"You are all cooking geniuses from Kyushu. I have just seen your skills, and they are far better than mine. I, Huang Fugui, can only make a vegetable noodle dish and cannot be called the God of Cooking, and I can't teach you anything. If it is true

If I have any experience, it is probably that every time I make noodles, I will think of my son and grandson eating noodles. When I was still working as a peddler, no matter how hard and tiring it was, thinking about my son would make it easier.

"

"So, I, Huang Fugui, would like to ask you all to do me a favor and help me keep the secret that I am the God of Cooking. I have handed over the secret of making noodles to you. From today on, you are all the descendants of the God of Cooking.

Huang thanked everyone here."

Everyone was stunned when they heard Huang Fugui's words. Only Cao Sanniang asked: "I heard that Weixianlou was only open before lunch at first. Why is this?"

"Well." Huang Fugui smiled sheepishly, "That's not because my little grandson likes to eat the vegetable noodles I made. I have to rush home at noon to make him vegetable noodles."

Cao Sanniang was also stunned.

"Do you have any other questions?"

No one said anything.

Huang Fugui bowed his hands to everyone: "Everyone, Huang has to go home to cook noodles for his young grandson, so I'll take my leave first."

"Please try the green vegetable noodles that made Huang famous first. If this noodles is cold, it won't taste good."

A flash of white light flashed.
Chapter completed!