The man just went downstairs and ordered a random bowl of noodles for his child. He didn't expect that his son, who is usually a picky eater, would eat it with relish, and he smelled it very delicious, so he followed his son to taste it and found this restaurant after tasting it The noodles tasted very good. After eating this mouthful, it made him feel the hunger in his stomach. He couldn't help but go downstairs and ask for two more bowls.

As for this young scholar, he was a guest who lived opposite the man. He read a book with the window open at night. When the man passed by with his face in his face, the scent just came in from the window, which attracted his attention, so he followed him downstairs. Come.

Before Father Jiang and Uncle Cai could react, Jiang Li stepped forward and said to the man and the scholar, "Do you two need Yangchun noodles? Do you need to add an omelette?"

The practice of Yangchun noodles varies from place to place. It's a little different. In this world, there is no such thing as fried eggs in Yangchun noodles. As soon as Jiang Li finished speaking, the man and the scholar asked at the same time, "Can you add eggs?"

"Of course." Jiang Li nodded and spoke eloquently. "Fine, medium, fully cooked, you can choose, if the two guests like to eat eggs, it is recommended to choose medium cooked, gently poke the middle of the yolk with chopsticks, and the half-cooked yolk will be removed. It overflows like quicksand, and after stirring, the fragrance of egg yolk will melt into the noodles, which is very delicious."

His description made the man and the scholar swallow at the same time, as if they could smell the combination of the strong egg fragrance and the noodles fragrance. Xianmei, who were together, looked at each other, and said in unison: "Add eggs, five mature!"

"Okay." Jiang Li agreed, "But you need to add a penny to add eggs." The

two replied, "No problem! Jiang Li nodded in

satisfaction, and then said to the man, "This eldest brother said he wanted two bowls just now, so why don't you want one of the bowls to be fully cooked omelettes?"

"No problem." The man readily responded.

After Jiang Li ordered things in a few words, he turned around and entered the kitchen. Uncle Cai came back to his senses and hurried over to greet the two guests to sit down and wait.

The man had a child upstairs who needed to be taken care of. He didn't sit down on the first floor, he said to Uncle Cai, "Send the face upstairs" and went upstairs.

However, the scholar was alone and widowed, and it was the same wherever he waited, so he sat down, took a sip of tea that Uncle Cai had just poured, and said to Father Jiang, who was standing at the checkout counter, "Shopkeeper, the smell on your side smells the same. It's not the same as before! Changed the chef?"

He lived here yesterday, and ordered a bowl of Yangchun noodles. At that time, he thought the taste was average, quite satisfactory, not too bad, but not too delicious. It's just the taste in other people's bowls, so I can't help but want to taste it.

Jiang's father still had half a bowl of noodles in his bowl, but at this time someone was waiting here, so he couldn't continue eating, and replied with a smile: "The chef didn't change it, it was my son who temporarily helped me with the noodles just now. The one I recommended to you." The

scholar was a little surprised when he heard the words, and looked in the direction of the kitchen, he did not expect that the young master just now was the son of the shopkeeper, and he was also the party involved in the cooking.

As the saying goes, "a gentleman is far from a kitchen", the shopkeeper's son looked at a scholar dressed up, how did he become a kitchen master?

The scholar shook his head with some doubts. Although he didn't understand, he didn't ask any more questions. He drank tea and waited quietly.

Uncle Cai saw that there was nothing to do by himself, so he turned around and went to the kitchen to make a fire for Jiang Li. Before leaving, he didn't forget to take the half bowl of noodles that he had left at the checkout counter with him.

Jiang Li was quick to cook the noodles, and after a while, he and Uncle Cai came out with three bowls of Yangchun noodles, each with a golden fried egg lying on top of it.

Uncle Cai brought two bowls upstairs. When Jiang Li passed the checkout counter, he put the other two fried eggs on the tray in front of Jiang's father, then brought another bowl of noodles to the scholar's table and said to him: " Guest officer, please use it slowly."

This time, the Yangchun noodles had a more savory smell of fried eggs, and the scholar smelled that smell, but felt a little uncontrollable secretion of saliva between his teeth. It was originally just a hungry stomach. Appears to be hungry.

He picked up the soup spoon, scooped up the noodle soup and took several sips. The rich broth slid down his throat and flowed all the way into his stomach. The mild cold in the autumn night was dispelled by the hot soup, and the empty stomach was filled with bursts of warmth. meaning.

"Delicious!" The scholar sighed and used chopsticks to pierce the egg yolk of the fried egg. The golden egg yolk flowed out of the crack and spread into the soup. He stirred it with chopsticks a few times, and the milky soup turned golden brown. When he got up, even the white noodles had turned a light yellow color, and with the green embellishment on it, the whole thing looked very delicious, so he couldn't help but roll up a handful of noodles with chopsticks and ate it.

Jiang Li returned to the checkout counter and saw that Father Jiang had not finished eating, so he urged him in a low voice: "Dad, eat quickly, it will be cold in a while."

"Oh oh oh." Father Jiang nodded hurriedly and picked up The fried egg he prepared for himself took a bite into his mouth.

The fried egg is eight-ripe, the egg yolk is neither soft nor hard, just right, the egg white is fried to a light yellow color, the edges are slightly crispy, and there are layers of light oil foam on the top. When you bite into it, the aroma of lard and the The fresh fragrance of the egg itself spread out in his mouth, causing Father Jiang to narrow his eyes slightly.

good to eat!

