"No," Lin Yan's head shaking like a rattle.

"Okay," Cui Bin finally nodded.

He hooked his fingers at Lin Yan.

Lin Yan immediately dragged the stool to the front.

Cui Bin put his ear in his ear and said a few words.

Lin Yan's eyes lit up and he patted Cui Bin on the shoulder.

"You really have it."

He jumped up, ran to the door in three or two steps, opened the door and rushed.

Lin Min was about to go out, but he almost took her down.

"Goodbye to my third aunt," Lin Yan ran out without looking back.

"This kid is careless about the past and the future," Lin Min said angrily, thinking about it and coming back.

"Binbin, what are you doing with him, aren't you?"

"What," Lin Bin was doing exercises. When he heard Lin Min's question, he looked surprised.

"It's okay," Lin Min didn't want to get involved with Lin Jie's family, and she didn't want her son to get involved.

Seeing her son doing this, she stopped talking in time.

Hearing the door closed heavily, Cui Bin lowered his head again and made a workbook.

On this side, Lin Yan ran back to his home.

He was in a very good mood and spread out his big words, lay on the bed, thinking about how to implement the matter.

The concealed Lin Miao was wandering along the bustling street.

After walking about two laps, she entered a very simple restaurant.

"What are you going to do?"

As soon as I entered the door, a girl of seventeen or eighteen years old came over and asked with a smile.

Lin Miao quickly scattered the room.

The store is not big in front of it, not many tables, just four.

There are about a dozen wooden signs hanging on the wall with the types of noodles written on them.

There is a window next to it, from where you can see the process of making noodles.

The girl saw her staring at the window and tilted her head and smiled.

“Fresh?”

"This is to make you feel at ease."

Lin Miao nodded.

This method is very common later, but is rare at present.

She sat down at the table near the window and pointed to the cheapest Yangchun noodles.

"Just come here for me."

"Okay," the girl wrote down her name and shouted at the window.

He said again: "You really have good eyesight, this is the best thing for my master."

Lin Miao smiled slightly.

Yangchun noodles look simple, but not that simple to make.

First, the surface should be elastic and smooth, and secondly, the ingredients are the ingredients. This seems simple, but it should be fresh.

Of course, the most important thing is soup.

The soup should be clear but not oily, and the taste should be fresh but not dry. This is the best.

Of course, what can be done can't be done without experienced masters.

Back then, she spent countless effort on it to please Gu Ze.

Finally, I found a master who is famous for his appearance to teach me some experience.

After almost seven or eight minutes, the window opened from the inside and a bowl of pointed top surface was pushed out from the inside.

The girl brought the noodles to Lin Miao and said with a smile: "Try it."

Lin Miao clamped some sea rice scattered on it.

When I tasted it in the mouth, it was soft and hard, but the meat was a little loose and the taste was a bit bad.

She pinched some noodles and bite two, which was very tough.

Taste soup again.

Before I could swallow it, I put down my chopsticks.

"What's wrong?"

Before the girl could finish her sentence, Lin Miao said, "Do you mind if I use your kitchen?"

The girl was surprised.

Behind the window, a man in his 100 or 40 years old heard it and poked his head out.

As a chef, the most important thing is the kitchen.

This is the battlefield where they display their strengths, and they are not allowed to be involved in it at any time.

"You're this?"

The girl knew her father's fault and started to grunt immediately.

"That's right. I think your family is a bit inadequate. I just say it, I don't think it's clear enough," she smiled.

"Of course, if you think I'm troublesome, then forget it."

She shrugged and picked up the chopsticks again.

The girl turned to look at the window.

The man frowned and was very upset. He untied his apron and signaled to the girl.

"This customer, our purpose is to satisfy you. Since you think there is a problem, please be affected and make more corrections," the girl smiled and signaled to the door beside her.

In my heart, I was thinking that this girl looked younger than me, but her father was a pastry chef who had been a pastry chef for almost twenty years. Isn’t it better than her?

How could Lin Miao not see her confidence?

She went straight over and pushed open the door.

The man who was about to come out went out and walked towards her.

The man hurriedly took two steps back, "There is an apron behind the door."

Lin Miao brought the door and put on a hood and an apron.

After washing his hands twice, he asked, "Where is Haimi?"

The man turned around and took out half a pack of dry sea rice.

The color of the sea rice is a little dark, obviously aged.

Lin Miao took out one and tasted it.

The taste is a bit bad, but not much, at least it doesn't have that weird smell.

She grabbed a handful of sea rice and put it in a bowl.

Pour some water, rub it gently for a few times, and dry the water.

Then it poured a little cool and white.

“The next thing is the key.”

She came to the stove, turned on the gas stove, lit the fire, poured sesame oil, and added slices of green onion and ginger.

Fry the fragrance and take it out.

Seeing her like this, the man curled his lips.

It seems to be very profound, but in fact it is almost the same as his.

Take out the shrimps, suck the water in a soft towel, put it in, stir-fry and then it is ready to be released.

"You try again this time," Lin Miao took off her mask.

The man glanced at her, got down again, poured the soup and sprinkled shrimps.

He took off the mask, pressed the noodles with chopsticks, let the shrimps and soup blend, and then he put them in the noodles and delivered them to his mouth.

After biting twice, he stopped.
To be continued...