Chapter 1756 Chef Lao Han

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"Ding! Taste authentic Beijing-style fried noodles, cooking ability +1!"

Don't forget that night food started with pasta at first.

Although the main products of the night food are snacks such as glutinous rice chicken and sweet-scented osmanthus cake, many old diners have been urging the re-listing of Supreme Beef Noodles.

In particular, Kang Debiao, who was under Brother Li, was obsessed with the bowl of beef noodles, and repeated it countless times in Ye Hong's ear.

Seeing the bowl of fried noodles in front of him, Ye Hong had a not very mature idea in his heart.

"Ding! Trigger the proficient cooking ability, and analyze the composition of the fried sauce noodle recipe..."

Ye Hong silently analyzed the recipe of fried noodles, while chatting with Qin Hao and the others.

After all, they were outside, and there was a little girl like Sun Feifei next to them. The two didn't talk about any sensitive topics, but just talked about some short things among parents.

Through chatting, Ye Hong changed a lot about Sun Feifei.

Although her appearance is a bit wild, but from the perspective of conversation, her temperament is not bad.

What shocked Ye Hong the most was that this little girl was still an academic tyrant. Although she had not graduated from high school, she had already been admitted to Huaqing University in advance.

The genes of the old Qin family are really strong.

After eating the fried sauce noodles, Ye Hong originally planned to leave and go back to the hotel, but Qin Hao left behind with a smile.

"Let's go, I'll take you to meet the chef of this shop, who is also my good friend - Lao Han.

Oh, by the way, he doesn't know my identity, don't reveal the truth. "

Lao Han is a stocky middle-aged man.

With a simple and honest face and a smile without any impurities, he looks like an ordinary chef who is honest and obsessed with cooking.

But Ye Hong was silently shocked the moment he saw Lao Han.

He felt a familiar aura from Lao Han's body.

That is the taste of ancient martial artist.

Although Lao Han hid it in the smell of oil smoke, he couldn't escape Ye Hong's eyes.

Out of respect for Qin Hao, Ye Hong did not open up his ability to see through.

But there was a secret in his heart.

"Hello, hello, is the face okay?"

Lao Han and Ye Hong shook hands, and asked with a smile, speaking in a standard Beijing accent.

"What a stupid question? When did I bring guests who didn't like your fried noodles?"

Qin Hao scolded Lao Han with a punch on the shoulder.

The two seem to have a good relationship.

Ye Hong held Lao Han's hand and smiled meaningfully: "The face is not bad, it seems that Chef Wei's [skill] is quite strong!"

Regarding the word skill, Ye Hong slightly accentuated the syllables.

Qin Hao might not notice the difference, but Ye Hong believed that Lao Han would definitely hear it.

These two words, on the surface, are praising Lao Han's cooking skills, but Ye Hong secretly points out Lao Han's identity as an ancient martial artist.

He was worried that Lao Han had ulterior motives for approaching Qin Hao, and Qin Hao didn't know it, so he secretly warned Lao Han.

Lao Han didn't seem to have heard Ye Hong's warning, so he smiled embarrassedly: "This little brother praised him."

But Ye Hong clearly felt Old Han's hand trembling slightly.

Ye Hong calmly let go of Old Han's hand and said nothing.

It was only after they left the back kitchen and walked out of the Yanwu Fried Sauce Noodle Shop, Ye Hong began to ask Qin Hao about Lao Han's information.

"Speaking of Lao Han, it has to start when I was a child.

It can be said that I grew up eating this bowl of noodles from Lao Han. "

Qin Hao began to recall the past.