Super Chef Tycoon

Chapter 50 The Strange Old Man
Chapter 50 The Weird Old Man
The fried rice noodles were ready in no time. There were two plates, one containing fried rice noodles and the other with two sizzling beef skewers.
Fuck!Is this still fried rice noodles?The rice noodles are crystal clear like amber, and smell the fragrance of bamboo leaves. What's the matter?
Although he couldn't figure it out, it couldn't stop Chen Ming's greedy tongue, and he just picked up a chopstick of fried rice noodles and put it into his mouth!That wonderful taste actually made Chen Ming couldn't help moaning.

"Quiet, don't make messy noises while eating!"

"Yeah, I know! But it's really delicious!"

Chen Ming couldn't help it, he was about to cry now, for the first time, he was thanking his mother for giving birth to him, so that he could taste such delicious fried rice noodles!
Just as Chen Ming was feasting, an old voice suddenly sounded beside him.

"Young man, what are you eating? The old man smells really delicious!"

Chen Ming quickly swallowed a mouthful of rice noodles, and looked back. A white-haired old man stood behind him, looking curiously at the bowls and chopsticks in front of Chen Ming.

"Old man, this is Yang Song's fried rice noodles. It tastes so good that I'm about to cry!" Chen Ming didn't have any adjectives, so he had to express it with his true feelings.

After the old man saw it, he chuckled, nodded, and said to Yang Song, "Young man, give this old man a share!"

Seeing that it was an old man, Yang Song originally nodded and sold it directly, but what happened to the group of aunts a few days ago made Yang Song feel apprehensive, so he pointed to the bulletin board next to him and kindly reminded him.

"Old man, take a look first, my price is a bit high, if you can accept it, I'll make it for you right away!"

When facing the elderly, Yang Song habitually said a little more, but the system did not speak. It seemed that it was okay to respect the old and love the young.

Trembling slightly, the old man picked up the reading glasses, glanced at the price list, and smiled, "No problem, this price is acceptable to me!"

"That's good! You sit down first, the fried rice noodles will be ready soon!"

Three minutes later, a piece of steaming fried rice noodles appeared in front of the old man. The old man lowered his head slightly and sniffed it. Suddenly, a surprised expression appeared on his whole face.

He carefully picked up a green onion, and excitedly asked Yang Song: "Young man, I ask you, is this the legendary green onion?"

"That's right! Old man, you know that too?" Yang Song was a little curious. Didn't the system say that green bamboo onions had become extinct hundreds of years ago?How come this is the second guest, so I recognized it.

With a look of excitement on his face, the old man put the green bamboo green onion on the chopsticks into his mouth, and began to savor it carefully.

After a while, he opened his eyes with a satisfied face, "Ah, I never expected that it is a fate to be able to eat green bamboo scallions that have been extinct for a hundred years in this kind of place!"

Chen Ming had already finished his fried rice noodles!Baji babbled, looked at the old man curiously, and asked, "Green bamboo onions? What is it?"

It seems that the old man is in a good mood today, and he began to explain the green bamboo onions to Chen Ming carefully.

"Green bamboo onion, originally a kind of chive that grows in Zhushan, is accompanied by green bamboo all the year round. Compared with ordinary chives, it is only about the same size, but it has a faint fragrance of bamboo leaves. It is really wonderful when paired with pasta. Matching! If you look at this rice noodle again, it is clearly made of the most authentic Wannian tribute rice. It is definitely made by stone grinding, let alone the black-bone egg. Eggs of this quality do not cost dozens of dollars. I can't get it! Mediterranean red shrimp, I have to say, I have never tasted such a pure taste, young man, your store has something, but the price of 150 is not too cheap?"

Chen Ming clicked his tongue inwardly. Could this old man be stupid? A bowl of rice noodles costing more than 100 yuan is actually cheap!This is myself, and others can't eat it every day!And told me it was cheap!Really.

There was a faint smile on Yang Song's face, as if he didn't care much, "The old man is really good, if you like the fried rice noodles from the boy, please finish it, otherwise you can take a look!"

The old man glanced at the bulletin board again, laughed, and nodded again and again: "That's right! The little master has a bit of a temper! But it's just what I want! The old man must abide by the rules, and finish the rice noodles!"

"Thank you for understanding!" Yang Song smiled, his face was calm, but in his heart, 1000 million grass-mud horses rushed past. What is the origin of this old man?After seeing all the materials I had, I just had to tell Chen Ming what price he was using.

I can taste it because I have a system, but what about him?Is it really the national chef who has been in the kitchen all his life?Otherwise, Yang Song really didn't know what this old man was from.

It seems that the old man is already in his seventies, but he has a good appetite. He finished a bowl of fried rice noodles in threes and fives, but seeing that he was still unsatisfied, he waved his hand again and shouted: "Little master, have another serving!"

Chen Ming was watching the old man eating, and he forgot what he wanted to do. Now when he heard the old man shouting for another bowl, he also quickly shouted: "Yang Song, give me one too!"

Yang Song shook his head, and said coldly, "Fried rice noodles are limited to one serving per day. If you are not full, why not consider other foods?"

"When did you add this item?" Chen Ming shouted in dissatisfaction. You didn't write it on the sign before, and now you have this item again.

Seeing that Chen Ming was dissatisfied, Yang Song came out, took a chalk, and wrote on the bulletin board, fried rice noodles are limited to one serving!
The old man didn't care much at that time. He shouted before, but he was simply not full. He had already tasted the delicious food once. If this is the case, then order something else!
"Let's not embarrass the little master, all the skewers on your signboard, I will have a portion!"

"Okay! Just a moment!"

Chen Ming looked at it, nodded helplessly, and shouted: "I'll have a portion too! That's right! I want two skewers of the grilled chicken wings! Don't be spicy!"

I don’t know why, if I eat a bowl of such a big fried rice noodles in other places, I won’t be able to eat three or four bowls, but I don’t know why, at Yang Song’s side, after only eating one bowl, I feel almost the same. It's simply not eating enough!

All the skewers came up soon, the old man picked up the beef skewers, looked at the beef skewers solemnly, looked at them for a long time, and finally took a bite.

(End of this chapter)