Food starts with noodles

At six o'clock in the morning, he got up and went to the vegetable market to buy vegetables.

The vegetables I bought yesterday afternoon were actually not very good. The freshest vegetables can only be bought in the morning.

Xu Zhuo, who has greatly increased his confidence in cold dishes, will naturally not miss it.

After the selection, go back to the store and start the preparations for a new day.

At ten o'clock, all the preparations were done, and the pork belly boiled more than 20 catties today.

Moreover, he also made an agreement with the owner of the fresh butcher shop that he would be prepared with more than ten catties of high-quality pork belly at any time.

As for the changed eggs, he even bought a whole box.

Boss Xu is full of confidence, as long as the diners are willing to eat, he will accompany him to the end.

Sitting behind the counter, just about to take a break, Wei Junming suddenly came.

He is not tall, short and fat, and he has already bald, forming a perfect inverse ratio to Xu Zhuo.

"Xu Zhuo, are you ready? I heard from Master that the sheep's trotters you make are very authentic. I want to come over and try them."

Xu Zhuo felt helpless.

Either the old man was bragging in front of Wei Junming, or Chen Guifang was bragging in front of him.

The sheep's hoof in the store is really delicious, after all, it is a signature.

But Wei Junming, a master of Sichuan cuisine, definitely doesn't believe it.

Indeed, when Wei Junming came here today, he really wanted to take this opportunity to help Xu Zhuo improve the formula.

Then beat and beat him again, so that he will not only talk about it at a young age.

Xu Zhuo gave Wei Junming four goat hooves.

Wei Junming took a goat's hoof and took a bite.

The originally sloppy expression suddenly became exciting.

"This sheep's trotter...is authentic! Without 30 years of experience, it is absolutely impossible to make!"

When he was feeling emotional, Li Sifu's voice suddenly came from the door.

"Yesterday you said you could make burning noodles. I came here to try it out. Let me tell you first. If it doesn't taste good, I really have to go back to my hometown. Don't stop me this time..."

Before he finished speaking, Wei Junming froze for a moment, then turned around and looked at Li Sifu blankly.

"Little Sichuan?"

Li Sifu at the door was also stunned.

"Are you...Little Fatty?"

Chapter 045

Xu Zhuo was a little surprised. These two knew each other?

Li Wenming, who followed Li Sifu, was also a little surprised.

When did Dad still have the nickname Little Sichuan?

Li Sifu and Wei Junming looked at each other.

In the end, it was Li Sifu who spoke first.

"Little Fatty, why are you bald? I have told you for many years that if you wear a chef's hat for a long time, you will get sulky and your hair will fall out. You just don't listen..."

Wei Junming laughed and burst into tears: "Say me, aren't you old too? That bragging little Sichuan at that time became an old man in a blink of an eye."

"It's been 30 years, a full 30 years, I didn't expect that we would meet again, what a fate!"

The way the two of them stared at each other so affectionately made Xu Zhuo feel a little hot.

He even doubted that if he and Li Wenming were not present.

Will these two old things hug each other and kiss?

"You two... know each other?"

Wei Junming reacted first, and explained to Xu Zhuo with a smile.

Thirty years ago, Li Sifu and his newly married daughter-in-law came to Linping City to work hard, and lived next door to Wei Junming's house.

At that time, Li Sifu didn't have the money to open a hardware store, so he went from door to door to make furniture for others.

And Wei Junming was learning cooking from Xu Jimin at that time.

The two were about the same age and had similar tastes, so they became friends.

Li Sifu's big mouth, when he learned that Wei Junming was learning cooking from others, he kept talking about Sichuan cuisine to him.

In fact, Li Sifu has never eaten many Sichuan dishes. He is so poor that he can't afford to eat them.

But he likes to brag, saying that Sichuan is a good place with delicious food everywhere, much better than Linping City.

Originally, he was done bragging once he was addicted to his mouth, but the honest Wei Junming took it seriously.

After studying with Xu Jimin for more than two years, he resigned from his master and went to Sichuan alone.

For this, Xu Jimin blamed himself for a while.

Thinking that he was too strict with Wei Junming, he scared the child away.

In fact, Wei Junming just wanted to see how good Li Sifu was boasting.

As a result, this trip lasted for 30 years.

Then, Li Sifu made a supplement.

Before Wei Junming left, Li Sifu had already saved enough money to open a hardware store. In fact, he just rented a storefront to sell nail hinges and so on.

He was not familiar with Linping City, so he asked Wei Junming where the business was good.

Wei Jun is at Sifang Restaurant every day, and there is an endless stream of people eating noodles here.

