I'm in Wuha, and the whole internet is shipping me and Song Yuqi as a couple.

"Too early for a free-for-all?"

Chen He yawned, rubbing his stomach and groaning, "Director Wu, what kind of trouble are you causing now? My stomach is so empty I can hear an echo."

Holding a megaphone, Wu Zheng smiled, his face crinkling with wrinkles: "Everyone, people in Wuhan have a tradition of eating breakfast on the go, and there are many different kinds."

"But today, you don't have the money to buy it."

Wu Zheng pointed to the bread cart parked outside the door.

"The production team rented three noodle stalls for you in Hubu Alley. The only basic ingredients are alkaline noodles and water."

"Whatever toppings or ingredients you want, figure it out yourself."

"The final batch of hot dry noodles will be sold to passersby. The group that earns fifty dollars first gets to go and eat the most luxurious breakfast set meal in town!"

Deng Chao raised an eyebrow, then immediately flared up: "No way, Wu Zheng, don't you have a heart?"

"We can barely even fry an egg without burning it, and you expect us to sell hot dry noodles in Hubu Alley?"

"That's like showing off your skills in front of Guan Yu!"

Lu Han raised her hand in protest: "I can't even tell the difference between scallions and garlic!"

Wu Zheng remained unmoved: "That's your problem. Now get in the car, let's go!"

Upon arriving at Hubu Alley, three large stalls were lined up in a row.

Song Yuqi frowned as she looked at the dry alkaline noodles and two bottles of unmixed raw sesame paste on the cutting board.

Jiang Che, on the other hand, looked completely calm.

He went over, washed his hands, and put on an apron.

The apron was pink with a floral pattern, and on Jiang Che's tall frame of over 1.8 meters, it created a peculiar contrast.

Song Yuqi couldn't help but burst out laughing and reached out to pull the strap on the back of his apron.

"You're wearing this...it's too..."

Jiang Che turned his head to look at her, letting her tie the knot herself.

"Too much?!"

"It's nothing." Song Yuqi smiled, tilted her head, and winked at Jiang Che.

the other side.

Bai Lu stood in front of the Blue Team's booth, holding a spatula in her hand, but her eyes kept drifting towards Jiang Che.

She made thorough preparations today, having learned how to make sesame sauce beforehand.

She was just waiting to shine in this segment, and hopefully she could take the opportunity to give Jiang Che a bowl of noodles and create a "good cook" image as a virtuous wife and loving mother.

Bai Lu raised her voice and smiled at Deng Chao and Chen He.

"Brother Chao, Brother Chen, you two take a break, I'll take care of the noodles."

"I usually enjoy experimenting with cooking at home, so it shouldn't be a problem."

After she finished speaking, she glanced at the red team's booth as if by accident, her tone considerate.

"Yuqi, if you're too busy over there, I'll make two more bowls later so everyone can have a taste."

Song Yuqi felt very uncomfortable after hearing these words.

This woman's sense of superiority is practically overflowing the screen; it's really hard to judge.

She was about to retort when Jiang Che spoke first.

Mind your own business.

Jiang Che didn't even look up, tapping his fingers on the cutting board, his tone rather cold.

"The fire's on so high, the water's almost boiled away."

Bai Lu looked down and saw that the water in the pot was boiling and overflowing.

She hurriedly tried to turn off the stove, but the steam burned her hand, causing her to pull it back and her expression to contort.

Chen He pursed his lips and silently took two steps back, afraid of getting splashed.

Jiang Che withdrew his gaze and looked at the meager pile of ingredients in front of him.

Alkaline noodles, raw sesame paste, a jar of soy sauce, a bottle of vinegar, a few shriveled radishes, and a few scallions.

He picked up a kitchen knife.

He twirled the wooden knife handle in his hand with a neat flourish, then brought it down onto the cutting board.

The rapid, rhythmic chopping of vegetables created a remarkably pleasant sound.

Song Yuqi was originally studying how to stir the sesame paste, but she was completely attracted by the sound.

Jiang Che swiftly sliced ​​the radish into perfectly uniform cubes, as if they had been measured with a ruler.

Then, with a flick of his blade, he sliced ​​several scallions into fine, hair-like pieces.

Song Yuqi stared in disbelief: "You...how are you so good at chopping vegetables?"

"Isn't all you can cook instant noodles?"

Jiang Che scooped the chopped side dishes into a small bowl without even lifting his eyelids.

"I used to be just lazy, but I do know a little bit about cooking."

He picked up the bottle of dry, raw sesame paste.

The soul of hot dry noodles lies in this sauce.

The sauce provided by the program team was dry and bitter, and it was difficult for the average person to mix with water.

Jiang Che heated oil in a wok.

I threw a few star anise and Sichuan peppercorns into the oil, and then added a slice of scallion and ginger.

As soon as the oil heats up, the aroma of scallions and ginger bursts out.

He poured the scalding hot spice oil into the raw sesame paste in three batches, stirring rapidly clockwise with chopsticks as he poured.

