The noodle shop has a small storefront.

But after entering, the space is quite large, with forty or fifty square meters, which is indeed quite rare in Dongshuimen Ancient Street, where every inch of land is valuable.

It's bright and bright.

What’s important is that it is cleaned up here and there is no feeling of a roadside noodle restaurant at all.

On the surrounding wooden walls, there are bamboo carvings of the Four Gentlemen, which gives people an elegant feeling and is indeed a bit pleasing to the eye.

Eating in such a noodle restaurant can really bring your taste and mood up all at once.

"Shangzhiwei" is a noodle restaurant. People who come here naturally eat noodles. This street is quite prosperous, so naturally guests are indispensable.

When Luo Yao and Gong Hui came, the noodle restaurant had an attendance rate of about half, and the business was quite good.

I chose a good seat and sat down.

"Sir, Madam, what are you two eating?" The young man in Qingyi ran over quickly, shook the towel on his shoulders, wiped the table and asked.

"Give us two bowls of noodles."

"Then are you dry-smoked (dry noodles), or yellow (noodles are hard)?"

“No soup?”

"Yes, yes, two bowls of noodle soup, what's the point?" the guy said hurriedly.

"I'll add fat intestines, Xiaohui, where are you?"

"Add beef for me." Gong Hui thought for a while.

"Add green (add more green vegetables), less spicy, don't add coriander, you can give it some garlic." Luo Yao gave instructor and waved his hand to let the guy go down.

"Xiaohui, how do you feel?" Luo Yao smiled slightly and asked Gong Hui.

"The environment is pretty good, the noodles are not expensive, and ordinary people can bear it, but they just don't know how it tastes." Gong Hui said.

Luo Yao nodded: "Most of the people who come to such noodle restaurants for dinner are regular customers. We are raw faces. Even if we talk about Shancheng's words, experienced people can still hear it."

"Two, your noodles are here, and the shop also offers a plate of dried shredded noodles. Please use them slowly." As he spoke, the guy came over with a steaming noodles.

The black big sea bowl was almost three-quarters of it, and seven or eight pieces of fat intestines were evenly spread on the surface. The bright red spicy food and green vegetables were all over the fragrance.

fragrant!

Gong Hui's bowl with beef is almost the same, and she looks like she has an appetite.

The store is really good at doing business and even gave her a plate of cold dried shredded silk, which is worth the money.

Seeing Luo Yao lowering his head and "swallowing" noodles, Gong Hui couldn't help but wonder if he had never eaten noodles before. Is it that delicious?

Is it better than the mixed sauce noodles in Old Peiping?

However, after taking the first bite, Gong Hui found that it was really delicious and she couldn't stop eating. She was from the north and was not very suitable for the spicy food in the south.

Fortunately, I ordered "less spicy", otherwise, I really couldn't import it.

"This noodle restaurant is good, Xiaohui, we have to come here often in the future." Luo Yao took out his handkerchief and wiped his mouth, and called the guy over, "My man, check out."

"You two consume a total of 80 cents."

Luo Yao took out one piece of legal tender and handed it over: "I won't look for the remaining two cents anymore, it's a tip for you."

"Thank you sir and madam," the guy said happily.

Less than twenty minutes before and after, Luo Yao and Gong Hui came out of the "Shangzhiwei" noodle restaurant. Gong Hui was puzzled: "Aren't we here to check the details of this "Shangzhiwei"? Why did it come out so soon?"

"We are just ordinary diners now. Staying there for too long will arouse the other party's suspicion, especially when we are unrestrained. If there is really a problem with this 'scent taste'," Luo Yao explained.

"The Guo Ming was in the day shift yesterday, and today should be the night shift. We should actually be here at that time." Gong Hui complained.

"I just observed it. According to Xia Fei's description, Guo Ming's position of eating noodles was very clever. His back was facing the door. He could not observe his movements from the outside. When the noodle restaurant has a wide seat, most people are unwilling to sit in that position. If 'Shang Zhiwei' is the person they exchanged information, then when he went to dinner before him, the person sitting in that position would be very suspicious. However, through our surveillance and observation, no suspicious people were found." Luo Yao said.

"If it's not someone outside, it's someone inside. For example, the guy in the store must have contact with him when ordering."

"First investigate the origin of this noodle restaurant."

"good."

The origin of the noodle restaurant is easy to investigate, and the basic information is made public. At night, the information is placed on Luo Yao's desk, and the efficiency is very fast.

The boss of "Shangzhiwei" is surnamed Shang, with a single name of "Zhengcheng". He came to Shancheng about three years ago. He was a foreigner. He actually opened a hotel with special pasta in Shancheng in Shancheng, and won the reputation of Shancheng. It is indeed not simple.

This time is almost the same as Guo Ming's return to Shancheng for funeral treatment, but it is not easy to check when the specific time is.

At that time, the houses on Shuidongmen Street were not expensive. Shang Zhen spent money to buy the storefront house that is now "Shangzhiwei". The business was not very good at first. Later, after research, improvement, and visiting and learning from teachers, this is what it is today.

