Food: Starting with Wonton Noodles

After packing the wonton noodles from Zhou Yu, Chen Mingyuan went straight back to the People's Hospital.

When he brought the packaged wonton noodles to Liao Boxuan, Liao Boxuan was still somewhat skeptical.

In the morning, Chen Mingyuan told him that there was a street vendor stall that served particularly delicious wonton noodles, but he didn't really pay much attention to it.

After all, I'm so old, what haven't I seen and eaten?

Although wonton noodles were also sold on the street decades ago, things are different now. There are hardly any authentic old shops now, let alone street vendors.

However, since it was Dr. Chen's kind gesture, he didn't refuse.

He is now old, his son and daughter are all abroad, but he still longs for his homeland and refuses to leave.

Although there were people around him who took care of him, not many were truly sincere. Chen Mingyuan was one of them, so he treated Chen Mingyuan like a nephew.

Since Chen Mingyuan wanted to share Lingnan cuisine with him, he didn't mind giving it a try.

However, when Chen Mingyuan opened the packaging box, he poured the bamboo noodles and wontons back into the soup.

That familiar savory flavor instantly transported him back to his youth.

The aroma of the bamboo-pressed noodles, filled with the scent of eggs, seemed to remind him of his neighbor from years ago, who used to ride a bamboo pole at the street corner, making noodles naked.

Every bite of the filling evokes his memories.

It's an old-fashioned craft, with no trace of machine pressing, only the suppleness of each bamboo stick patter.

There was no skimping on ingredients; the noodles were still made with all eggs, and even the portion size was the same as the one my father used to sarcastically call "petty bourgeois."

He was somewhat dazed, and stopped there after taking a bite of noodles.

Chen Mingyuan asked somewhat dejectedly, "Old Liao, is this still not authentic enough?"

Liao Boxuan had thought Zhou Yu's noodles were delicious enough, but he was disappointed when Liao Boxuan didn't eat any more.

"No, it's delicious and very traditional!" Liao Boxuan laughed. "It's just that it's so authentic that it immediately reminded me of the past. When you get old, you love to reminisce."

After saying that, he started eating, explaining Zhou Yu's noodles to Chen Mingyuan from time to time.

The difficulties of making bamboo-pressed noodles, the shortcomings of the current process, and my own memories of bamboo-pressed noodles.

The noodles were finished very quickly.

The traditional serving of shriveled milk pudding is not large, consisting of only nine qian of flour and four wontons. Therefore, even though Liao Boxuan is old, he still has an appetite to continue eating double-skin milk pudding.

Since Zhou Yu's double-skin milk pudding couldn't be packaged in a disposable bowl, Chen Mingyuan brought it over along with Zhou Yu's bowl.

Liao Boxuan chuckled as he ate with a spoon, "You've told me that the owner of this wonton noodle shop isn't very old. That's quite interesting; he even knows about the old-fashioned rooster bowl. But the old-fashioned rooster bowls weren't this small."

After he finished drinking the double-skin milk pudding, he sighed and asked, "Do you know where double-skin milk pudding is a specialty of?"

Chen Mingyuan said, "I know, SD."

Liao Boxuan said, "Yes, it is said that chefs come from Fengcheng, which is SD. When I was young, there were more good chefs in Yangcheng. However, there is a reason why chefs come from Fengcheng. In the past, unmarried women could only wear braids, and only after marriage could they wear their hair in a bun."

"At that time, the atmosphere in Lingnan was open and women were awakened early, so the first group of women combed their hair before marriage and voluntarily never married. They are what we now call self-combed women."

"Since the self-combing women voluntarily chose not to marry, it was equivalent to severing ties with their families at that time, so they had to make a living on their own. A group of them went to reel silk and weave cloth. The now very famous Xiangyunsha in Guangzhou is closely related to the self-combing women."

"Another group of self-combed women took up cooking. Because they were from respectable families and had exquisite culinary skills, many wealthy families were willing to hire them as their family chefs. Later, after chefs from Guangzhou moved south, chefs from Fengcheng became the main force in Lingnan."

After putting down the bowl, Liao Boxuan remained silent for a while, his eyes glazed over as if he were reminiscing about the past.

Chen Mingyuan didn't disturb his reminiscence and helped him put away the bowls and chopsticks.

"Dr. Chen, could you please ask the owner of this wonton noodle shop if he can make any other traditional dishes? His food is delicious, and I'm very interested."

"Okay, Mr. Liao, I'll call him later."

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"Zhou Yu, would it be convenient for you to find a place to cook for us in the next few days?"

Upon hearing Chen Mingyuan's question, Zhou Yu also began to ponder.

Thinking Zhou Yu was in a dilemma, Chen Mingyuan explained, "Because my patient is quite old, and his accommodation in G City is inconvenient, it would be best to find a restaurant with private rooms. Price is not an issue."

Chen Mingyuan had considered going to Zhou Yu's place or his own private residence.

However, given Liao Boxuan's age, it wouldn't be very convenient for him to visit anyone's home.

Therefore, it is best to find a public place.

Zhou Yu said, "Alright, I'll look for it. Is there anything your patient wants to eat? I don't know many traditional dishes, so if there's something he wants to eat that I can't make, there's nothing I can do."

Chen Mingyuan: "Yes, I've already talked to him. He told you to cook whatever you're good at. But you'd better cook something light, since he can't eat too much meat right now."

Zhou Yu: "Alright, let me think about it. But I can't find a place that quickly. Once I find one in the next couple of days, I'll show you the menu I can make, and you can decide what to do."

Zhou Yu plans to save as many recipes as possible in the next two days so that he can fulfill Chen Mingyuan's wish.

Based on the information revealed by Chen Mingyuan and the content of the wish mission, Zhou Yu felt that his patient was not an ordinary person.

After seeing Wu Hongyu's wish mission, Zhou Yu did not take on the mission, but he still felt a sense of urgency.

Initially, he only thought about getting by in the system and lying low, but now he has a greater sense of responsibility.

Wu Hongyu's wish reminded him that life is not always peaceful. Life is full of unexpected events and hardships.

Especially in an era of economic downturn.

Now that the God of Cookery system has chosen him, Zhou Yu intends to truly embark on the path of becoming a God of Cookery.

For yourself and for your family, add more railings to your boat on this turbulent sea.

To become a master chef, both culinary skills and influence are indispensable.

He didn't know who Chen Mingyuan, this patient, was, but he felt that the deal was worthwhile.

If this patient is special, then my influence in G City will be greater when I open my shop in the future.

Even for an ordinary person, gaining the friendship of a doctor like Chen Mingyuan is a good outcome.

Besides, this isn't free volunteer work. It's paid work.

With this in mind, Zhou Yu no longer hesitated.

The time has come to 10:30 pm once again.

Zhou Yu opened the system.

Let's begin today's system settlement.