Shocking! The entire court was drooling with envy because of me.

It was still the familiar white porcelain bowl, with pale golden soup floating in it, clear and bright.

The bright green pickled cabbage floats on the soup like duckweed, while the red pickled peppers, black wood ear mushrooms, brown tofu puffs, white eggs, and bamboo shoots are all in their proper places.

A few drops of chili oil spread on the surface of the golden broth, and through the broth, you can see strands of noodles.

"It smells so good!"

Yan Wenli couldn't help but sniff.

A rich, tangy aroma wafts over, mingled with the spiciness of pickled peppers, the rich fat of pork belly, and a hint of egg, making one's appetite surge.

Yan Wenli had long since lost control of himself, and picked up the bowl and ate a mouthful of noodles.

Goodness, it's both sour and fragrant!

He squinted comfortably, not bothering to say a word, and buried his head in his food.

Grandpa Yan, who was standing nearby, immediately realized that this pickled cabbage noodle soup was something special. Just then, the second bowl was also ready.

He hurriedly took a bite.

"What a refreshing sour taste!!" Old Master Yan couldn't help but exclaim.

He wasn't unfamiliar with pickled cabbage, but the pickled cabbage in this bowl of noodles was so rich and flavorful that it whetted his appetite the moment it entered his mouth.

The father and son buried themselves in their food and ate, and soon the empty bowls were piled up.

"Burp~" Yan Wenli patted his round belly and let out a burp.

He ate three bowls and drank all the soup, and was now extremely bloated.

"Hiccup~" This time it was Old Master Yan.

He ate two bowls, but being of advanced age, he didn't dare to eat too much.

"Kid, hurry up and leave, or you'll be too late." Old Master Yan's eyes were filled with smugness and a hint of gloating.

"Guess what Madam Shen will sell tomorrow?"

Yan Wenli looked bitter. After eating Shen Qing's meal, he didn't even want to leave Ping'an County.

What will be sold tomorrow? He had no idea; his father was deliberately making him anxious.

"I bet they'll be selling spicy beef noodles tomorrow," Yan Wenli said, not admitting defeat.

He had at least tried the spicy beef noodles, which made him feel a little better.

Old Master Yan shook his head: "I guess not. Someone as skillful as Madam Shen will surely have something else to come up with tomorrow."

"It's a pity that some people won't be able to taste it." He then burst into laughter.

Yan Wenli was furious. How did he end up with such a father? Wasn't this father deliberately trying to entice him?

"Tch, so what? Some people are old and have big eyes but small stomachs. They can't eat much at all. It's a pity about this bowl of pickled cabbage noodles." He said deliberately, looking at the bowl of pickled cabbage noodles left on the table.

Upon hearing this, Old Master Yan smiled even more broadly: "I specifically saved this for this afternoon. I'll just reheat it, and it'll be another delicious meal!"

Yan Wenli was speechless. He had arrived in Beijing long ago that afternoon and couldn't possibly eat Lao Tan pickled cabbage noodles.

Never mind, he decided not to argue with the old man.

It's really time to go.

......

Under the constant nagging of his own daughter, Du Ming had no choice but to follow Du Ruoyun to Zhiweixuan.

"Dad, you don't know, Zhiweixuan's spicy beef noodles are absolutely amazing! I've never eaten anything so delicious in my entire life. You absolutely have to try it today; it's a hundred times better than the food our cook makes at home!!"

Du Ruoyun looked eager and extremely excited.

She didn't get enough yesterday; the spicy beef noodles were so delicious! She's determined to eat two big bowls today!!

Du Ming remained indifferent; he wasn't particularly interested.

When it comes to food, no one in the entire Ping'an County can compare to him.

There are countless cooks in the mansion, and each cook specializes in only one kind of cuisine. When wealthy families want to entertain guests, they will even spend a lot of money to borrow a cook from him.

In terms of culinary skills, his household was full of talented people.

Not only that, he also personally wrote a menu, and almost every dish he recorded on the menu became a hit.

When it comes to food, he ranks second, and no one in Ping'an County would dare to rank first.

How could such a small street stall possibly compare to the chef in his mansion?

"Daughter, does this shop belong to your friend? If you want your father to come and support you, just say so..."

Du Ruoyun pouted, "I'd like to be friends with Madam Shen..."

"Father, believe me, Madam Shen's noodles are a rare delicacy. Once you taste them, you'll realize that what you've eaten before couldn't be considered gourmet food."

"Is it really that exaggerated?" Du Ming didn't believe it at all.

Oh well, I'll just consider this playing along with my daughter's antics.

After queuing for quite a while, I finally got to see Du Ruoyun.

She hurriedly said, "Four bowls of spicy beef noodles!"

"Today we're selling pickled cabbage noodles," Shen Qing replied with a smile.

"No wonder it smelled sour. Then let's have four bowls of pickled cabbage noodles!" Du Ruoyun said without hesitation.

The spicy beef noodles were delicious, so this pickled cabbage noodle soup must be just as good.

Everything happened so fast that even Du Ming, who was standing next to him, was stunned.

Four bowls? Can we finish them?

"My dear daughter, aren't you asking for too much...?"

"Not much, two bowls each!"

"Two bowls!!" Du Ming looked at Du Ruoyun suspiciously, his eyes as if his own daughter had been possessed.

It's really strange. There are so many chefs in the family who prepare different dishes every day, but Ruoyun just doesn't eat much and always complains about wanting to maintain her figure.

Even the most delicious food will be eaten in three or five bites before you put it down.

Now she's actually asking for two bowls of noodles!! Two bowls!!!

Du Ming looked around and thought, "Wow, that white porcelain bowl is quite big."

"Are you sure you want two bowls?" He couldn't help but ask.

Du Ruoyun nodded firmly: "I'm sure!"

"But your father can eat two bowls..."

"Don't worry, Dad, you can definitely eat two bowls, maybe even two bowls won't be enough for you."

Du Ruoyun's resolute expression left Du Ming somewhat stunned.

Two big bowls! How could he possibly eat two big bowls?

Good food is about quality, not quantity. At home, although there are many different kinds of food, he only eats a bite or two of each, focusing on savoring the flavor of that bite or two.

When exactly did he leave his daughter with the impression that he ate two large bowls of noodles?

That's outrageous.

Just then, Shen Qing's voice rang out:

"Gentlemen, the pickled cabbage noodles are ready."

Du Ming turned his head and looked over. Four large white porcelain bowls were lined up in a row, filled with a pale golden broth.

You can vaguely see a lot of ingredients—red, green, white, and black—they look really good.

Du Ming couldn't help but judge in his mind: It looks very appealing.