The old man surnamed Cai was calm on the surface, but was extremely amazed inside. He secretly measured Zhou Dong's strength in his heart, and could not stop talking. He simply ignored Xirong and had eaten up all of them. Zhu Yanping, who was looking at him...

After drinking the noodles in one bite, the old man named Cai gently picked up the spoon and took out the wonton placed on it.

These four wontons are called "one yang and three yin". The spoon is topped with a yang, which has been completely fused with the fragrance of the noodles. The soup has been released for a long time and is a taste.

The three Yin below is always pressed by the spoon, and the filling is tight, which has a different taste. Even the same filling is cleverly different.

The old man surnamed Cai was obviously a good person to eat. He first bite away half of the wonton and sucked the filling with the skin. He immediately filled his mouth with strong fragrance. He couldn't help swallowing the remaining half of the food in one bite, and then was stunned.

"When did I become so unpromising and eat so fast?

Oh, it seemed like I was snoring just now, it was so shameful that Mr. Zhu looked down upon me for nothing.”

Out of the corner of his eyes, he seemed to see Zhu Yanping with a strange smile on his face.

One bite of noodles, one wonton... Perhaps because it is fresh in the noodles, the bamboo noodles that have been soaked are always sweeter and sweeter than the previous one, but unlike those noodles that use base soup, the most amazing thing is that they are in the first bite, the more mediocre you eat it afterwards.

Especially the wonton, not only does it suck the fresh aroma of pork, but it is very delicious when you eat it, but because of the regular discharge of the filling, the first bite is like eating a piece of pork belly with a complete taste.

The feeling of the tongue tip of the tongue that was "strong, fat, thin, and thin" had just rushed into the brain, causing countless nerves, making the old man unable to help but want to slap the table, and then instantly dispersed. The naughty flesh rolled on the bottom of his tongue, and every taste bud was really rising like "Mountain of Mount Tai" and falling like "Autumn water filling the wild".

When I drank the last bite of the soup, the lighter noodle soup was like snow mountain sweet water. While bringing a clear fragrance, it removed the last bit of greasiness in his mouth.

"this!"

The old man surnamed Cai was stunned and held the noodle bowl that he had eaten, and was reluctant to let go...

"This bowl of fine fruit is unparalleled in the world!"
Chapter completed!