Chapter 9: Godly Stir-Fried Noodles

  Girls who are often shy and in love are usually more sensitive.

  The emergence of Zhou Yi could still be considered a coincidence, and Liu Xue's face turned slightly red as she thought to herself, "How did he end up here? Is he here to see me?" This was just a trivial thought for a young woman, but it wasn't particularly embarrassing. After all, the flea market was a public place, not her private boudoir, and besides, in this day and age, there weren't many women who still guarded their chastity like it was the most precious thing in the world, as if they lived in a feudal society where men and women were strictly segregated, and a woman would have to cry and wail about losing her "purity" just because a man had seen her hands or feet.

  This sentence from the little leaf almost directly reached my heart, revealing a bit of the not-so-good idea that was still brewing in Zhou Yi's mind. Despite his face having over 20 years of winter and summer training, and having boasted about his conquests of beauties during his university days, he couldn't help but blush: "What kind of world is this? The kid isn't even three years old yet? It's all because of those stick dramas..."

  Willow then blushed so much that she almost buried her head in the iron plate of stir-fried noodles, revealing a long stretch of snowy neck, and busied herself with her head down.

  "The sauce is not bad, no worse than the 'Three Generations Stir-Fried Noodles' across the street, and even slightly better, but this stir-frying skill..."

  The aroma of the sauce entered his nose, and Zhou Yi nodded slightly, knowing at a glance that the sauce used by Liu Xue was not some supermarket product, but rather something she had mixed herself. Moreover, the standard was quite high, roughly equivalent to the pinnacle of culinary level six, which would be a special third-level chef if converted to a chef ranking.

  What made Zhou Yi baffled was that Liu Xue, who could mix this sauce, had a terrible stir-frying skill. She watched as the cool powder was messed up by her, broken into pieces, charred and emitting a burnt smell. Such stir-fried noodles were not edible, just smelling them would make you give up directly.

  Compared with the 'third generation stir-fry noodles' across the street, it's simply worlds apart, no wonder her business is so bad...

  "Hmm, has your business always been like this?" Zhou Yi couldn't help but ask as he took over the stir-fried noodles.

  "Hmm, our business was originally very good, but since that bad uncle opposite came, it's no longer good, all the customers have been poached by him."

  Xiao Yezi clenched her small fists again, looking indignant, and Zhou Yi started to get a little worried. Is this little loli violent or something? Why does she keep throwing punches?

  "Leaf, don't talk nonsense, the uncle opposite is better at stir-frying noodles than us, it's normal for his business to be good."

  "Remember what I said, when others are better than you, you should think of ways to surpass them, rather than blaming or hating them, understand?"

  "Huh?"

  Willow catkins This sentence is only educating Yezi, but it makes Zhou Yi stunned, and can't help but re-examine her. Unexpectedly, this weak girl actually has such insight.

  Such a girl is indeed worth lending a hand to help.

  Zhou Yi picked up a piece of liangfen and put it in his mouth, nodding slightly: "Liu Xue, is this sauce mixed by you? It's very good."

  "It's my dad's recipe... This stall was originally my dad's..."

  "Oh, I see." Zhou Yi saw that she didn't want to say more and didn't ask further. He just glanced at the liangfen soaking in several buckets of water: "If these noodles can't be sold, they'll go bad tomorrow, right?"

  "Yes, but there's no way." Liu Xue smiled wryly, feeling somewhat helpless.

  "Hehe, since it's already bad anyway, let me try. To be honest with you, I'm also a foodie and have some experience with stir-fried noodles."

  "Who?"

  Willow gazed at Zhou Yi with some disbelief, clearly not thinking that the refined-looking man in front of her would stir-fry powder.

  "Really? I knew Uncle Zhou was the best!"

  Xiao Yezi was extremely excited, her big eyes blinking repeatedly, looking at Zhou Yi with great anticipation.

  "What, don't you believe me?" Zhou Yi chuckled and walked to the back of the stall with his arm around him: "Actually, I'm a very talented person, just stir-frying some liangpi, no big deal."

  After finishing, he took the scoop from Liu Xue's hand, turned it over in his hand, poured two ladles of oil on the iron plate, and started stir-frying the powder.

  Soon, Liu Ru's eyes widened in shock, staring blankly at Zhou Yi, unable to utter a word.

  This is no longer stir-frying powder, but an art form.

  The chef isn't pouring all the starch onto the iron plate at once, but rather holding a scoop in one hand and tossing the cut starch onto the plate with the other. It looks like he's casually tossing it, but actually each toss is precisely calculated so that there's neither too much nor too little.