Just tell him that the business is best if it is opened next to the Sifang Pavilion.

In this way, Li Sifu and the Xu family became neighbors.

The two of them made a lot of mistakes, and they both had intersections with the Xu family.

When we met again, we were all overwhelmed with emotion.

After greetings, Li Sifu pulled Li Wenming.

"Boy, call Uncle Wei quickly, he has a great friendship with your father. Fat Duner, this is my son Li Wenming, he is now working in the development zone, he has five insurances, one gold and other benefits, he is very comfortable..."

Li Sifu still couldn't change this problem.

But when he said that, Li Wenming felt even more ashamed.

Tears flowed out in a blink of an eye.

He is very comfortable, but the person who provides him with a comfortable life is seriously ill.

He couldn't help crying just thinking about it.

Wei Junming was a little puzzled: "Why is this child crying?"

Xu Zhuo, who was standing on one side, said to him, "Lao Li has a brain tumor, but he refuses to treat the disease and refuses to listen to any advice. Brother Wenming is really worried about this."

"I learned the burning noodles from you because I made a bet with him that as long as I make authentic burning noodles, he will have to go to the hospital for treatment."

"Of course, this is just nonsense, but Uncle Wei, you really need to persuade Lao Li to go to the hospital as soon as possible, and the operation will be over..."

When Xu Zhuo went to learn burning noodles yesterday, Wei Junming was still a little unhappy.

Because few people in this place eat traditional burning noodles, he felt that Xu Zhuo probably did it to show off.

Nowadays, young people like to shoot some videos and post them on the Internet to show off their skills.

In Wei Junming's eyes, this is not doing his job properly.

Only now did he realize that Xu Zhuo learned to burn noodles yesterday because of Li Sifu.

This made him not know what to say for a while.

Wei Junming patted Xu Zhuo's shoulder excitedly.

"Good boy, feel free to ask me if there is anything you don't understand about Sichuan cuisine. I don't know who to pass on this skill to. If you want, I will pass it on for my master..."

After speaking, he turned his face to look at Li Sifu.

"Little Sichuan, get the hell out of here and go to the hospital this afternoon! Dare I break your leg!"

During the two years they were friends, both were poor.

One is an apprentice, who doesn't get a penny.

One is a newcomer, and even hungry when there is no work.

They supported each other for two years.

They also encouraged each other for two years.

Now I finally met a good friend, but got seriously ill.

For Wei Junming, who is not short of money, this is simply unacceptable.

After yelling at Li Sifu, Wei Junming said to Xu Zhuo, "Let's make burning noodles. If he dares to say it's not good, I'll beat him up."

Xu Zhuo went in to get busy, while Wei Junming and Li Sifu sat opposite each other, recalling those interesting things from the past.

Now, it doesn't matter what the burning noodles taste like.

With Wei Junming here, Xu Zhuo believed that Li Sifu would definitely go to the hospital obediently.

He didn't understand until now.

Why can't he complete the task of burning noodles? It will be twice as difficult for him to learn Sichuan cuisine.

This was originally a completely irrelevant relationship.

He thought the system was convulsed.

As a result, Wei Junming and Li Sifu recognized each other and broke the mystery.

In fact, Wei Junming and the Xu family only have a little bit of love.

It was also used by Chen Guifang when doing business.

Although Wei Junming had feelings for Xu Jimin, he recognized this master when he came back.

But his emotion is just a nostalgia for his hometown and the past.

After all, no matter how deep the relationship is, it will dissipate with the passage of time.

If Xu Zhuo came to ask for advice, Wei Junming would naturally guide him.

But if you ask him to teach with heart, he probably won't be able to do it.

After all, he is not his own child and has no emotional basis.

But now with Li Sifu, the situation has changed.

Wei Junming has already planned to teach him everything, which is definitely a great thing for Xu Zhuo.

After finishing the burning noodles, Xu Zhuo cooked a few more dishes.

Cold mutton, white meat with garlic paste, cucumber and egg, onion and fungus, and two plates of sheep's feet to take away.

Although it's not time for dinner, it's almost eleven o'clock, and it's time to eat.

Xu Zhuo brought beer, opened it, and filled it up for several people one by one.

When it was Li Sifu's turn, he hesitated, but Li Sifu snatched the bottle anxiously.

"Pour it up for me quickly. I went to the hospital this afternoon, but I haven't been able to touch alcohol or meat for a long time..."

Well, now he finally gave in.

Li Wenming took some food for Li Sifu, and said to Wei Junming, "Uncle Wei, thank you for persuading my dad, you don't have to worry about money."