Siheyuan: Qin Huai Ru, Dong Xu Qing You

Nan Yi was quite calm, although a little arrogant. He glanced at Cui Dake and Cao Chuanfu.

The two men obviously had some distrust in his craftsmanship.

But.

When Nan Yi looked at Yang Lei, he found that Yang Lei was quite calm.

Cui Dake and Cao Chuanfu were both nervous and worried, but Yang Lei seemed full of confidence.

Nan Yi really didn't expect this situation.

Nan Yi and Yang Lei don’t have much interaction in normal times, but he didn’t expect Yang Lei to trust him so much.

Not to mention Ding Qiunan, Nan Yi felt that Yang Lei really understood him.

"I'm willing to try. If it doesn't work, just throw the plain noodles over my head."

With Yang Lei's trust, Nan Yi's enthusiasm for work immediately increased.

Director Zhang of the Light Industry Bureau originally didn't want Nan Yi to make Yangchun noodles anymore, because the old man would get angry every time he tasted it, throw the noodles on the ground, and scold Director Zhang for being unfilial and fooling him with something inedible.

Director Zhang was scared of being scolded.

But Nan Yi's attitude still gave him some hope.

Director Zhang is also a filial person. He also wants to fulfill the old man's seemingly insignificant wish before he passes away.

After all, as a filial son, Director Zhang couldn't bear to let the old man go with regrets.

Director Zhang agreed and then started to knead and roll out the dough.

Director Zhang was busy making tea to entertain Yang Lei and the others.

Nan Yi called Cui Dake into the kitchen and asked him to knead the dough.

"Nan Yi, why do you ask me to knead the dough? You are a chef, why don't you do it yourself?"

Cui Dake was not happy about this. After all, he was the section chief of the canteen of the machinery factory and Nan Yi's boss.

Now he was assigned by Nan Yi to knead dough.

"Okay, then you can ask Director Yang to do the massage."

Nan Yi knew that Cui Dake was a guy who loved to flatter.

He said to Cui Dake with a sneer.

"Hey, Nan Yi, what are you talking about? What's Director Yang's status? Can he knead dough for you? Forget it, let me do it. How do you knead it?"

"You don't need to knead it too much, just knead it 999 times. One less time and it will be bland, and too many times and the noodles will be too soft."

Cui Dake suspected that Nan Yi was deliberately making things difficult for him.

But what Nan Yi said made sense, and he couldn't refute it.

"Nan Yi, I'm kneading the dough, what are you going to do?"

Nan Yi chuckled and said, "I'm going to have some tea."

Cui Dake was so angry that he almost fainted.

Yang Lei and Cao Chuanfu were drinking tea, and he had no objection.

Yang Lei is his boss and benefactor.

If Yang Lei hadn't helped him get a permanent job, Cui Dake might still be a temporary worker now.

Cao Chuanfu is his brother-in-law and also his brother.

Cui Dake was extremely unhappy when Nan Yi went to drink tea.

"Damn it, Nan Yi, just wait for me! I wouldn't be a human being if I didn't make things difficult for you!"

While Cui Dake was kneading the dough, he was thinking about how to deal with Nan Yi.

Once this matter is over, he will definitely cause some trouble for Nan Yi and take revenge on him for making him do this tough job.

"Hey, how many times did I rub it just now?" Cui Dake was thinking about how to torture Nan Yi, while also counting how many times he rubbed it. As a result, he was trying to do two things at once and counted it in a mess.

He was also very nervous. If the dough was not kneaded properly, and Nan Yi went back and told Yang Lei about it, it would be bad.

Half an hour later, Nan Yi slowly walked into the kitchen holding a cup of tea.

Cui Dake wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Nan Yi, I've rubbed it nine hundred and ninety-nine times. Is it okay now?"

Nan Yi took a sip of tea, looked at Section Chief Cui with a smile and said, "Section Chief Cui, I suddenly remembered that I had almost kneaded the dough just now. I just need to put it here to wake up.

Did you really rub it nine hundred and ninety-nine times? Haha, sorry, you need to rub it another nine hundred and ninety-nine times before it can return to its original state.

"Nan Yi, are you out of your mind?!"

Although Cui Dake was a bit naive, he also reacted.

It was obvious that Nan Yi was teasing him!

"Section Chief Cui, go tell Yang Lei that I was teasing you.

How about it? Go, go quickly.

Better kick me out of the cafeteria."

Nan Yi was not afraid of Cui Dake at all, because he was quite capable and thought he was quite good.

But he underestimated Cui Dake, thinking that Cui Dake was just a guy who knew how to flatter others. Little did he know that Cui Dake's ability to read people's expressions and adapt to circumstances was much better than his.

"Okay, Nan Yi, you're awesome.

You'll be in big trouble later, and you'll even make Director Zhang lose face."

Cui Dake also knew that he couldn't break up with Nan Yi now. After all, he still had to rely on him to make a bowl of plain noodles for Director Zhang's grandfather from the Light Industry Bureau.

Of course, Cui Dake knew clearly in his mind that even if the plain noodles were made by the chef of the first banquet of the founding of the country, Mr. Zhang might not buy them.

Can Nan Yi make a bowl of Yangchun noodles that Mr. Zhang can satisfy? Dream on!

Cui Dake was just waiting to see Nan Yi make a fool of himself.