  After the starch noodles fell onto the iron plate, they were lightly picked up by Zhou Yi just as they turned golden brown, forming a beautiful parabola in mid-air before landing gently back onto the iron plate. For a moment, the air was filled with sparkling translucent starch noodle blocks dancing under the control of the small pot shovel, not a single one breaking or getting burnt.

  While controlling the starch blocks, Zhou Yi also didn't forget to add the sauce at the right time. With his ability to control the fire, the timing of adding the sauce to the iron plate was just right, allowing 100% of the flavor of the sauce to be brought out without causing any damage. The flying starch blocks were like obedient little elves, each one coated with a certain amount of sauce, as if calculated by computer, neither too much nor too little.

  "Too wonderful..."

  Willow's breathing began to quicken, even in her father's hands, who had been stir-frying for decades, she had never seen such a skilled technique. At this moment, in her eyes, Zhou Yi, who was stir-frying, seemed to have turned into a painter, a calligrapher, he was not stir-frying powder, but art, life...

  "Wow, Uncle Zhou is so amazing! He's really something!" Little Yezi was even more starry-eyed, her small hands clapping red.

  As the pieces of liangpi presented a golden yellow color, Liu Xue's eyes became even more tightly closed. It was actually three sides crispy! The highest realm of stir-frying liangpi, three sides crispy and one side green! The remaining side still maintained its original emerald green color, each piece of liangpi looked like jade wrapped in gold, making people's eyes widen with wonder.

  "It smells so good..."

  "This stir-fried noodles looks too good, just looking at it makes me want to eat."

  "Go take a look!"

  Wafts of strange fragrance floated from Liu Mei's stall, quickly overwhelming the "Three Generations Stir-Fried Noodles" across the way. Many customers who were originally waiting in line at the other place were pulled over to gather around Zhou Yi, exclaiming in surprise and admiration.

  The sheep effect is terrible, soon half of the snack street people were attracted to come over, surrounded by three layers inside and outside, the crowd still occasionally burst into applause, I don't know, it's like a big star came here.

  Without a doubt, this plate of liangfen was instantly snatched up by the diners. Liu Xue and Xiao Yezi were able to get some only because they were acquaintances with the stall owner, and each got a small dish, squatting down to savor it with relish.

  "It's so delicious! How can it be so fragrant? Same sauce, same starch noodles, how did Big Brother Zhou manage to stir-fry it so well... Is his family also selling stir-fried noodles?"

  Willow felt her eyes getting moist, Zhou Yi's craftsmanship brought back the memory of her childhood when she first had her father's stir-fried noodles, that was her childhood...

  Xiaoye didn't have so much to say, she ate her own share in three or two mouthfuls and ran over to grab Liu Xue's. However, when she ran over, she found that Xiaoyi's family had no stored grain either...

  The first batch of customers who ate the "Zhou Yi brand" liangfen immediately became the most loyal supporters and living advertisements of "Zhongyuan stir-fried noodles", and they all lingered on, determined to buy a second serving. However, as more and more people arrived, physical conflicts broke out in the scramble for positions, with some even getting into arguments and almost coming to blows. In the end, it was only when market management personnel intervened that order was barely maintained.

  The Zhouyi's hands didn't stop, and the stir-fried noodles were sold out in a flash, all fifty kilograms of liangpi brought by Liu Xue were sold out within an hour. Those who failed to buy could only reluctantly watch the stall and leave with great disappointment.

  "Ding, Master has produced 248 servings of food and obtained a total of 25 upgrade potential points..."

  "In just this short period of time, I've already made over 200 portions of liangfen? And got 25 potential points?"

  Zhou Yi was taken aback, according to the system's secondary occupation settings, every time he made a dish, he could gain 0.1 points of upgrade potential. He hadn't paid much attention to it before, after all, 0.1 points were too little, but unexpectedly, the speed at which he gained potential points was actually very fast, and in just this short period of time, he had obtained the number of points that would have taken 25 days of passive accumulation. This could be considered a case of good deeds being rewarded, as he had originally helped Liu Xue because she wasn't having an easy time, but unexpectedly, he himself had also gained benefits.

  "Brother Zhou, you're too awesome."

  Willow gazed blankly at Zhou Yi, and even now this girl still thought she was dreaming.

  "Haha, what's so great about it? It's just that I've eaten a lot and learned to make it myself. After all, it's still your good sauce." Zhou Yi smiled and said: "The liangfen is all sold out, let's clean up and go, we're on the same road..."

  Ps: When I went to Bianliang (not allowed to mention the real place name) that year, my memory of this stir-fried liangpi was still fresh. This chapter is just a nostalgia. If there are book friends from the Central Plains region, you must not be unfamiliar with this snack? Hehe......