Food: Starting with Wonton Noodles

Although he spoke well, Sun Zhigang still felt a little sad at the thought of leaving the place where he had become accustomed to setting up his stall.

The fried noodles he made tonight were not as good as usual.

Especially after nine o'clock, the people who come are mostly half-drunk drunks, shouting and yelling, and sometimes they accidentally add too much salt.

Normally, he would have cooked another batch. But tonight, for some inexplicable reason, he ended up serving it anyway.

"Forget it, they're all so drunk, what flavor could they possibly taste?" he thought.

However, before he could turn around and walk back to his stall...

With a "bang," the box of fried noodles that had just been served to a customer crashed into his stall cart and exploded.

The customers waiting for and ordering food nearby were so startled that they all cried out and scattered.

A disdainful shout followed behind him:

"Your nuts and their contents are worthless! This is awful! What the hell? Is this even human food? Even the food my family makes for the dogs isn't this bad!"

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City G is located in the western part of Lingnan.

They weren't exactly wealthy, but they lived a more comfortable life than those in the mainland.

In addition, the natural fishing port is rich in seafood.

While it may not produce truly wealthy families, there are certainly quite a few middle-class individuals living comfortably.

This has led to a situation where many of the descendants of local families with some businesses tend to be spoiled and dissolute.

Qi Shijie was one of them.

He is the heir to the Fengming Restaurant, a long-established local restaurant. His father was a big shot in the kitchen of Qinan Restaurant and had little education.

In addition, Qi Nan was always busy with the restaurant business, so he had even less time to discipline him.

Seeing that Qi Shijie was not learning well, Qi Nan had no choice but to take him into the kitchen.

I was thinking of having him become a chef so he could inherit my restaurant, which wouldn't be bad.

After all, even those who graduate from 985 or 211 universities still have a large number of people who can't find jobs.

Unexpectedly, Qi Shijie didn't learn much about cooking, but he did pick up the bad habits of drinking and playing cards among the chefs.

The restaurant scene in G City isn't large, so the ambitions of these second-generation chefs are even smaller.

On weekdays, Qi Shijie would get together with a group of other second-generation chefs who also came from similar backgrounds to play cards or drink.

Except for the busiest weekends and holidays at the restaurant, their father was too lazy to take care of them, so they lived a very comfortable life most of the time.

Today is also a day for them to get together, drink, and play cards.

Especially since Qi Shijie's college student girlfriend, Xiao Mengdie, came to see him tonight, Qi Shijie was originally in a very happy mood.

Unexpectedly, Liang Jinhong, a fellow second-generation chef, card-playing friend, and drinking buddy, was suddenly and forcefully called back by his father.

His girlfriend, Xiao Mengdie, also suddenly got her period early.

As a result, the game ended before we even started, and we'd only drunk half of the drinks.

He had no choice but to send the two back.

Since they had all been drinking, Qi Shijie asked one of the shop's apprentices to drive him.

Liang Jinhong sat in the passenger seat, while he and Xiao Mengdie sat in the back.

In the car, Xiao Mengdie whispered in his ear to comfort him, "Baby, don't be angry. My aunt will come to keep you company as soon as her period ends in a couple of days."

Seeing that he was still unhappy, Xiao Mengdie had no choice but to change the subject: "Speaking of which, there's a new wonton noodle stall near our school gate. It's even better than He Ji's on Zhongshan Road. BB, do you want to try it?"

Qi Shijie scoffed, "How good can the food from a street vendor's stall be?"

"Really, I ate there yesterday, and it was really delicious."

Seeing how serious his girlfriend was, he had no choice but to say, "Alright, I'll go try it with you later. Jinhong, do you want some?"

"I'm not eating. I'll wait for you in the car later," Liang Jinhong said.

Unlike Qi Shijie, who at least learned to cook, Liang Jinhong had no desire to learn to cook at all.

I was forced to go home by my father tonight, and I was feeling really annoyed, so I had no appetite for noodles.

For him, just waiting to inherit his father's property and restaurant would be enough for him to live out his life. Why bother learning to be a chef?

When they arrived at the gate of Ocean University, they stopped by the roadside and Qi Shijie and Xiao Mengdie got out of the car to buy wonton noodles.

However, to my surprise, Zhou Yu started packing up as soon as I arrived.

I was thinking that since I couldn't buy any, I should just leave, but as soon as I turned around, I saw Sun Zhigang frying noodles.

Qi Shijie's father, Qi Nan, also started out as an apprentice chef in a restaurant in Guangzhou.

Later, when he returned to G City, he started by working at a food stall.

In Lingnan, whether in restaurants or street food stalls, there is always one dish that cannot be missed: stir-fried beef noodles.

Qi Nan has an exceptional skill in stir-fried beef noodles that far surpasses that of ordinary chefs.

So he started out as a street food stall and made a name for himself with a dish of stir-fried beef noodles before opening a restaurant.

Because of his family's tradition of cooking, Qi Nan didn't push Qi Shijie to put in much effort in other dishes, but Qi Shijie did learn about 70-80% of the art of stir-fried beef noodles.

Seeing that Sun Zhigang's stir-frying technique was very professional, he became interested and ordered a plate of stir-fried noodles from Sun Zhigang's stall.

He had been flirting with Xiao Mengdie, and his anger had subsided somewhat.

But to his surprise, after taking just one bite of the fried noodles that Sun Zhigang brought over, he realized that not only was the cooking time poor, but the seasoning was also too strong.

With the smell of alcohol on his breath, all the anger he had been holding in all night suddenly burst out.

He raised his hand and threw the fried noodles away.

"Brother Jie, don't be angry." Xiao Mengdie quickly pulled Qi Shijie back.

Qi Shijie's outburst startled her, and she sobered up a bit.

This is right at the entrance of her school. If a conflict really breaks out, Qi Shijie might be fine, but she would be in trouble.

"How can I not be angry? This idiot obviously thinks I'm drunk and is just trying to fool me."

Qi Shijie shook off Xiao Mengdie's hand and glared at Yang Jingda, who was walking over with a spatula.

"Meow! Meow! Are you going to hit me?"

Qi Shijie, his eyes bloodshot from drunkenness, stuck his head out and yelled, "Smash it! Smash it here! Go ahead and smash it if you dare!"

"You son of a bitch!" Yang Jingda had never been treated like this before. He grabbed a spatula and was about to rush over and hit someone.

Sun Zhigang, realizing what was happening, quickly pulled Yang Jingda back.

He suppressed his anger and said, "Ada, don't hit him."

"But, brother!"

"Listen to me."

"Tch, I thought you were all tough, but you're just a coward," Qi Shijie mocked.

"Brother, if you say the food I cooked tonight was bad, I'll accept it! I'll refund the money you owe. But smashing my stall now is wrong."

Sun Zhigang said, suppressing his anger.

He never expected that his diligent and meticulous work in stir-frying noodles for so long would cause trouble just because of this one oversight.

"Who said you're my brother? You're just a lousy fried rice noodle vendor. What right do you have to call me brother?" Qi Shijie shook off Xiao Mengdie's hand again.

Liang Jinhong was also startled by Qi Shijie's sudden outburst, and he quickly got out of the car and pulled Qi Shijie up.

Qi Shijie tried to shake off Liang Jinhong's hand, but Liang Jinhong's next words silenced him.

"Don't cause trouble. Didn't you notice their accent? They're from Chaoshan."