What a filial piety!

I'm already like this, and you're still trying to grab something to eat from my mouth?

"Dad, don't be angry. Your body is like this. It's not good to eat too much. If you don't have so much, let's help you a little!"

Meng Guanwen said while sucking.

The other children also kept saying yes.

"Humph, when I was in the war, I could eat seven or eight bowls of bowls twice as big as this, let alone such fragrant noodles. I thought I didn't know what you were thinking!"

The old man was very angry. He was talking to his children, and then turned to Zhou You and smiled: "Master Zhou, I'm sorry to trouble you!"

I gave bowls of rice to Mr. Meng, and Mr. Meng indeed ate slower and slower.

His body does not allow him to eat haisei, but even so, Mr. Meng has already eaten too much today.

Others saw this and breathed a sigh of relief. At the same time, those who ate the buckwheat glutinous rice all drank the soup completely.

"The master's craftsmanship this week is so good!"

"Yes, this noodle is chewy and chewy. It tastes moderately soft and firm, smooth but not greasy, and it doesn't have the weird smell of ordinary soba noodles!"

"Especially with this sour soup, a mouthful of soup and a mouthful of noodles, even gods wouldn't exchange for it!"

"This oil residue is also delicious. When soaked in the soup, the outside is softened by the soup. It tastes a bit sour, but it is still crispy on the inside. When you bite it, it will pop!"

The toppings are different, and the natural taste is also different. For example, the tomato one tastes more sour!

The bowl of noodles was eaten quickly. The rest of the Meng family ate with happy faces, but they seemed to still feel a little unsatisfied.

This is normal, after all, there is only one basin of noodles, and four generations of the Meng family are present. Some of them haven't even eaten yet, and they just watch others eat.

But what everyone is most concerned about now is Mr. Meng.

"Dad, how's it going? This is better than what you've had before!"

Mr. Meng put down his chopsticks long ago and fell silent after hearing this. Is it more delicious than the bowl of noodles in his memory?

Have it?

There's none?

He couldn't explain it clearly, but in the end, he shook his head and said: "It still smells like the bowl of noodles in my memory!"

As soon as these words came out, the hall fell silent.

Or is it the aroma of that bowl of noodles in my memory?

You know, most of the Meng family work in government agencies, especially the third generation. Because of the good fortune of the old man, their lives are stable and they have never eaten any noodles. But today’s meal of buckwheat noodles is really a masterpiece. Save

Master Bai An in Nei Ying Bin Building is far behind.

But such fragrant noodles are not as good as the bowl of noodles that the old man remembers?

Not to mention the rest of the Meng family were confused, even Zhou You was shocked.

As for the first bowl of noodles, he calculated that he had used 50% of his power, but for the second bowl, it was still 80%, but he did not pay attention to the quality of the ingredients. But this is a big restaurant after all, even if the soba noodles have other ingredients for toppings

Not the best, but not bad either.

Eighty percent of power is still no match for a bowl of noodles in his memory?

It seems that Mr. Meng really met the cooking god back then?

However, this did not dampen Zhou You, but instead aroused his competitive spirit.

So he said a few words to the old man, and then went back to the kitchen. Soon, another noodle was served.

The old man, the Meng family and others continue to eat!

It was the same as before, the old man tasted it and then praised it, as for the others...

Everyone was eating more happily than the other, and the whole hall was filled with the sound of noodles being cooked!

But the problem is, these noodles are not what the old man remembers.

"Old man, I want to ask you, under what circumstances did you eat that bowl of noodles?"

Finally, Zhou You couldn't bear it anymore, and suddenly he thought of something.

Mr. Meng took a deep breath, his eyes began to wander, and his thoughts slowly drifted to seventy years ago.

"That was... seventy years ago, when I was just sixteen years old. I was in the xx class of the xxx company. I was just a new recruit who had just joined the army. During the xx war, I was transferred to the Qinling Mountains to fight sniper battles..."

As he narrated the story, the old man's voice trembled a little at first. It was obvious that what happened back then left a deep impression on him.

"It's gone, it's all gone. I was the only one left in the class. Later, because I was hit by a stray bullet, when I woke up..."

Having said this, Mr. Meng was silent for a long time.

"It was afternoon, and the sun was shining through the window, so I felt dazzling when I woke up, but the environment was very quiet, and there was even a faint fragrance in the air. It was probably because I made some noise when I got up, and someone came in!

"

"It's...she was wearing a coat...she shouted outside, mother, wake up, wake up!"

"What Aunt Liu brought me was a bowl of noodles. That bowl of noodles... was the most delicious bowl I have ever tasted!"

It wasn't until Zhou You finished speaking that he came back to his senses, and the light in his mind became brighter and brighter.

Suddenly, something appeared in my mind, replacing the soba noodles. I patted my thigh and ran out directly.

"Zhang Yu, Zhang Yu!"

Here Zhang Yu heard Zhou You's voice and responded quickly.

"Go and find it for me...quickly!"

"Ah? This thing... I'm afraid it's a little hard to find!"

"Travel more places and find some people!"

This thing is indeed difficult to find, but it is not impossible to find.

It's also Zhou You's fault, he should have asked from the beginning, and he was deceived by Meng Guanwen's words. No, it should be said that he was blinded by a leaf, which prevented him from seeing the root of the matter!

In the hall, everyone saw that the old man was not in a high mood, and the atmosphere that had just been a little joyful fell silent.

At this moment, Tangtang said weakly: "Grandpa, eat some candy!"

The little guy took out a candy from his pocket and stretched it out to Mr. Meng.

Mr. Meng was stunned for a moment, the sadness on his face fleetingly disappeared, and he smiled and said: "Hey, you are so good!" He looked at Meng Zhiqiang again: "Don't just work all day long, pay more attention to your wife and children!"

"I got it, Grandpa!"

Meng Zhiqiang quickly responded.

Because of Tangtang, the atmosphere gradually became relaxed again.

At this time, the chef!

Zhang Yu ran in with the phone!

"Master Zhou, I found it, I found it!"

Something that even Chuanhai Restaurant didn't have was finally placed in front of Zhou You.

Zhang Yu gasped and said: "This thing is really hard to find. I searched several supermarkets and finally found it in a flour mill!"

"Okay, that's it, but...you still have to look at the proportions!"

Soon, several pieces of dough were kneaded and then cooked separately. As for the soup...

"Master Zhou, just use vinegar and salt!"

"That's enough, just put vinegar in this basin!"

Soon, Zhou You came back again, and the waiter behind him was carrying several more basins!

"Master Zhou, I'm really troubling you. If I can't find it, just forget it!"

Mr. Meng is not a messy person either.

Zhou You said: "This is the last time, please try it!"

The first portion of the noodles was delivered to Mr. Meng. Judging from the appearance alone, it was not as good as the previous ones.

But because everyone had already tasted the art of traveling around, everyone watched eagerly.

Finally, Mr. Meng moved his chopsticks.

At the first bite, Mr. Meng was stunned, then raised his head and looked at Zhou You.

"no?"

"Then continue!"

Meng Guanwen saw that the old man just tasted it and stopped eating, so he was about to grab the bowl, but was blocked by Zhou You and the old man.

"Wait for now, wait until you taste it and eat together!"

bowl!

Two bowls!

Three bowls!

finally……

When it came to the fourth bowl, Mr. Meng suddenly paused while holding the bowl. His eyes stared straight at the noodles in the bowl, and began to slowly turn red, even...

"Grandpa, what's wrong with you!"

"Grandpa...why are you crying!"

Everyone was shocked!


Chapter completed!