This was Father Jiang's first feeling. He didn't swallow one mouthful, then took a second bite, and then a third bite, and he ate a fried egg in three or two.

Jiang Li thoughtfully handed him a cup of tea beside him to dissolve the tiredness. Looking at the satisfied expression of the old father, he couldn't help but laugh, but it was just a fried egg, and he was so easily satisfied.

But thinking about it, it can be understood that his satisfaction is not only satisfied with the deliciousness of the food, but more because his son cooks for himself.

The scholar quickly finished the bowl of noodles, and even drank the soup at the bottom of the bowl. Then he put the bowl down, sighed contentedly, and said, "This is the best meal I've ever eaten in the past few years. Delicious Yangchun noodles."

Jiang Li heard the words, smiled and continued: "Actually, tonight is too rush, there is no time to knead the noodles again, the noodles are not strong enough, if the guest officer likes it, you can try something else tomorrow. "

"It's natural, I'll have to try something else tomorrow." When the scholar heard this, he responded immediately, then looked at Jiang Li, and said doubtfully, "By the way, little shopkeeper, I think you are also dressed as a scholar, why? Is your cooking so good? None of the scholars I know can cook."

"I thought about it in my spare time." Jiang Li made a random excuse, "Since you called me the little shopkeeper, Then I definitely want my son to inherit his father's business, and I don't have the skills, how can I do it?"

"That's true." The scholar nodded in agreement. Although there is a saying that "a gentleman is far from a kitchen", everyone has their own choices. I didn't think there was anything wrong, and after paying the money, I went upstairs.

Jiang Li handed over the silver taels he received to his father. Seeing that he was hesitant to say anything, he knew that he had some doubts about what he had just said, so he said, "Dad, if you have anything to say, just say it."

"Li Son, you just said that the son inherits the father's business..." Jiang's father hesitated, "Is that what Dad thought?"

Jiang Li nodded: "Exactly, I came back this time to help you manage the inn. Business."

"Then you won't take the academy exam next year?" Father Jiang hurriedly asked.

He sent his son to study, so that he could stand out and live a good life, not to live in this small place like himself, and even a small inn was not able to take care of it well. When the big academy came back, he actually told him to take care of the inn business for him?

"The time for the academy exam is still early, let's talk about it next year." Jiang Li knew his intentions, so he didn't talk about it, but changed the subject, "By the way, Dad, I have an idea, our inn is on the third floor. Lou, I want to convert the first and second floors into a restaurant, leaving only the third floor for guests to live in. What do you think?"

"Change it into a restaurant?" Father Jiang asked in surprise, "Why do you suddenly think this way? There are restaurants and restaurants all over the place, and business is not easy to do."

Speaking of this, he sighed with a sad look on his face, obviously having been worn down by the dismal business over the years and lost his confidence.

"I know, I think so..."

Jiang Li explained his thoughts to his father succinctly. He planned to convert the first and second floors into restaurants. There were eight rooms on the second floor. One side would be an open lounge and the other would be a closed one. Although the view on the second floor is not as good as that on the third floor, it is still quite open and should be welcomed.

If they were only to be inns, their family would not be at an advantage in Qingshui Town, a tourist town where inns are everywhere, but it was different when they were restaurants.

As the saying goes, "The fragrance of wine is not afraid of deep alleys". When the restaurant opens, it will attract customers with the help of publicity and publicity, and it will be passed on from ten to ten, plus his good cooking skills combining Chinese and Western, there are many aspects of "food". Work hard, don't worry about not being famous.

Father Jiang listened to his words and pondered for a while, but did not agree immediately.

Jiang Li is not in a hurry, anyway, he has time, and the guests in the inn will definitely have to eat tomorrow. Then he will show his old father a hand and use his strength to prove to him that he is not imaginative.

After making up his mind, Jiang Li spoke to Jiang's father, and went back to his house in the backyard to take a bath. He had been on the road for a day today and brought some dust on his body.

When Yuan Shen was in school at Puzhou University, although his house was empty, Jiang's father often cleaned it, so it was very clean. Jiang Li didn't need to do more cleaning.

After bathing, he went to the inn again, intending to accompany Jiang's father to watch the night, but he was driven back by Jiang's father after a while.

Father Jiang said that he and Uncle Cai took turns to watch the night, without Jiang Li's help, Jiang Li couldn't beat him, so he had to go back to his room to sleep.

The next day, Jiang Li got up early. After washing up, he went to the inn to help Jiang's father. When he passed by, he found that Xuan Qing got up earlier than him and was still helping his father move the stool.

The three set the table and chairs together, Jiang Li left and opened the door of the inn. As soon as it was opened, a delicate and crisp voice was heard: "Brother Jiang Li, you are back!!"

With the sound of the voice, a pink figure rushed towards him, and it was about to fall on him. He subconsciously wanted to avoid it, but just as his feet moved, suddenly there was a hand on his waist, which took him all over. past.

The pink figure was caught off guard and fell to the ground.

Xuan Qing held Jiang Li's waist with one hand and looked at the woman on the ground expressionlessly, her voice indifferent: "Female benefactor, please respect yourself."