As soon as he finished speaking, a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes walked over, wearing a green Submariner watch worth more than 800,000 yuan. His hair was meticulously combed, looking like a successful man.
I saw him walking over with an unhappy look on his face: "What's going on in your hotel? My father has almost finished his meal, why aren't the longevity noodles ready yet?"
Seeing the person coming, the manager looked embarrassed: "Boss Chen, the thing is like this, our hotel originally hired a chef who can make noodles.
But just now he received a call that his wife was going to give birth, so he rushed to the hospital immediately. Do you think... can you change the flavor of the noodles?"
His voice became softer and softer as he spoke, without any confidence at all.
After hearing this, Boss Chen said angrily: "I don't care, half an hour later, if my father doesn't have authentic Shaanxi noodles, I will demolish your hotel!"
After saying that, he walked away!
When passing by the door, I accidentally bumped into Li Yiyang. I ignored Li Yiyang without apologizing, and went back to the box angrily.
Li Yiyang didn't care either. He knew that Chen Jianhua was now the big boss in Qingcheng City, and there were only a few people he could take seriously.
Seeing the person leaving, the manager stamped his feet anxiously: "It's really not possible. You do it. You are the chef. Even if you can't make authentic Shaanxi noodles, it won't be too bad."
Now he can only act like a living doctor.
The chef looked very embarrassed: "Manager, I have never been exposed to Shaanxi cuisine, let alone pasta, so don't embarrass me!"
Hearing this, Li Yiyang knew it was time, so he walked over: "Hello, are you lacking a chef for Shaanxi noodles?"
"Who are you? Who asked you to come in?" The manager was in a bad mood, so his attitude was very bad.
Li Yiyang didn't argue with him, and immediately said: "I just accidentally heard that you are short of a Shaanxi noodle chef, and I happen to be good at making Shaanxi noodles."
The manager was immediately overjoyed, and his hands were shaking with excitement: "You...what you said is true?"
"It's absolutely true!" In his previous life, Li Yiyang liked to study cooking skills when he had nothing to do. For this reason, he invited international professional chefs to teach him, among which Shaanxi noodles were one of them.
"As long as you can make authentic Shaanxi noodles and the guests applaud after eating them, I will give you a reward of 3,000 yuan," the manager said.
Li Yiyang shook his head, then raised a finger: "I want ten thousand, and I guarantee that after the guests eat, they will never cause trouble to your hotel again."
Before the manager could speak, the chef yelled angrily: "It costs 10,000 yuan to make Shaanxi noodles. Why don't you grab it?"
Li Yiyang raised his eyebrows: "It seems that you are unwilling. In that case, I'll leave!"
"Don't!" The manager hurriedly grabbed Li Yiyang, fearing that he would leave.
Under Li Yiyang's gaze, he gritted his teeth and agreed: "Okay, ten thousand, just ten thousand."
The customer had just warned him that if he couldn't make Shaanxi noodles, the hotel would be demolished. When the superiors came to question him, he wouldn't have to pay for the renovation.
Therefore, as long as Li Yiyang can really make authentic Shaanxi noodles, let alone 10,000 yuan, he will have to agree even if it is 20,000 yuan!
After negotiating the price, Li Yiyang put on his white chef's overalls, washed his hands, and got busy.
At first, the manager did not dare to have high hopes. There were many people who knew how to make noodles, but there were not many, or even very few, Shaanxi-style noodles in their Qingcheng city.
But when he looked at the noodles made by Li Yiyang, his eyes suddenly lit up.
Although he was not sure if this was the Shaanxi way, but just by looking at the appearance, it was very tempting, and he couldn't help but want to try it.
Soon, the noodles were served on the table. Li Yiyang was waiting for the guests' feedback, but he was not nervous because he believed that the guests would like it after eating it.
Sure enough, ten minutes later, the manager came to the kitchen excitedly, grabbed Li Yiyang's hand, and said gratefully: "Brother, you really helped me a lot. The old man ate your noodles and praised him full of praise.
Want to see you!
This is your reward, take it quickly." After saying this, the manager took out the 10,000 yuan he had prepared in advance and handed it to Li Yiyang.
Li Yiyang was not polite and just put it in his pocket.
Although ten thousand yuan to make a bowl of noodles seems like a sky-high price, without him, this hotel will close down soon.
In comparison, he did a great thing.
As for the old man's death, he was not sure whether it was related to not eating noodles.
After getting the money, Li Yiyang took off his chef's work clothes and followed the manager to the private room.
The reason why he was willing to meet this old man was because the old man's son was the boss of his wife Wen Xiaohui. He wanted to gain some popularity first, which might be needed later.
Arriving at the private room, under the guidance of the manager, Li Yiyang stood beside the old man.
"Mr. Chen, this is the chef who will make you Shaanxi noodles!" the manager introduced.
Mr. Chen's eyes were a little moist when he saw Li Yiyang: "Although I have lived in Qingcheng City for almost sixty years, my hometown is Shaanxi. I have lived in Shaanxi for more than ten years. The noodles you make make me taste the noodles from my hometown."
Taste, thank you!”
Li Yiyang smiled nonchalantly and said: "Thank you, old gentleman, for exaggerating. Today is your eightieth birthday. I wish you good health and all the best!"
Li Yiyang's demeanor, which is neither humble nor overbearing, won Mr. Chen's favor.
At this time, Chen Jianhua thought of Li Yiyang, who seemed to be the person he accidentally bumped into just now, but he did not apologize. He was just a chef who knew how to make Shaanxi noodles, so he was not qualified to apologize.
"Young man, your cooking skills are good, and my dad likes it very much. If you have any request, I can promise you." He said with a smile, giving people a feeling of being easy to get along with.
But Li Yiyang knew that this was all his illusion, and he just mentioned it casually, not really grateful to himself.
With his current status, he can't catch his eye, and the purpose of his coming here is just to deepen his impression in his mind. Once the purpose is achieved, there is no need to stay, he said.
"I just did what I should do, and the manager also paid me. If there was nothing else, I would leave first."
Chen Jianhua was a little surprised. He thought that Li Yiyang would make some demands. After all, for a big boss like him, any money given to him could be worth his salary for a year.
But since he didn't want it, he naturally wouldn't force it, so he didn't say anything more.
After leaving the hotel, Li Yiyang looked at the time. It was already half past two. He bought some fruit on the way and went home.
If we have enough money, our daughter's illness cannot be delayed.
However, when he got home, Wen Xiaohui and his daughter were not at home. He suddenly panicked and quickly called Wen Xiaohui.
On the phone, Li Yiyang learned that An An had a high fever again and was in the hospital. After hanging up the phone, Li Yiyang stopped a car on the roadside and went straight to the hospital.
When he arrived at the inpatient department, Li Yiyang saw his daughter lying on the hospital bed. Wen Xiaohui was sitting on the edge of the bed, holding An An's hand, with red eyes.
Standing next to him was a young man over 1.8 meters tall. This man was his brother-in-law Wen Chengjie.
He is also the only person in the Wen family who still keeps in touch with Xiaohui.