"Light a fire! Boil water!" Nan Yi suddenly rolled his eyes at Cui Dake.

"Nan Yi, do you really want me to do such a small thing?"

Cui Dake was extremely unhappy, but Yang Lei was waiting outside, so he could only pout and go to light the fire.

Nan Yi was busy making noodles on the chopping board. The noodles changed shape flexibly in his hands. After a while, long and thin noodles were ready.

Section Chief Cui took great pains to light the stove, but Nan Yi mocked him mercilessly: "You are only fit to be a section chief. I would despise you if you were my apprentice!" Cui Dake felt extremely aggrieved, but he had no choice but to hold it in.

He thought to himself that if Mr. Zhang thought the Yangchun noodles made by Nan Yi were not tasty, he would definitely pour the whole bowl of hot soup noodles on his head.

In the face of Nan Yi's sarcasm, Cui Dake finally got angry.

His face was covered in black and gray, and he looked like a clown in an opera.

"Okay, Chief Cui, go out." The noodles rolled by Nan Yi were thin and even, and looked as beautiful as jade.

Cui Dake wanted to see how he cooked his special Yangchun noodles, but Nan Yi refused to let him see and directly kicked him out of the kitchen.

"What's so great about it? It's just cooking a bowl of plain noodles. Who can't do it?" Cui Dake muttered and was driven out by Nan Yi.

"Old Cui, are the noodles cooked?" Cao Chuanfu saw Cui Dake coming out and hurried over to ask.

"Who knows? This kid thinks he's a dish now!" Cui Dake looked unhappy.

Yang Lei knew at a glance that Cui Dake had hit a wall with Nan Yi.

Yang Lei didn't care what happened between them, he just hoped that Nan Yi could settle the matter quickly.

After a while, Nan Yi came out with a bowl of plain noodles.

"That's it?" Director Zhang of the Light Industry Bureau looked at the noodles Nan Yi brought and was stunned for a moment.

Well, to be honest, this bowl of plain noodles is nothing special. It’s not even as good as the ones cooked by the chefs we hired before.

"Right, that is it.

Director Zhang, how about letting Mr. Zhang try it?"

Nan Yi looked confident.

"alright."

Director Zhang held the noodles with half belief and half doubt, and took Yang Lei and Nan Yi into the old man's room.

As soon as Yang Lei stepped into the room, he felt the atmosphere was strange.

I'm afraid Mr. Zhang won't be able to hold on for much longer given his poor health. The dead smell on his body can even be found in the entire room.

However, the old man seems to be in good spirits, maybe it's his last breath.

"Dad, this time I found a chef to make you a bowl of plain noodles. Please try it." Director Zhang walked up to the old man with the noodles and handed them to him.

"Forget it, I will never be lucky enough to eat that bowl of authentic Yangchun noodles in my lifetime.

"Alas, let's go with regret." Old Master Zhang glanced at the noodles his son brought and sighed heavily.

"Grandpa, this is the Yangchun noodles cooked by Nan Yi. I guarantee you'll be satisfied..."

Nan Yi is quite confident in his craftsmanship.

"Really? If it's really delicious, I'll grant you one request after you eat it.

If it doesn’t taste good, don’t blame me for being rude!”

Mr. Zhang was also a straightforward person. He picked up the chopsticks and picked up a few noodles.

He frowned as soon as he put the noodles in his mouth and chewed them twice.

“Master Nan Yi, you forgot to add pepper.

Yangchun noodles without pepper would be tasteless.”

As soon as Yang Lei saw the old man's expression, he knew that this side was not going to work.

He quickly took out a bottle of noodle seasoning from his pocket. This was the prize he won in the lottery, which he had left in the system space to no avail.

Seeing that the old man was not satisfied with Nan Yi's noodles, he quickly added some seasoning.

"Yang Lei, what are you doing?!"

Nan Yi was furious because he never added any seasoning when making plain noodles.

In his opinion, Yang Lei's unauthorized addition of seasonings ruined his noodles!

Nan Yi was about to open his mouth to refute.

But Mr. Zhang, who was about to get angry, suddenly sniffed and took a deep breath.

"This tastes like the Yangchun noodles I had before.

Let me try it again.”

Mr. Zhang swallowed the curse he was about to say and put a few more noodles into his mouth.

As soon as the noodles entered his mouth, the old man started to cry.

"Dad, this noodle isn't so bad that it makes you cry, is it? I'll pour it out for you."

Director Zhang was filled with regret, as he was a well-known filial son.

The old man's health is getting worse day by day, and his temper is particularly bad.

Today, Nan Yi made him a bowl of plain noodles, but the noodles turned out so bad that it made the old man cry.

Director Zhang felt guilty and hurried to pick up the bowl, but the old man knocked him with his chopsticks: "You kid! You don't let me eat such delicious noodles, what are you thinking?"

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Director Zhang was stunned. He had just seen the old man almost cry after eating a mouthful of noodles, so how could he say it tasted good the next moment?

Yang Lei chuckled and said, "Let the old man enjoy whatever he likes."

Director Zhang suddenly realized that it was not that the noodles were poorly made, but that the old man felt that the noodles were just to his taste.

Those were tears of excitement. Being able to eat noodles like this would make me have no regrets even if I die soon.