Next, add an appropriate amount of soy sauce, vinegar, and a little sugar to enhance the flavor.

The originally dry and unpleasant sesame paste bursts with an extremely rich sesame aroma the moment it comes into contact with hot oil.

The aroma wafted through the air with the heat, wafting straight into people's noses.

Deng Chao, who was at the next stall, smelled the aroma, swallowed hard, and peered over the railing.

"Che! Jiang Che! Dear brother! What kind of biological weapon did you make? It smells so good!"

Lu Han was discussing how to cook noodles with Wang Mian at the Yellow Team's stall when she threw down some noodles and came over.

"Wow, this aroma is amazing! Wu Zheng must have given you guys some special treatment!"

Bai Lu stood in front of her pot of sticky, watery soup, biting her lip in resentment.

How come someone who works in music can also cook?

Standing next to Jiang Che, Song Yuqi also swallowed hard.

She leaned very close, almost touching Jiang Che's shoulder, staring at the bowl of sauce.

"It smells so good..."

Jiang Che picked up a little sesame paste with his chopsticks and turned his head to look at her.

The two were so close that Song Yuqi's nose almost brushed against his chin.

Open your mouth.

Jiang Che's tone was natural, and his movements were practiced.

It's like when a boyfriend discovers something good, his first thought is of his girlfriend.

Song Yuqi hesitated for a moment, but still leaned over and took a bite.

The rich aroma of sesame, mixed with a slightly sweet aftertaste, spread throughout her mouth, making her eyes light up.

"This is so delicious!"

She grabbed Jiang Che's arms with both hands and shook them.

Jiang Che put down his chopsticks, grabbed a tissue, and wiped her mouth.

The movements were natural and fluid.

Song Yuqi's heart skipped a beat.

She secretly touched the spot he had touched, and her ears began to turn red again.

This man is definitely using this opportunity to flirt with her.

The surrounding cameras captured the scene clearly.

The live stream chat was already flooded with comments.

[Help! He's feeding her! He's even wiping her mouth! This blockhead has finally seen the light!]

[Bai Lu's expression next to me is hilarious; her face is even whiter than the noodles in the pot.]

The noodles were put into the pot at the perfect time.

Remove from the water, shake off excess water, and place in a bowl.

Jiang Che's movements were swift and seamless.

Pour a large spoonful of the secret sesame sauce over the top, sprinkle with diced radish and chopped green onions, and finally drizzle with a ring of bright red chili oil.

A bowl of hot dry noodles, with its perfect color, aroma, and taste, is ready.

Song Yuqi stood in front of the stall, holding a bowl, and enthusiastically hawked her wares.

"Don't miss out! Authentic hot dry noodles made by the legendary poet, or your money back!"

Fragrance is the best advertisement.

Within two minutes, several elderly people from Wuhan who were taking a stroll gathered around the stall.

An elderly local man wearing a t-shirt and fiddling with walnuts in his hand came over, glanced at the bowl of noodles, and snorted coldly.

"Young people these days are all about flashy and frivolous things."

"The key to hot dry noodles is the fusion of alkaline flavor and sesame paste."

"What do you young people know? What you make, is it even edible?"

Song Yuqi wasn't annoyed. She simply pushed the bowl in front of the old man and handed him a pair of disposable chopsticks.

"Sir, please have a taste."

"This is our family's secret recipe. If you don't think it's authentic, we'll just throw it away!"

She spoke quickly, blurting out "our family's".

Jiang Che paused for a moment while mixing noodles in the back, and chuckled softly.

The old man took the chopsticks with some skepticism.

I stirred it a couple of times and found that the noodles were distinct and the sesame sauce was evenly distributed, without clumping at all.

The color is reddish and glossy, and the scallions are emerald green.

The old man picked up a mouthful of noodles with his chopsticks and stuffed it into his mouth.

The noodle stall fell silent.

Deng Chao, Lu Han, and Chen He all clung to the railing to watch.

Wu Zheng, sitting behind the monitor, was also sweating with anxiety.

It's worth noting that the local elderly men in Wuhan have extremely high standards for hot dry noodles.

If something is slightly off to their taste, they'll start cursing on the spot.

They were live-streaming.

Bai Lu stood at a distance, watching coldly.

She didn't believe that Jiang Che could really win over these picky locals with just a few casual attempts.

The old man chewed it twice.

The chewing motion stopped.

His brows furrowed tightly, and his hand, which was holding walnuts, paused.

He stared at the noodles in the bowl, then looked up at Jiang Che.

Song Yuqi was startled.

Did the car overturn?

She nervously turned to look at Jiang Che.

Jiang Che remained calm and even took the time to wipe the cutting board with a rag.

"What's wrong, Master? Is it not to your liking?"

Song Yuqi asked tentatively.

The old man slowly put down his chopsticks and placed the bowl on the cutting board.

He let out a long breath, pointed at Jiang Che, and his tone suddenly became stern.

"Young man."

"Did you steal this sauce recipe from Old Li on Zhongshan Avenue?"