: 3" in the system skill panel.

Lin Haoyu picked up the noodles with a slightly trembling hand and put them on the edge of the pot but did not dare to throw them down rashly.

Suddenly, a system long-lost notification sounded:
"Ding! Host, please pay attention. Cooking noodles requires hard work. As a man who wants to become the king of gourmet food, you can no longer degenerate."

Ok?