Zhou Zheng slapped his head and then remembered that this was the old man who often appeared on the Magic City Satellite TV!

After taking a deep breath, Zhou Zhengcai turned his gaze away from the old man and turned to carefully look at the middle-aged man coming towards him.

However, there was no impression in my mind when I scratched my scalp.

"Since Mr. Zhou is so happy, I won't hide it anymore. I'll invite you to come today for my father!"

The middle-aged man held two glasses of water in his hand and put them in front of Zhou Zheng. His face, which was originally full of smiles, couldn't help but look a little heavy.

"Um?"

"Oh! Mr. Zhou may not know that my father has a very tricky appetite and has never had appetite. But a few days ago, the takeaway delivered by you made my father's appetite so much. I immediately contacted the merchant and found out that it was actually made by you. It was really shocking!"

Seeing Zhou Zheng's somewhat puzzled look, the middle-aged man smiled awkwardly before telling the story. At the end of his speech, his expression seemed a little unnatural.

In fact, over the years, he has sought medical treatment everywhere for the old man's illness. From experts in the State Council subsidies to experts from the private sector, he has traveled all over the country but has not found a way to cure this disease.

Just when he had given up completely, he didn't expect that fate was so ridiculous, but he found a turning point.

What is even more shocking is that this turning point actually comes from a delivery guy who has nothing to do with medicine.

Of course, he would never tell a strange delivery guy about this kind of thing, and his father's condition was also blocked by him.

After listening to the middle-aged man, Zhou Zheng understood the purpose of inviting him. At this time, Zhou Zheng could see many things from his face.

A person's expression may be disguised, but the state of mind that comes from the inside cannot be expressed.

"Haha! Brother is a little polite!" Zhou Zhengmin smiled tactfully and said modestly.

When the middle-aged man heard this, he realized that he had been talking about the old man since he entered the door and had forgotten to introduce himself.

"Mr. Zhou, my surname is Yang, and my name is Yang Guangnian!"

The middle-aged man put his posture very low at this moment, which is enough to show the importance of Zhou Zheng in his mind.

At this time, the middle-aged woman who had been in the kitchen and had no idea what was busy, slowly walked out and came to Yang Guangnian and whispered.

"I wonder if Mr. Zhou can show his skills to make us more insightful." Yang Guangnian looked at Zhou Zheng with some anticipation and said.

"no problem!"

"Please here!"

When Yang Guangnian saw Zhou Zheng nodding, he reached out and pointed him to the kitchen. He saw that the kitchen was now ready for cooking tools, seasonings, auxiliary ingredients, and even a variety of vegetables that had been washed long ago were ready and could be started at any time.

Zhou Zheng smiled and came to the cabinet. He knew that this was Yang Guangnian's test, but at the same time he understood it very well.

After all, seeing is true, hearing is false!

Zhou Zheng glanced at the prepared ingredients and had plans in his mind.

First, I picked up a large pottery basin with a diameter of about ten centimeters, placed it on the cabinet counter on one side, and started to scoop out the flour with a clean wooden spoon without any odor.

Zhou Zheng actually found that the flour this time was very different from the flour at home. First of all, the flour was not the common snow-white and flawless appearance, but had a slight yellow color. With Zhou Zheng's keen vision and smell, he also found that the fragrance was slightly different.

Open the cupboard, take out the large bowl and take two bowls of water and start kneading the dough.

That's right!

Zhou Zheng planned to make a bowl of clear soup noodle that was so normal that it could not be more ordinary.

If kneading dough in the world is a technique, then Zhou Zheng's technique is definitely the most standard textbook, but some of the movements are obviously unique to each other, but they are pleasing to the eye.

The dough soon became smoother and more delicate under Zhou Zheng's hands, and the slightly yellowed color also became a little shiny at this moment. The aroma of flour was hidden in the dough and could not be smelled.

Sprinkle some dry flour on the other side of the cabinet counter, and Zhou Zheng took out the dough and started using a rolling pin to roll the noodles.

“Crunch!”

The dough makes a beautiful sound on the cabinet counter, which is a sound that only good flour can produce.

Zhou Zheng was very fast and he had already entered the sectional stage in a short while.

"Dangdangdang!"

The cutter knife makes a sound when it comes into contact with the cabinet counter, which is crisp and beautiful every time. As the sound stops, the noodles are cut as well. No matter the length or width, everything is just right.

Zhou Zheng wiped the sweat beads on his forehead and placed the cut noodles in a pressure cooker to start the last part of cooking noodles.

Yang Guangnian and his wife, the middle-aged woman, were already shocked by Zhou Zheng's actions just now, and stood there blankly, without saying a word.

Not to mention the food he made, just this very eye-catching action shocked Yang Guangnian, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

As time passed by minute by minute, the noodles in the pot were almost cooked.

Zhou Zheng picked up a big bowl and started to put the last dipping sauce. As a variety of seasonings were put into the bowl, a bowl of clear soup noodles appeared in front of several people with steaming noodles.

Seeing this, Yang Guangnian couldn't help but approach him, and a mixed fragrance penetrated into someone's nose, causing him to fall into intoxication.

Zhou Zheng held a big bowl and placed it on the dining table, putting the prepared chopsticks on it.

The soup color set against the brown bowl is not as cool as water. The eight-point full soup and the just right noodles are combined to exude a feeling of making people's index fingers move.

Yang Guangnian came back to his senses for a long time and hurriedly brought the old man who was listening to the news to the dining table to see his performance.

The old man's every move at this moment undoubtedly touched the hearts of the people present, especially Yang Guangnian, who was full of nervousness and a little expectant.

Move!

He moved!

The old man actually moved!

Yang Guangnian, who stared at the old man with two eyes, had a smile on his face, and tears flowed out of his eyes in a slight incompetence.

"Suck!"

As an authentic northerner, noodles are the favorite of the old man Yang Derong. Thinking back, the feeling of tasteless food has been with him for more than four years.

As for now, the old man is eating happily with a bowl, there is no way a half-anorexia patient should be.

“That’s so delicious!”

The old man Yang Derong muttered a few words in a daze, not caring about his appearance as an elder.

I took a bite and my teeth were erect. The aroma of the dough in the middle exploded in my mouth in an instant, as if I saw golden wheat ears floating in the wheat field.

The noodles are chewy, the smooth taste in your mouth, the smooth taste when swallowing, and the constant urging from the stomach always makes people want to put more into their mouths.
Chapter completed!