I'm the Culinary God-Chapter 660 - 304 Yue Liyue: This stir-fry is truly delicious! Lin Ji’s regular customers are tempted [Subscribe please]_2

Chapter 660: Chapter 304 Yue Liyue: This stir-fry is truly delicious! Lin Ji’s regular customers are tempted [Subscribe please]_2

She closed the issue and immediately sent a WeChat message to her dad, Shen Guofu:

"I’m thinking about exchanging the F8 for a Bentley Continental. Dad, what do you think?"

Shen Guofu soon provided his own response:

"Tomorrow I’ll find a Continental for you to try. If it works out, we’ll make the exchange; if not, we’ll keep looking. Buying a car isn’t like buying clothes. Don’t rush it. Look at a few more models, compare them, then make a decision."

Upon seeing this message, Shen Baobao immediately sent him a picture of fried noodles:

"Lin Xu’s Hometown Fried Noodles with garlic cloves are supremely delicious. I’ll figure out a way to bring you a big portion tomorrow noon, so Dad can also indulge."

Just having finished a diet meal at home, Shen Guofu’s appetite was immediately aroused. The oily noodles, those slightly charred slices of pork belly—weren’t they just too tempting?

He rapidly replied with a message:

"Good girl, don’t forget to bring a few more cloves of garlic tomorrow!"

"Don’t worry, I won’t forget."

Just as their chat ended, Han Shuzhen, who was eating fruit after her meal, asked, "Who were you chatting with? You look so sly."

Shen Guofu hurriedly exited the chat, swiped left, and deleted his daughter’s messages. Then he turned off his phone and said cheerfully, "The company just landed another big order; I’m just happy... Hurry up, dear, I can’t wait to do some exercises. I’ve felt much more flexible after exercising recently."

Han Shuzhen speared a slice of yacon and popped it into her mouth. "Without losing fat," she said, "all that exercise will just make you a flexible fat man..."

Although she said this, in her heart she was reminiscing about the small apple her daughter had brought in the evening. She wondered when her son-in-law would make such fruity noodles again; she was actually quite craving it.

In the restaurant, Yue Liyue and the others waited quite a while before the waiter finally brought over four servings of the glossy fried noodles.

"Wow, it smells fantastic!"

"And the portions are generous, a full big plate."

"It does take quite a long time to wait, though. In regular diners, fried noodles are usually served in about two minutes. It’s strange that it takes so much longer here at Lin Ji’s place."

"The flavor is so good, a bit of a wait is normal... ’Let’s try the taste. If it’s good, we’ll come again tomorrow,’ one of them suggested before they all dug in.

After the first mouthful of fried noodles, the perfect texture and rich flavor immediately made everyone understand the meaning of ’good food is worth the wait.’

"Wow, these noodles are incredibly delicious!"

"With this texture, I’d wait another ten minutes. It’s so much better than regular noodles."

"Indeed, it’s so tasty."

"Where’s the garlic? Where’s the garlic? You can’t eat this kind of noodles without garlic cloves. No wonder I saw Lin Ji and his wife preparing so many cloves earlier..."

On the table, there were unpeeled garlic cloves.

The group, barely containing their craving, started peeling the garlic cloves by hand.

Yue Liyue initially didn’t plan on eating garlic, but seeing his roommates starting, he followed suit and began peeling as well. He knew that if he didn’t join in, the three rascals next to him would keep blowing garlic breath at him later. It was better to be safe than sorry and eat first as a precaution. That way, everyone could equally inflict olfactory assaults on each other.

While they were eating, Geng Lele and Professor Cui arrived upstairs.

"Yue Liyue, what’s tasty today?"

"Fried noodles. Lin Ji will be introducing a dish of Hometown Fried Noodles tomorrow, and right now I’m nostalgic for home as I eat."

Geng Lele snorted, "Weren’t you always obsessed with Claypot Rice? Why do you suddenly fancy our Northern fried noodles? Professor, let’s join them for noodles, to see if they really make me miss home."

Cui Qingyuan: "..." Your house is just a few streets away from here. What’s there to miss?

He chuckled and said, "If you want to eat, we’ll eat. I guess I get to try them too, thanks to you."

Speaking of hometown, images of Suzhou’s alleyways along the riverbank unconsciously flashed through Cui Qingyuan’s mind, the place that had haunted his dreams for years. Of course, what he missed the most was still the girl in the red dress from those years. In the blink of an eye, so many years had passed; he had become a professor, while that headstrong girl in the red dress had become a major figure in the business world. Although both remained single, they were no longer on the same social stratum. A few years ago, he had declined an invitation from Fudan University to instead go to Tsinghua University, aiming to maintain some distance. I wonder if she has scolded anyone as a ’little bastard’ lately... Cui Qingyuan smiled softly, then shook his head, dispelling those unrealistic thoughts from his mind. He began planning what to discuss in tomorrow’s lecture.

"Professor, you haven’t even tasted the Hometown Fried Noodles yet, and you’re already mustering your feelings?"

Geng Lele twirled around, got some crispy fish fillet from a food cart, and crunched as she studied Cui Qingyuan’s expression. She had been teaching herself microexpressions and wanted to observe people whenever she could.

Cui Qingyuan gave a dry laugh, "Not at all, I’m just considering what to teach tomorrow that will stump you geniuses... Is this fish fillet grilled? Let me have a taste..."

Ha! While the professor was talking, he blinked several times, but normally he doesn’t blink when speaking. That means... he’s lying! Oho, so even the professor can have his little mood swings.

Geng Lele pushed the plate forward and then started observing Shen Jiayue nearby, hoping to catch the hostess’s microexpressions.

Just then, Lin Xu walked out of the kitchen.

Shen Baobao, who had been pouting while looking at cars, instantly beamed with happiness and joy. As Lin Xu approached, she even rubbed her head against him like a child.

TSK TSK TSK. The hostess’s happiness is almost overflowing. No wonder netizens advise against eating on the second floor—it really is too easy to get a dose of PDA.