Eating is also a science, and Shang Qingxiong is deeply touched at this moment.

What was the thing I ate before? It was salty and astringent, as if I had eaten enough salt for half my life at one time. After filling the big bowl of noodle soup, I was still thirsty. Shang Qingxiong felt that he could drink a well.

Let’s look at the noodles mixed by Lao Zhou. The noodles were lightly fresh and salty when they were in their mouths. After the elastic and noodle fragrance melted in their mouths, the infinitely satisfying meat fragrance filled his dull taste buds, making him feel that eating this thirsty mallet for the first time was also a pleasure.

The tender bean stems that are crispy and fragrant without any bean smell, the refreshing shredded cucumber, the slightly sweet heart-sweetened shredded carrots, the fragrant but crisp peanut beans, the crumbs of green garlic that are stoopy and refreshing...

I don’t know what magic method Lao Zhou used. These seemingly no internal connections were evenly distributed in the noodles, and suddenly there was a connection that seemed to come from the depths of the soul. They complement each other, achieve each other, and sublimate together.

The most common noodles and the most common ingredients are all the taste of the world. But after Shang Qingxiong chewed it a few times, he found that he had lived in vain for the first half of his life. He had been confused for more than 20 years. It was not until he met Lao Zhou that he could eat "people food".

With a thick face, he picked up a few chopsticks from Zhou Dong's fried noodles. Shang Qingxiong began to see the essence through the phenomenon. He not only had to eat well, but also had to eat something. Regardless of Chun Bo and Zhou Dong's strange eyes, he began to continue his great career of eating by himself with an attitude of exploring life.

"Old Zhou, how amazing? Who taught you the skill of mixing noodles?"

Before Zhou Dong could answer, Xing Daoming laughed loudly. Silly child, do you have to ask this?

Don’t look at who is in front of you, it’s the King of Zhou in China! By the way, now he is the leader of the National Yanbai Fen Group, and he has a better name, called the King of Bai Fen!

If the King of the White House would not eat fried noodles, would anyone else in the world eat it?

Zhou Dong looked at Shang Qingxiong with a smile, but he didn't laugh at him. In fact, when he came to Kyoto last time, Teacher Yu never invited him to eat fried noodles. Although people would think of fried noodles and roasted duck when they mentioned Kyoto, it was too slow to invite friends from far away to eat fried noodles.

Yuan Zidan may not think so, but Lao Jiang for the past 30 years is not easy to say, as the owner of Suiyuan should have no choice but to do anything.

Zhou Dong has eaten authentic Kyoto fried noodles for noodles for fried noodles for the first time, but he can instantly become a senior gourmet with his system. The businessman has a hard life and can't eat fried noodles for the first time. What's the joke about him?

"Haha, it's not necessary to teach people. You will naturally understand after eating too much."

Zhou Dong smiled with a shameless smile and said, "You are actually a little anxious. Remember to eat fried noodles in the future, "Six left and seventy-three rotations on the left and seventy-three rotations. In the meantime, the chopsticks are as gentle as tigers. The sauce is light and the bowl is just on the noodles!" Believe me, you can do it after practicing a few more times!"

"The sauce bowl is only on the noodles?"

Shang Qingxiong looked carefully and found that there was no fried sauce in Zhou Dong's bowl. Even the inner wall of the bowl was very neat. The pasta in the bowl was full of the old sauce. The color was red, like the sunset. The colorful dish codes were decorated with it, which looked very beautiful, like a beautiful picture.

I suddenly felt infinitely moved in my heart, the knowledge here is so great!

"Old Zhou, I've decided. During these days in Kyoto, I'll eat with you and learn."

This is still a very easy-to-learn child.

"By the way, Lao Zhou, I just ate the noodles you mixed in, and I don't have meat in it, but why can I just taste the meaty smell?"

Before Zhou Dong answered this time, Xing Daoming explained: "There is definitely no meat. Adding meat with fried sauce? That only means that the sauce is not good enough! Are you talking about Chen Jiang, who has been Xing for 30 years, talking about it?

After ten years of age, the sauce is like sweet meat, this is the charm of aged sauce."

"Then, Bo Xing, do you still have this sauce? Make me a ten or eight jars of rice for me, and let me take it back to the team and ask my comrades to taste it?"

"No!"

Xing Daoming's face turned pale when he heard this. What a joke? He couldn't bear to eat this sauce on weekdays. If he hadn't heard that the King of Zhou Noodles in China had arrived, he wouldn't be willing to take it out. Just the face of Chunbo and Shang Qingxiong would not be enough to make him so "bleed".

"If there is no, there is no, why are you doing so loudly, Mr. Xing?"

Shang Qingxiong looked at Zhou Dong secretly, and saw Xing Daoming looking very fond of Lao Zhou. He would definitely give Lao Zhou some in private when he turned around. Then he would just want some to bother Zhou Dong.

"I, Old Xing, can feel at ease when I meet the King of Zhou today. I am so convinced."

Xing Daoming smiled and said, "I have to go to the National Banquet Organizing Committee tomorrow to report, so I won't stay here. There are various ingredients in the kitchen. With the skills of Zhou Noodle King, I guess I can't eat what others make. If you need it, please do it yourself, right?

In addition, there are many good restaurants in Kyoto. If the Zhou Dynasty King comes here, they will probably be very honored."

Zhou Dongxin said no, how tired is it to cook by myself? Actually, I am not picky sometimes. It’s really not a sarcastic tongue, but I smiled and said, “Haha, Master Xing, please do it yourself.

By the way, Master Xing, should I go with you to sign up?”

Zhou Dong really didn't care about the leader of the National Banquet Case, but he was also a little curious about the National Banquet Organizing Committee and didn't mind going to take a look.

"Haha, you are not a person like us. Although you are the leader of the Bai Censorate, you are actually a bit like the ancient guest official. There are still a few diligent and expert like you, some of whom have not arrived in Chudu yet.

So you don’t have to rush to register, stay here with peace of mind, and enjoy the slow life in Kyoto.

It’s not that I brag about it. It’s said that the slow life in Sichuan Province makes people want to go. In fact, Kyoto is not worse than that in Sichuan Province. Kyoto not only has teahouse culture, but also the famous flyover culture!”

Thinking of Teacher Yu’s agreement with him and the big white duck Yongyong, Zhou Dong nodded and said, “It’s good.”

Chun Bo is also an old man. After taking a bowl of old sauce and frying noodles, he said goodbye and left. Before leaving, he specifically reminded Shang Qingxiong to ensure that he must ensure Zhou Dong's safety during his stay in Kyoto.

Seeing Chun Bo leave, Shang Qingxiong said excitedly: "Lao Zhou, it's only 6 o'clock now. Hou Hai's nightlife is very famous. Why don't we go and have fun?"

Zhou Dong looked at him: "Have you played?"

"No, isn't this the old man's tight control? I'm also a big girl in the sedan chair."

"Forget it, I want to rest early. If there is no accident tomorrow, Teacher Yu should come here."

"That's good, with Teacher Yu leading it, there's something to play."

Zhou Dong nodded, but felt a little uneasy.

After arriving in Kyoto, he contacted Teacher Yu and Miesheng as soon as possible. The phone call from Teacher Yu was very smooth, but Miesheng's phone was not connected and he was always not in the service area.
Chapter completed!