The husband is a grinding goblin [farming]

So you see my face

When Gu Fu and Zhong Yao came, the restaurant hadn't opened yet.

Zhong Yao: Brother Fu, what happened today?

Gu Fu stared blankly at the unopened door, and then smiled wryly. He knew that the little brother was just a child-like interest, so why did he disturb his mind.

Then he thought, it's not just a child, a boy who is only fourteen or fifteen years old, such feelings come and go quickly.

When Gu Fu thought about it, his heart sank.

When the shopkeeper came to open the door, he saw Gu Fu and his two young men were already waiting for him to open the door. Gu Fu leaned against the wall and leaned against the wall, as if he was looking like something. Zhong Yao was dozing off on the stone ladder. This scene immediately made him laugh.

"Why did you come so early today? Have you had breakfast?" The shopkeeper took out the key hanging around his neck from his chest, opened the door, and let the two of them in.

"Not yet~" Zhong Yao said pitifully, clutching his stomach.

The shopkeeper said, "I haven't eaten either, where is Gu Fu?"

Gu Fu looked at them, "I ate, I'll make it for you."

Zhong Yao immediately answered "Yes", and the porridge cooked by Brother Fu was also delicious, it was the best porridge he had ever eaten.

Gu Fu saw that there was still some dough left in the kitchen yesterday, enough to cook a bowl of noodles for the two of them, so he rolled up his sleeves, washed his hands and dried them, took the dough and kneaded it.

Because the cloth covering the dough was wet with water last night, the dough was not hardened. Gu Fu kneaded it a few times and it formed into a ball.Zhong Yao lit a fire for Gu Fu, thinking that brother Fu would give him porridge, but he didn't think there would be such a surprise!

He hasn't eaten Brother Fu's noodles yet!

The shopkeeper was doing the abacus outside, sorting out the books, his stomach was growling, and he put the abacus in. After the kitchen opened the curtain, he saw Gu Fu holding the dough in one hand and a knife in the other, cutting the dough quickly and accurately. The knife noodles fell into the boiling water.

Shopkeeper: "!!!"

Zhong Yao was also dumbfounded. He saw Brother Fu quickly and skillfully cut the noodles with the knife, and finished peeling the dough in a short while.

When he was shocked and couldn't bear it, he stood up and looked into the pot, and saw that the noodles were only finger-sized, thin and wide, bobbing up and down as the hot water rolled.

After Gu Fu shaved the noodles, he went to make soup for them. The seasoning was not as rich as modern ones, and only onion, ginger, garlic and vinegar were put in. Gu Fu put a small spoonful of lard in the bowl, and scooped the noodle soup from the pot with a big spoon. Into the bowl, the aroma of the soup comes out immediately.

Gu Fu took the time to scoop up the sliced ​​noodles from the pot and put them into two bowls respectively, "Cease the fire, we can eat noodles now."

The shopkeeper approached Gu Fu, and when he looked at it now, he could clearly see that the noodles cut out with a knife were of the same size and thickness, only the size of a thumb, white and tender with a strong texture, and it became more tempting when mixed with soup. people.

Gu Fu took the chopsticks and handed them to the two people who came to the side of the bowl. The two of them took the chopsticks and mixed the sliced ​​noodles with the knife in unison. They picked up the bowl and started to eat.

The texture of the noodles was smooth, firm and elastic, and covered with hot and sour soup. The two of them buried their heads in eating the delicious noodles, gobbling them like they had been hungry for several days.

After the two of them finished eating, they drank all the soup, and finally licked the corners of their mouths.

Zhong Yao said: "Brother Fu, this noodles are so delicious! What kind of noodles are they called?"

The shopkeeper also looked at Gu Fu.

While washing the pot, Gu Fu said, "Sliced ​​noodles."

The two said "Oh" in unison.

The shopkeeper looked at the empty bowl, then at Gu Fu, "Xiao Gu, why don't you add the sliced ​​noodles?"

"Okay, I only make ten bowls a day, eight dollars a bowl." Gu Fu said.

Shopkeeper, Zhong Yao: "!!!"

Zhong Yao: "Brother, is the price too high? The most expensive pork noodle in the shop is only six dollars."

Gu Fu: "Then six dollars."

Shopkeeper, Zhong Yao: "..."

Then the two thought that what Gu Fu cooked was so delicious, it was no less than pork noodles, and it was worth the price.

The shopkeeper said, "Wouldn't it be too little to only sell ten bowls a day?"

"A lot."

Since Gu Fu said so, he couldn't help but ask Zhong Yao to promote the sliced ​​noodles today, if it doesn't sell well, let it go.

At Chenshi, everyone came together, and some of them came to the store for breakfast. Zhong Yao tried his best to recommend Gu Fu's sliced ​​noodles.

Ask: "How much?"

Answer: "... six coins."

Ask: "Is there any meat?"

Answer: "...No, you can add meat..."

The guest slapped the table and said angrily: "The price is so high without meat, is it stealing money? Don't eat this! Old rules, have a bowl of noodle soup!"

One morning, Gu Fu didn't even push out a bowl of sliced ​​noodles.

Before Fei Bao recovered from his illness, he sneaked out to become a monk. He hadn't come for two days, and he was afraid that if he didn't come again, Gu Fu wouldn't even bother to talk to him.

Everyone had lunch at noon, when we were rectifying.

Gu Fu heard Zhong Yao's voice coming from the door.

"Master Fei, you are here!"

"...well, actually, today I... came to see... cough cough cough..."

Gu Fu heard a low cough coming from the door, he was muffled, turned his head to look at him, and saw Fei Bao standing at the door with the curtain lifted to look at him, his face was pale, coughing with his mouth covered.

When Fei Bao looked at Gu Fu, he felt that there was something surging in those dark eyes, and then he regained his composure when he looked again.

He covered his mouth, fearing that he would pass on typhoid fever to other people. He looked at Gu Fu with a pair of wet and beautiful eyes. He walked up to Gu Fu and whispered, "I've been sick for the past few days, so I didn't come here...you don't know me..."

Fei Bao wanted to cough very much, but he held it back. Seeing that Gu Fu didn't respond, he stretched out his hand to tug at the hem of his clothes.

Gu Fu only felt that his heart was very complicated, and in the end, as if he had compromised, he took Fei Bao's hand and walked out of the back kitchen in full view.

The two little brothers who were burning the fire looked at each other and smiled.

The back door of the restaurant, in a remote corner.

Fei Bao: "Cough cough cough..."

Gu Fu looked at him for a while, then turned around and went into the room and brought out a bowl of hot water, "Drink."

Fei Bao took it over, his cold hand touched the warm bowl wall, making Fei Bao grin, holding the bowl and took a sip, his beautiful eyes curved into crescents, people thought he was drinking honey water without knowing it, it was so sweet so.

Because of the moisture of the water, Fei Bao's small, dry mouth was full of water, and the color of the petals was a little less than that of the delicate flowers.

Fei Bao lowered his brows and explained pitifully: "I also want to come these few days...cough cough, but I'm sick and my brother won't let me come...cough cough cough."

The voice is nasal because of typhoid fever, and the voice is not soft, and now it is deliberately acting like a baby, making people feel soft-hearted after hearing it.

Gu Fu: "No need."

Fei Bao got angry when he heard the words, and kept chasing him away, "I won't, I'll come!"

Gu Fu: "So, do you like my face?"

—— Fei Bao often stared at his face, he knew it.

Fei Bao: "..."

Feeling a little guilty, Fei Bao retorted, "No, no!"

Gu Fu persisted: "What is that?"

Fei Bao: ...Why don't you usually see this person talking so much? !