Chen Nian has become the noodle chef in the shop, and Master He has basically retired. He is mainly responsible for chatting with customers every day, praising Chen Nian and talking about things in the newspaper.

The craftsmanship of aging has become more and more exquisite, and the noodles have been continuously improved to become more chewy.

During this period, Chen Nian also went to many other well-known noodle restaurants in Shanghai to learn from the experience.

It must be said that every famous noodle restaurant has its own uniqueness.

The guests are not stupid and will go wherever the food is delicious.

And in addition to these well-known restaurants, there are also some little-known noodle restaurants opening in the streets and alleys that also taste very good.

Gather the strengths of many schools and then study them to create your own style.

Of course, this style of aging would not be used in the store so quickly. He just gave it to Master He to taste.

"Yes, this noodles is chewy! And the scallion oil is fragrant!" Master He couldn't help but admired. Since last year, he has stopped scolding Chen Nian. In Master He's heart, scolding Chen Nian is to make Chen Nian improve.

Although sometimes the words are harsh, Chen Nian can also understand the other party's painstaking efforts.

So nothing was ever said.

Just silently trying over and over again.

"But, it still doesn't taste like that."

Chen Nian was a little confused: "Master He, it's been four years. What exactly is that flavor you are talking about? It's not a certain ingredient or a certain seasoning. I have tried everything I can in these years.

, but I still don’t know what the smell you are talking about is.”

I often think about what Master He said in person.

And both Master He and Sisi said it was delicious.

But they also said that the taste was a bit bad, but when they ate it for Yu Xiong of Jingbao, he didn't feel the same way. Over the years, he has also asked many regular customers, and everyone basically gave unanimous praise.

If I hadn’t experienced these dreams, they would have been extremely realistic.

Even if it’s old, you might think it’s because you’re not using the legendary kitchen utensils.

That night, Master He went back as usual, and Chen Nian began to practice day after day. Although Chen Nian was already extremely skilled in the action of kneading noodles, every bit of strength and every control of the amount of salt; if it rains, it won't rain.

Rain, winter, summer, plum rain season, as well as the usual ratio of water to noodles, and what kind of noodles are best, I am very familiar with these.

And on the seven or eight notebooks used for recording, there is a date for each.

Groups of experimental controls such as A, B, C, D, etc., and experimental variables of x, y, z, are all tried by Chen Nian countless times.

The experimental data that has been fixed before will continue to add variables when it rains.

After determining the proportion, you have to try it again and again.

At the very least, it must be thoroughly cooked.

Otherwise, when cooking, I can't wait for you to measure the temperature and weigh the food bit by bit.

The 10,000-hour rule does not mean that you can learn something after 10,000 hours, but it means that these 10,000 hours are enough for people to form muscle memory.

Even if you don't have to think about it, your hands will do it subconsciously.

When people write, most words can be written directly without stopping to think about them. This is a type of muscle memory.

But my own noodles taste better.

The person who came here to eat noodles every night didn't come for a long time.

After I slurped down a bowl of scallion noodles and returned home, Master He was still reading the newspaper, mumbling about something at the end.

Chen Nian didn't listen carefully, after all, people always like to mutter something when they get older.

Human nature.

After washing and lying on the bed, Chen Nian kept thinking about why Sisi didn't come.

He reached out and touched the clothes and shoes he had bought specially under the bed.

I bought this half a year ago.

I originally planned to wait until I went to Paramount to wear it, but because the noodle shop business was getting better and better, I never had time.

However, this time, Chen Nian touched it for a while, and finally reached his hand back, put it under his head and gradually fell asleep.

Early the next morning, Chen Nian went to his old place to exchange articles with Yu Xiong. Yu Xiong happily returned the article to the agency for typesetting, while Chen Nian continued to return to He with the royalties given by Yu Xiong.

Remember the noodle shop making noodles.

Ten yuan each time.

Although it is quite a lot, it is definitely not much compared to the sales volume of the entire Jingbao.

The circulation of Jingbao is about 30,000 copies each time, but every time there is an article by "Teacher Chen", the sales volume will probably increase to 50,000 copies.

But one year has passed, and no one in Shanghai except Yu Xiong and Chen Nian knows the identity of Teacher Chen.

Regarding this, not even the editor-in-chief, Yu Xiong’s good partner at the newspaper, knew.

Of course, this was deliberately concealed by Chen Nian.

Hidden away in the city, people around me are talking about Teacher Chen, but no one knows that Teacher Chen is me. To be honest, it's quite refreshing.

This is the highest level of pretentiousness!

Of course, Yu Xiong gave the money in order to win over Chen Nian.

After all, they have been in contact with each other for so long, and he doesn’t know what other hobbies Chen Nian has besides making noodles, so he can only give money.

In the afternoon, Chen Nian asked for leave.

Although Chen Lai said there would be no wages when he started, later on, Master He directly gave Chen Lai 30% to 40% of the profit from each noodle shop.

Even if Chen Nian clearly stated that he wanted this, it would be of no use.

And the money I get from Yu Xiong every time is already quite a lot.

But Master He still insisted on giving it.

I went back and went straight to a bathhouse, took a shower, ran for two hours, and then went to the barber shop to get my hair cut, my beard trimmed, and I felt very well-groomed.

I went home and changed into new clothes.

I tidied it up in front of the old mirror and smelled carefully that there was no longer any scallion oil smell on my body.

Seeing that the sky was getting dark outside, Chen Nian sat at home and waited.

The hands on the clock are crawling bit by bit, and Chen Nian has never felt that time has been so slow.

Finally, the clock reached eight o'clock.

Chen Nian stood up.

The upper body is dressed in a very flat, ironed white shirt, with a plaid khaki vest on the outside. It is compact and close-fitting, making the tall and well-proportioned figure stand out exceptionally well.

The trousers are the same color as the mahjong on the body, but have no plaid and have excellent drape.

Wearing a pair of brown leather shoes, they are much darker than the clothes on her body, but they match perfectly.

With his neat short hair, meticulous face, and a very good local background, he is more than half aged. He is completely unlike the noodle boy from before.

Even if you tell me which family the young master is from, a lot of people will believe it.

Lock the door and put the old-fashioned brass key with the red string in your pocket.
Chapter completed!