After finishing the noodles, Qian Yan went to the kitchen to pay.
"Boss Feng, you have suffered a bloody disaster recently."
Boss Feng put the money in his pocket. He paused after hearing these words and said: "Prosperity, democracy, civilization, harmony... believe in science, not feudal or superstitious."
Qian Yan: "..."
"The noodles made by Boss Feng are indeed delicious." Qian Yan took out a triangular talisman and handed it to Boss Feng, "There are some things that I would rather believe. I hope I can eat more of Boss Feng's noodles next time I come here. I will try my best to
Find the 66 flavors of Feng's noodles as soon as possible."
"This is a little gadget. I think Boss Feng has been busy for so long. He should take a rest on the 27th of this month. Close the door and leave no one inside. When leaving, put this triangular talisman under the door."
"Come back and open the door on the 28th."
"You can take refuge."
"If you take refuge, the customers in your store will take refuge."
Qian Yan put the triangle talisman in Feng Huai's hand and was about to leave.
Feng Huai pinched the talisman and put it into his pocket, still dubious about this matter.
But this woman had never spoken so many words to him since he came to the store to eat noodles, and she spoke so mysteriously that she confused him, a man who believed in science but was not superstitious.
He quickly shook his head. He believed in science and would not be surrounded by feudal superstition.
Seeing that Qian Yan was about to leave with the two old people, he quickly walked over and helped carry them outside.
Qianyan pushed the two couples around the town for a while, then put them on the tricycle and pedaled the tricycle home.
Zhang Zengmei: "Yanyan, what did you say to Boss Feng before?"
While talking, she and Gong Yuanren looked at each other. In fact, Boss Feng was not a bad person. They had all inquired about him. He was alone. If Yanyan liked it, it was not impossible. Even if the young man was strong, free from worries, and not burdened, he was alone.
, would you mind their family?
"I asked him how many flavors he made."
Between the two of them, Qian Yan's expression remained as usual and he shut up. Yan Yan didn't seem to like Boss Feng very much, so he decided not to say anything.
Their daughter has her own ideas. If she had an idea, she would have expressed it long ago.
Gong Yuanren: "If Feng's Noodles can really come up with sixty-six flavors, I will have no regrets in my lifetime."
Qian Yan was surprised: "Dad knows this?"
"Of course I know. The older generation all have a certain understanding of Feng's Noodles. Two hundred years ago, Feng's Noodles faced a disaster. Only the youngest one came out with a recipe book, but most of the recipes were lost.
.These are all stories passed down by the older generation. After all, our place is the origin of Feng’s Noodles. After the disaster, people here once did not dare to open a noodle shop for fear of getting into trouble. In recent decades, various
Zhong Xiao Noodle Shop appeared, but I didn’t expect that Feng’s Noodles also appeared.”
Qian Yan didn't expect Feng's noodles to have such a far-reaching origin, but she was somewhat looking forward to the sixty-six flavors of Feng's noodles.
Seeing that Gong Yuanren was looking forward to it, she decided to take good care of his body, try to live longer, and let him eat more flavors of Feng's noodles.
Boss Feng should not disappoint.
System 666 couldn't hold it in any longer: [Master Host, don't you think the way Boss Feng appears is familiar? We've known him for so long, and you called Boss Feng Boss Feng. Why don't you ask him what his name is? Maybe he