The skin of the shrimp is slightly burnt, with the fragrance of sesame oil and the freshness of the shrimp.

The time for the shrimp to pass the water is just right.

The entrance is elastic and tough, just right.

After a few more bites, the juice contained in the shrimp will overflow and mix it into the noodles to maximize the fresh fragrance in the soup.

Same noodles, same soup.

Only the shrimps with the color matching of the meal changed slightly.

There has been such a big change.

The man put the chopsticks in surprise.

"That's all. I don't know how much time it takes," Lin Miao took off his apron and went out.

"Hey, wait," the man hurriedly stopped her.

"how?"

Lin Miao raised her eyebrows.

"Well, don't get me wrong," the man scratched his head in embarrassment and took two steps back.

"I just want to ask, what do you mean by the other one?"

"Of course it's soup," Lin Miaoduan measured him.

Seeing that there was only embarrassment and no greed in his eyes, he said with a smile.

The man suddenly realized.

Lin Miao turned around.

"Oh," the man spoke again.

"That, let me tell you how to change it?"

Lin Miao raised her eyebrows and smiled slightly.

"I, I will pay you," the man hurriedly emphasized.

Lin Miao bent her big almond eyes.

"Dad," the girl couldn't help but stamp her feet when she heard this.

Their noodles themselves are not expensive. After deducting the cost of water, electricity, rent and various miscellaneous expenses, a bowl of noodles cannot even make 20 cents.

If you pay some tuition, 80% of the years will be in vain.

"However, we are a small business and can't give much," the man glanced at his daughter and said cautiously.

"Do you think this is good?" Lin Miao smiled and said, "I will teach you how to make soup, and you will teach me something else."
Chapter completed!