Chu Yunfei nodded, "Is this restaurant's house yours own?"

"Yes."

"How much demolition compensation is the developer giving you? You have a house in the front office, so it should be a lot. Do you want the house or the money you want?"

"My wife is gone. My child is working in another place. After the restaurant is closed, I will go back to my hometown to buy a house, so what I want is money to make up for. The demolition team said that I will compensate me at most 500,000 yuan. Although it is not too much, it is still okay to go back to my hometown to buy a house with a small courtyard."

"What?!" Jia Peng on the side said in disbelief: "It's only 500,000? Uncle Liu! You have been fooled by the demolition team! This two-story street building costs at least one million."

"Is there so many? It's impossible. The demolition of their door-head houses on the street is basically the same number." Liu Yi couldn't believe it.

"This is too dark..." Jia Peng was speechless, "It seems that not only you, they all suffer the same loss!"

Chu Yunfei looked at Liu Ming sitting opposite him, and a cold light flashed in his eyes. Liu Ming lowered his head and did not dare to look at him.

"Brother, is the developer asking you to sign?"

"No..." The old man with one-armed face was even tighter. "It was the famous gangster here who came to us to sign. The demolition team is also theirs. They said that the developer has handed over the demolition matter to them..."

Jia Peng snorted coldly, "Developers save trouble. They not only spend less money, but also can solve unnecessary demolition troubles."

At this time, the voice of Chen Feng from the kitchen came, "Jia Peng, come here to show his face."

"Haole."

Jia Peng walked to the kitchen and saw that Chen Feng had prepared two bowls of steaming noodles. He said in surprise: "Brother Feng, do you really know how to make Yangchun noodles?"

"What? Is it strange? Didn't you say I'm a chef in prison?"

"But I've never seen you have a lingering couple."

"It doesn't mean you won't do it." Chen Feng said: "Come over quickly and don't let the customers wait in a hurry."

Jia Peng walked back to the front hall with two bowls of Yangchun noodles and placed it in front of Chu Yunfei.

Chu Yunfei said in surprise: "This surface is slender, bright and clear, the soup is thick and white, and the fragrance is attractive. The surface color alone can stimulate people's appetite."

He couldn't wait to take a bite, and his eyes burst into admiration, "The noodles are glutinous and strong, the noodle soup is rich in scallion, and the sweetness of lard is not greasy at all. It's so delicious. This is the authentic Yangchun noodles!"

Liu Yi and Jia Peng were both surprised. Liu Yi was surprised that this boy who came halfway could make such authentic Yangchun noodles. Although he didn't know what authentic Yangchun noodles tasted, this boss must have seen the world and had eaten all kinds of delicious foods. He said that authenticity must be right.

Jia Peng was surprised that Chen Feng had cooked dishes in prison for two years, but he just became a monk halfway through the journey. He said that he had good cooking skills and even the prison guards liked to eat them, but he was just exaggerating himself. Unexpectedly, he really couldn't reveal it. However, it was also possible that the blind cat met a dead mouse.

Chu Yunfei looked at Liu Ming, "Liu Ming, you can eat it too, try the taste of this spring noodles..."

Liu Ming took a bite and nodded, "Dong Chu, it tastes similar to the authentic Yangchun noodles we ate in Yangcheng last year, and it seems to be a little better."

"That's right, especially the taste of this side is better than the Yangchun noodles in Yangcheng." Chu Yunfei smiled and said, "I didn't expect there would be surprises in the city restaurants. It's true that he is a master among the people!"

He said to Liu Yi: "Brother Liu, you cook the noodles very well. No wonder you only make noodles. Just this Yangchun noodles can make your restaurant famous."

Liu Yi smiled embarrassedly and thought to himself that you didn't know that this dough-making master came just a few minutes earlier than you.

Chu Yunfei had nothing left in the soup and said satisfied: "Brother Liu, can you let your chef come out? I'll say something to him."

"I'll call him!"

Jia Peng immediately ran to the kitchen, "Brother Feng, the boss of Yangchun noodles you made is very satisfied. I want to see you!"

It’s strange if you are not satisfied. Chen Feng was shocked when he was making noodles just now. Starting from kneading the noodles, he was very skilled in every step. The knife skills, heat, and material release seemed to be engraved in his mind, no, it was in his heart.

Just after making the noodles, Chen Feng tasted it himself, and he was surprised by the deliciousness.

Could the only flame with memory in my mind be the kitchen fire?

I probably remember the two years of being a chef in prison.

"OK."

After cleaning up, Chen Feng came to the front hall.

When Chu Yunfei saw Chen Feng coming out, he smiled and said, "Little brother, come and sit down."

Chen Feng pulled a chair and sat next to him.

"Are the little brother from the south?"

Chen Feng shook his head, "No."

It shouldn't be the case. The address on my ID card also says people from Taishan City, Dongshan Province, in the north.

"Your Yangchun face is so authentic, I thought you were from the south or even from Yangcheng."

"I... learned from others."

"It seems that your master is a southerner and should be an amazing chef."

Many people can do Yangchun noodles, but few people do so authentically. How can the apprentices taught can do so well? How can they be masters be poor?

Chu Yunfei stood up, looked at Liu Ming and said, "You go check out and give more."

Liu Ming nodded, immediately took out his wallet, opened it and took out a small stack of hundred-dollar bills. It was estimated that at least ten pieces were placed on the dining table and said to Liu Yi: "Uncle, I will give it to you."

"It's too much." Liu Yi was shocked. He was just two bowls of noodles, no matter how delicious it was, he would give so much.

"It's rare that Dong Chu is so happy, you deserve it." Liu Ming said.

"Brother Liu, please accept it. If you come again, I will still come here to eat. Of course, if you have not demolished it yet." Chu Yunfei looked at Chen Feng, "After the demolition, if the little brother wants to go to the city to find a job as a chef, you can go to Chujiang Group to find me."

Chen Feng thought to himself that the man called him Dong Chu, he should be the chairman of this Chujiang Group.

"Thank you, boss, I'll consider it."

"Okay, I'll leave, goodbye."

After Chu Yunfei finished speaking, Liu Ming immediately ran two steps, opened the curtain, and let Chu Yunfei go out.

After seeing their luxury car driving away, Jia Peng immediately said to Chen Feng: "Brother Feng, you are so anxious. Why didn't you continue to tell him that he wants to find a job in the city now?"

Chen Feng shook his head and said, "He just said something casually. You can't take it too seriously. Besides, what should I do if I go to work in the city? If it's really possible, I'll talk about it later."

"Oh, that's right."

But Jia Peng immediately thought, you have been in prison for ten years, and your daughter has grown up as well? With your daughter’s attitude towards you, I guess she wishes you were far away from her.
Chapter completed!