Siheyuan: Damao carried me back from under the bridge

The person in front of him not only knew how to cook, but he was also so good at it. In Yang Ling'er's eyes, this was a rare thing.

Lao Yu, the cook in the cafeteria, felt that he could not see clearly enough from a distance, and now he was behind He Yuzhu. His eyes were fixed on He Yuzhu's every move, vowing to learn He Yuzhu's craftsmanship.

After a busy meal, a big pot of steaming noodles comes out of the pot.

He Yuzhu served a large bowl to everyone present, poured marinated sauce on it, and put on top the side dishes he had cooked.

You don’t need to taste the noodles. Just by looking at the appearance, you can tell that they don’t taste too bad.

"I'll have a bowl first." Li Yunlong stepped forward unceremoniously and picked up a bowl and started eating.

Just one mouthful made Li Yunlong's eyes straighten.

Is this fucking noodles?

How can this be noodles?

Li Yunlong saw that there was still some left in the pot and hurriedly made the noodles without saying anything.

As long as you eat quickly, the remaining bowl in the pot will still be yours.

No, after finishing these two bowls, what do you want to eat for dinner?

We, Lao Li, haven’t had enough yet.

Holding the noodle bowl, Li Yunlong quietly slipped out while everyone was engrossed in eating noodles.

After sneaking out, he found his guard: "Huzi, come here and have a taste."

Li Yunlong picked up a few noodles with chopsticks and fed them to his guards.

Guard Hu Zi was a little confused, but he still opened his mouth to eat.

After one sip, guard Huzi was dumbfounded.

"How come these noodles are so delicious?" Huzi replied.

"Do you want to eat a big bowl of these noodles?" Li Yunlong asked.

"I think." Huzi replied without hesitation.

He thought Li Yunlong was going to give him a bowl!

"These noodles are made by He Yuzhu, the guy on the motorcycle. He is leaving now. We have to find a way to keep him. You go and remove the wheels from He Yuzhu's motorcycle. We will tell him when he goes back to look for it. If you unloaded it by mistake, tell him that the engineer didn't know it was an outsider's car and thought it belonged to our own army. You are pretending to go find that engineer to punish him." Li Yunlong ordered thiefly.

"Understood..." Guard Huzi immediately understood what Li Yunlong meant and immediately went to ask someone to unload the wheel.

Poor He Yuzhu still didn't know that the wheels of his car had been removed, and he was still accepting the admiration of everyone in the kitchen.

"Brother, no wonder Master said that your cooking skills have surpassed his. The noodles you make are much more delicious than those made by Master." Yang Jiu's mouth was full of food, and his voice was not loud when he spoke. clear.

Yang Ling'er has never eaten good food since she was a child.

The best meal she had was when she came back last night. Li Yunlong specially made her a plate of braised pork and a boiled egg.

Last night, Yang Ling'er felt that braised pork and boiled eggs were the most delicious things in the world.

But now after eating this noodle, she realized that the most delicious noodles in the world are noodles. No, the most delicious noodles in the world should be noodles cooked by men.

Tan Yingxiong didn't know if he could cook noodles... Yang Ling'er didn't know why this idea suddenly came to her.

The senior leader had eaten the food cooked by Tan Hui. When he was eating noodles, he subconsciously started to compare the noodles cooked by He Yuzhu with those cooked by Tan Hui.

With just one bite, the leader knew what his son said: Senior brother's cooking skills have far exceeded the meaning of the master's words.

Indeed, it is better to be better than blue.

City Bureau Old Wu had already eaten before coming, and just had a bowl of noodles cooked by Yang Jiu. He couldn't eat it now.

So when He Yuzhu handed over a bowl of noodles, City Bureau boss Wu politely refused: "Thank you, I'm not hungry."

Lao Yu in the army canteen also had a bowl. As a cook, after finishing the noodles, Lao Yu was far more shocked than the others.

He saw with his own eyes the ingredients He Yuzhu took from him, and the flour was scooped out of their rice vat.

However, how could there be such a big difference between things made with the same ingredients?

The old man in the cafeteria was eating noodles, and he was beginning to doubt his life.

After Li Yunlong finished instructing the security guards on what to do outside, he returned to the cafeteria pretending to be nonchalant.

"It's delicious, it's really delicious. The chef at the National Restaurant is different." Our old man, Li, is a rough guy and eats quickly. When he comes back, the bowl is already empty.

Li Yunlong looked at the pot and found that it was empty, but there was still a bowl next to the stove.

This is the bowl that City Bureau Old Wu didn’t eat.

Li Yunlong was overjoyed when he found that there was an extra bowl, and he reached out to take it.

Just when he was about to take it, a small hand swooped in front of him and snatched the bowl away.

"Uh..." A woman burped: "This bowl of noodles is so delicious, uh... I'll have another bowl."

The person who spoke was none other than Yang Ling'er.

When Li Yunlong saw Yang Ling'er grabbing his noodles, he smacked his lips and said nothing.

This was his niece. If there were other people present, he, Lao Li, would definitely grab it. Even if Lao Yang took it away, he would still have to grab it.

"Is it that delicious? See how you eat without raising your head?" Old Wu from the Municipal Bureau asked a little funny.

"Is it delicious?" Li Yunlong saw that City Bureau Old Wu didn't eat it, and he immediately wanted to ridicule him: "It's a pity that you didn't eat it. I think you have never tasted such good noodles in your life."

"You are exaggerating." City Bureau Old Wu looked disdainful.

Although the bowl Yang Jiu cooked just now was delicious, it was not that amazing.

Although the food made by He Yuzhu looks good, how delicious is it?

When Li Yunlong saw the expression on the face of Old Wu from the Municipal Bureau, he immediately quit. He had to let this old boy take a small bite.

"Eldest niece, don't eat it yet. I'll get you a small bowl and give it to your Uncle Wu." Li Yunlong said, then went to get a small bowl and handed it to Yang Ling'er.

Yang Ling'er looked at the small bowl that was handed over, feeling reluctant to part with it.

Such delicious food must be shared with others.

Yang Ling'er held the chopsticks in her hand and didn't move for a long time. She really couldn't bear to part with them.

"Just a little bit will be fine." Li Yunlong urged.

"Oh..." Yang Ling'er reluctantly responded, then picked up the dough and picked up some. Maybe she felt that it was too much, and her hands shook a few times unconsciously.

Finally, he took a small bite and put it into the bowl handed over by Li Yunlong.

Looking at the noodles in the bowl, which was less than a bite, Li Yunlong was quite satisfied, but he just wanted to give the old boy a few bites to let him savor the taste, so that he would want to eat but couldn't.

Our old Li is very bad.

Seeing Li Yunlong handing over half-eaten noodles, City Bureau Old Wu wanted to refuse, but he saw the cook in the cafeteria, Old Yu, licking the bottom of the bowl. Out of curiosity, he took the bowl handed over by Li Yunlong.

Just one mouthful of noodles is not enough...