After the marriage, the charming educated youth is eye-catching

Zhong Xuexi's eyes sparkled, then dimmed as she thought of something. "I do want to eat, but I'm getting married soon, and I don't want to gain weight again just because I'm greedy."

Lin Ziqiu comforted him, "It's okay to eat one bowl. Wait a few days when Zhong Zhiyang is on vacation, then call Huai'an and the others, and I'll cook for you at home."

"Okay, okay!"

The next day, before the state-owned restaurant opened, there was already a long line outside.

Jiang Lin also came in person today. Compared with yesterday's guests, there are more people today.

But when Tian Xiaofeng hung up a sign saying that only one hundred guests would be accepted today, it caused an uproar among the crowd.

"Yesterday we had 200 customers, but today it's only half as many! What's going on in this restaurant?"

"Who cares! Anyway, I'm standing in front today. My neighbors all ate it yesterday and they all said it was delicious! I want to try it and see what it tastes like!"

"Whether it tastes good or not is another matter, but I'm sure I'll get my money's worth! I haven't had meat in ages!"

"..."

Although this wave of hunger marketing will cause some complaints from customers, it is still effective. The more you can't get something, the more you want it.

Queuing is a fair thing, so even if some people didn’t get a number, they still entered the store with a greedy look on their faces.

"I don't want to eat the self-service porridge. I want to order food."

The man who was speaking was wearing a camel-colored coat, with a slender figure, gentleness and calmness in his eyes, and a sense of elegance in his every move.

Tian Xiaofeng smiled and took him upstairs.

"Here's the menu, take a look and see what you want to order."

Song Hui took a quick look and said in a gentle voice, "Let's have Chef Lin's signature dish."

Chef Lin?

It was the first time Tian Xiaofeng had heard this address. After realizing she was calling him "sister," he immediately smiled and said, "We actually have quite a few signature dishes. Why don't you tell me if you have any dietary restrictions? I'll have Chef Lin...Lin arrange it for you."

Song Hui tapped his slender fingers on the table twice, and after thinking for a few seconds, he made up his mind, "I don't eat spicy food, but everything else is fine. Besides that, I hope Chef Lin can serve me the food himself."

Tian Xiaofeng was stunned for a moment, the words of refusal stuck on his lips. He adjusted his mindset and reorganized his words, "Sir, you can see that our restaurant is very busy today. The kitchen is very busy. Chef Lin is probably unable to spare the time. Please forgive me."

Song Hui originally came from Jiangnan to visit her aunt, and heard from her that this state-owned restaurant had some kind of self-service porridge.

My aunt also introduced a chef named Lin here, saying that her cooking skills are particularly good.

He came out of curiosity.

Song Hui's ancestors were a prominent family in Jiangnan. Although the food he ate since childhood was not considered delicacies, his family did hire an experienced chef to cook for him.

Every dish is exquisite and delicious.

But a chef that my aunt praises must have some specialties.

"Let's serve first."

Song Hui is not an unreasonable person. It is normal that the chef is unable to spare time when there is such a long queue outside.

Tian Xiaofeng breathed a sigh of relief, almost thinking that he had met another unreasonable person like Li Dalong.

"Okay, please wait a moment."

After going downstairs, he hurried to the kitchen to find Lin Ziqiu, "Sister! A customer came and asked for your signature dish. He wanted you to serve it! But I declined."

Lin Ziqiu had just finished serving a pot of seafood porridge and wiped his hands. "Signature dish? Didn't you say what you wanted to order?"

"No." Tian Xiaofeng shook his head. "They just said they can't eat spicy food, everything else is fine."

Lin Ziqiu had been at the state-owned restaurant for a long time, but this was the first time he had seen such a customer. "Okay, go ahead and do your work. I'll call you when I'm done."

"it is good."

Lin Ziqiu took a look at the remaining ingredients and already had an idea in his mind.

About twenty minutes later, Tian Xiaofeng came upstairs carrying a bowl of beef ramen.

When Song Hui looked at the food in the bowl, a hint of confusion appeared on his handsome face. "Is this Chef Lin's signature dish?"

Tian Xiaofeng felt it was particularly fragrant just by smelling it. He couldn't help swallowing his saliva and waved his hand towards Song Hui, waving the steaming aroma. "It's very fragrant. You'll know when you try it."

Song Hui picked up the chopsticks hesitantly, and after taking a bite, a look of surprise flashed across his eyes.

The soup base of the beef ramen was boiled by Lin Ziqiu with beef bones early in the morning. It is very delicious, with a slight peppery taste in the salty fragrance. The noodles are chewy and the beef slices on top are of moderate thickness and the meat is tender. A layer of chopped green onions, coriander and other ingredients sprinkled on top add a richer layer to the whole bowl of noodles.

A seemingly ordinary bowl of ramen can actually be made so delicious.

It’s such a blessing to be able to eat a bowl of noodles like this in winter.

Tian Xiaofeng stared at him intently, "How does it taste?"

Song Hui wiped his mouth with a handkerchief and praised him generously, "Very good. Can I meet Chef Lin?"

"This..." Tian Xiaofeng looked embarrassed.

Song Hui explained, "I have no ill intentions. I heard from my elders at home that Chef Lin's cooking skills are very good. I would like to meet him. Could you introduce him to me?"

He spoke very politely, and judging by his attire, he didn't look like a scoundrel or a hooligan. Tian Xiaofeng hesitated for a moment before saying, "Then I'll go ask for you."

"Thank you."

Lin Ziqiu was almost done with his work in the kitchen. Hearing that a guest wanted to meet him, he felt a little strange. "Then you keep an eye on this place for me. I'll go take a look."

Private room on the second floor.

Song Hui is from the south and can't be said to be fond of noodles, but he ate most of this bowl of noodles and still felt a little hungry.

Lin Ziqiu knocked on the door.

"Please come in."

Song Hui stood up and the door of the room opened. The moment he saw Lin Ziqiu's face, he was stunned.

There was a hint of disbelief in his amber eyes. He walked forward agitatedly and stretched out his hand to confirm whether the person in front of him was real.

But Lin Ziqiu reacted quickly and took a few steps back to keep a distance from him.

Song Hui opened his mouth slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but his mind was choking him. He coughed twice, trying to regain his composure. After a moment, he spoke, "Are you Chef Lin? Lin Ziqiu?"

Lin Ziqiu saw his reaction just now. She frowned, her eyes full of confusion, "Do you know me?"

In her memory of both of her lives, there had never been such a person.

Completely unfamiliar.

Song Hui smiled gently, his eyes focused and friendly. "I've only heard of you, and my aunt recommended me to try your cooking."

"Who is your aunt?"

"Shen Xiu."

Lin Ziqiu suddenly realized, "It's Aunt Shen, is there something else you want to talk to me about?" She glanced at the bowl of noodles on the table, "Is there something wrong with this?"

"No no no."

Song Hui's eyes were always on her face, not a test, but a kind of familiar attachment.

Before coming, he made some inquiries and found out that the girl in front of him had been the chef for the dinner of a large-scale performance of the art troupe, and was also the granddaughter of Mr. Li.

He does have some skills.