The noodles are delicious, one is the strength of the noodles itself, and the other is the soup and sauce. The noodles are good. If the soup is good, the sauce will be real.

That must be a bowl of good noodles.

Drinking noodles is a skill, and making soup has a secret recipe. Making a bowl of good noodles is not that simple, and many of them are passed down.

This is a skill of eating, and it is not easily passed on to outsiders.

Shang Zhen is a foreigner. Even though he had opened a noodle restaurant before, the tastes of the people in the mountain city are different, and it is understandable that the business is not done well at the beginning.

But how did he quickly grasp the tastes of people in the mountain city and make authentic "small noodles"?

This process made Luo Yao feel curious.

Could this guy be born with such talent in this area? Or did he find some secret recipes or secrets?

"This 'Shangzhiwei' has been in a bleak business for three months, and almost no one visits it. Suddenly the business got better. The taste and taste of the noodles became different and were very popular." Luo Yao and Gong Hui sat down to analyze the information about "Shangzhiwei".

"You mean, is there really a problem with this?"

"If he figured it out by himself, then his business should get better gradually, rather than getting better all of a sudden. This is strange..."

"Maybe, he got enlightened?"

"Go and call Lao Cai."

"Old Cai, what did you ask him to do?"

"Old Cai is a local and a chef. He should know something we don't know." Luo Yao ordered very seriously.

"Okay, I'll go and check it out, is Lao Cai sleeping?"

"Webmaster, are you looking for me?" Lao Cai thought something big had happened, so he quickly came with Gong Hui in clothes, speaking with caution.

"Old Cai, there is a 'Shangzhiwei' noodle restaurant on Shuidongmen Street. Do you know?"

"I know, the noodle restaurant was not doing well at the beginning, but later it got better. There were quite a few people eating in the past." Lao Cai nodded.

"Have you ever eaten?"

"Nothing." Old Cai smiled embarrassedly.

"Then you go and have a meal tomorrow and come back and tell me in detail about your feelings." Luo Yao ordered.

"Webmaster, do you think our pasta is not delicious?" Lao Cai immediately wondered when he heard this and asked with some anxiety.

Luo Yao smiled bitterly: "Old Cai, you are thinking too much. This is a case I have investigated. I need your help. I have no objection to the cafeteria, but you have to keep this matter confidential and not to tell anyone."

When Lao Cai heard this, he felt relieved.

"Remember, I'm asking you to eat noodles and come back after eating. Don't be nervous, do you understand?" Luo Yao reminded.

"clear."

...

"Can Lao Cai do it?" Gong Hui was a little suspicious. Luo Yao's speculation was a bit too nervous. How did he go from investigating "Japanese spies" to investigating "faces".

"I don't know either. Anyway, my intuition tells me that if we can't find the person who conveys the message to Guo Ming, the problem lies in the 'Shangzhiwei' noodle restaurant." Luo Yao said.

"Okay, anyway, I will stare at it. I will notify you as soon as possible if there is any situation." Gong Hui nodded, "Go to rest early and don't stay up late."

"knew."

...

Lao Cai is still very efficient, so he came to see Luo Yao the next afternoon.

"How is it, Lao Cai, what does it feel like after eating the noodles of "Shangzhiwei"?" Luo Yao asked.

Lao Cai seemed to want to speak but stopped.

"What's wrong, Lao Cai, just say it, don't be afraid." Luo Yao could see that Lao Cai seemed to have some concerns in his heart and refused to speak.

"Webmaster, this is my first time eating this 'Shangzhiwei' noodles, but it gives me the feeling that it looks very much like what I have eaten before. It was made by an old friend of mine, but someone has passed away for more than two years." Lao Cai said.

"Oh, you can tell me in detail." Luo Yao suddenly felt excited when he heard this.

"My old friend is good at making noodles. His ancestral craftsmanship is passed down by men but not women. But in his generation, he only had one daughter, so he wanted to recruit a son-in-law to pass on this craft. I heard that he found one, but unfortunately, a big fire more than two years ago was buried in the fire, and the whole family was gone, and the inheritance was cut off." Lao Cai said.

"Old Cai, what's your old friend's name?"

"His surname is Meng and his name is Meng Shaoyuan."

"Meng Shaoyuan, okay, I remember, thank you, Lao Cai, don't tell anyone about this." Luo Yao reminded him.

"Yes, webmaster."

After seeing Lao Cai off, Luo Yao immediately called Shen Yu and asked him to help him go to the police station to transfer files of the "Meng Shaoyuan" family's fire case that year.

This is just a trivial matter for the Military Control Commission.

Shen Yu happened to have the opportunity to have a free meal again. In the general affairs department, his work is not too busy. Of course, he would not let him go if he had the opportunity to investigate the case.

Later, a related file that caught fire at the home of "Meng Shaoyuan" and all the family were burned to death came to Luo Yao's desk.

To outsiders, there seems to be nothing strange about a fire case, but Luo Yao just looked it through and found many doubts.
Chapter completed!