Zhao Daxia disagreed: "I'm not picky either. I really didn't eat, just give me some stutter."

Feng Yifan smiled and said, "Okay, sister, wait a moment, I'll cook a bowl of noodles for you."

As soon as I returned to the kitchen, I heard Lin Ruifeng say, "Master, why don't I do it?"

Feng Yifan shook his head: "It's okay, it won't take any time to cook noodles. You have been busy all afternoon. Go back and rest, and come back tonight."

Lin Ruifeng wanted to say something, but when he saw that his master had already started working, he had to leave first. He went home from the alley behind and prepared to take a nap and come to help in the evening.

Feng Yifan did not make any complicated noodles, but used the ingredients in the kitchen to make a bowl of chicken soup Yifu noodles for Zhao Daxia.

When the noodles were cooked, Feng Yifan brought them out to Zhao Daxia.

As soon as Zhao Daxia smelled the smell, she exclaimed: "Oh my God, why is this so fragrant? Boss, what is the noodles in your house cooked? It's so fragrant."

Lu Cuiling curled her lips and said, "This is not an ordinary noodles. This is chicken soup Yifu noodles, which costs 30 yuan a bowl."

Zhao Daxia had just taken a bite and said in surprise: "What? This bowl will be sold for 30?"

But the next moment, when Zhao Daxia began to chew the noodles in her mouth, mixed with the soup that was sucked into her mouth, she immediately ate the noodles.

Next, Zhao Daxia didn't say a word and quickly ate a bowl of chicken noodle soup.

After eating it completely, I even drank the soup base.

"Himmer..." He burped for a while, and then Zhao Daxia said: "This bowl of noodles, this bowl of noodles is really delicious. I have never eaten such a delicious bowl of noodles. 30 per bowl is really worth it."

When Lu Cuiling saw Zhao Daxia say this, the old lady also had a look of pride on her face.

Feng Yifan smiled and said, "This is the characteristic of our restaurant. We also rely on this bowl of noodles to maintain our business every day at noon."

Zhao Daxia wiped her mouth and couldn't help but smack her mouth for a long time. After savoring it for a while, she said, "Well, boss, your bowl of noodles is so delicious. No wonder you can sell more than 100 bowls at one afternoon. I think the quantity is small."

Feng Yifan waved his hand with a smile: "There are limited personnel and our restaurant is also small. More than 100 bowls are our limit."

Zhao Daxia immediately said: "Boss, you can expand your business. If you sell such noodles for a day, you won't sell a thousand bowls? If you have 30 bowls per bowl, it will be 30,000."

Lu Cuiling shook her head and said, "Okay, okay, you don't need to teach you how to do business. If you have enough, wash the dishes and show us."

Zhao Daxia didn't say anything more and immediately started washing dishes. I have to say that the middle-aged aunt was very quick and the steps were correct. I really remembered after hearing Feng Yifan said it before.

Seeing that Zhao Daxia had finished, Feng Yifan nodded and said, "Well, sister, you did a great job."
Chapter completed!