I used to be a liar, but now call me a cooking god!

"What about the toppings? How are they?" Tao Li was still standing at the small window, packing the side dishes in his hands, waiting for the customer to reply.

The diner smacked his lips and gave him a thumbs up.

"Delicious, sour and appetizing, spicy and refreshing. By the way, why do I feel that the dishes are so fresh? Sour and spicy chicken offal should not have much to do with freshness."

"Fresh is right. Master taught me to make a simple version of the broth. When I make a proper broth for toppings tomorrow, the taste will be even fresher."

When the diner heard that it would be even better tomorrow, he immediately felt that there was hope for this day. He could eat such delicious noodles every day in the future. What else could he be unhappy about in life?

Next, Tao Li fried a few more toppings. The diners took them away. After sitting down and eating, they all showed satisfied expressions.

The diners' affirmation made Tao Li breathe a sigh of relief. He finally lived up to the expectations of his master.

The last person who made the master busy for so long and made so much food in the store was the first junior brother Vincent who visited the store. How could he be so worthy of the master's care?

In the future, as long as he stopped cutting corners and did it well according to the master's teachings, making money was just a matter of time. His life would also undergo major changes because of the two hours today and become a chef that everyone envied.

However, he only paid a cup of tea for the master's visit.

Thinking of the master's love of money and gifts in the past, Tao Li clenched his fists and swore in his heart.

When he saved up enough money, he must buy an expensive gift for the master, so that he would be worthy of the master's cultivation.

Just as the diners were enjoying the delicious food, a taxi stopped outside the noodle shop.

As soon as the car stopped, the man sitting in the back rushed out and ran towards the noodle shop, shouting: "Is Master Jiang still here? Yes, I want to eat a bowl of noodles made by Master Jiang. Who wants to change seats with me? You can name the price."

He looked around while running, with expectation and uneasiness in his eyes. When he ran to the window, he didn't see the camera and Jiang Zhou, and his eyes changed.

He tried to look at the diners in line next to him, "Actually, Master Jiang went to the toilet, right? He must not have left yet."

The diners in line shook their heads and pointed at the mobile phone in his hand. The screen was the live broadcast room of the store exploration.

"Didn't you see it all in the live broadcast room? Why are you asking again? Master Jiang left for seven minutes. I looked at the watch and it was definitely correct."

"He really left."

Xie Guobao did not answer the diners' question. It was as if there was a repeater in his mind, and a sentence kept echoing.

"Master Jiang has gone...Master has gone...already gone...gone..."

He walked out of the noodle shop with a blank face, staring at the taxi driver standing there.

The driver looked embarrassed. He was stared at by Xie Guobao. He was too embarrassed to look at him, and quickly turned his head to the other side.

"Well, I didn't mean to do that. It's not just my fault that I went to the wrong place. You didn't report the complete address. You still have to pay the fare. At most, I...I'll give you a 20% discount."

Time goes back to an hour ago. Xie Guobao didn't even think about taking a bus after getting off the plane. He directly hired a taxi and negotiated the price, and asked the driver to drive over as quickly as possible.

He even promised that as long as it was within a safe range, he would reimburse the speeding ticket money, as long as he could arrive at the noodle shop before Master Jiang left.

He told the driver that there was a noodle shop in Wenjing Alley, which was broadcasting live at the moment. The noodles tasted amazing. This was the address he spent a lot of money to buy in the live broadcast room.

The driver did arrive at the place in the shortest time possible. Jiang Zhou had not left yet. Everything was arranged properly. If nothing unexpected happened, with his money, he could eat the noodles made by Master Jiang.

However, if nothing unexpected happened, an accident happened.

When the driver asked for the address, he first said the noodle shop in Wenxin Lane. Fortunately, there is another Wenxin Lane in Anhai City, and there is also a noodle shop in it.

Moreover, this noodle shop is very famous in Anhai City. The owner of the noodle shop is humorous and often does live broadcasts and shoots videos. He randomly gives away welfare beer and drinks. In addition, the taste is good. Even outsiders have seen it. When they come to Anhai City for tourism, they will check in.

The driver thought it was that noodle shop. He drove away before Xie Guobao said which avenue it was on, and he also vowed to take him to the location.

When he opened the door of the noodle shop, he did not see Jiang Zhou and the program crew. Xie Guobao almost collapsed on the spot.

The driver knew he had made trouble, so he could only make amends, and took off all the way to send him to this noodle restaurant that he had never heard of before. Judging from the environment, it was obvious that it was a noodle restaurant that sold goods to construction workers at a low price.

Damn it, why has a local never...The noodle shop you have heard of will suddenly become famous, as if it has become popular on the Internet overnight.

At this time, if the fare had not been paid yet, the driver would have run away long ago.

"Don't look at me like that, then I will give you a little less, 30% off, no less, I have to support my family."

Xie Guobao looked at the driver and wanted to kill him.

"I don't want you to pay less, as long as you return Master Jiang to me. If you can return Master Jiang to me, I will give you ten or twenty times the fare."

How could the driver do that? He scratched his head and continued to stand there.

Xie Guobao was about to cry.

The driver misled him.

He prepared for so long, is it easy for him?

As a landlord, he is not short of money. Xie Guobao has always had a good temper. He has no worries about firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea.

He lives a comfortable life and can do whatever he wants. His daily worries are eating and drinking. How can he get angry?

However, at this moment, this man who had always been very stable in his emotions was really about to collapse.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he got, the more uncomfortable he felt, and the more regretful he felt.

He gasped while holding his heart, as if he was going to faint at any time. Finally, he couldn't help it. Instead of wasting his energy, he might as well make others crazy.

Xie Guobao rushed up, grabbed the driver's collar, and shook him vigorously.

"Give me back my Master Jiang, give me back the noodles made by Master Jiang, give them back to me quickly..."

The driver was grabbed by the collar and kept shaking. For a moment, the paste in his head was almost shaken. He tried to save himself.

But the angry man was so strong that he couldn't be saved at all, so he could only ask for help from the people around him.

"Save me, save me quickly..."

There were many people squatting around eating noodles and chatting. At first, they were watching the excitement. Seeing that the situation was not right, some kind-hearted people came forward to help and pulled the two apart.

"Brother, what's wrong with you? I understand why you didn't see Master Jiang, but you can't blame the driver for this. Let's calm down. Calm down a little bit."