Traveling through various miniature worlds with a small restaurant

After mixing it well, the man picked up a chopstick and put it in his mouth. After chewing it a couple of times, his eyes widened.

This Zhajiangmian (noodles with soybean paste) is so delicious!

As a native of Beijing, he has eaten hundreds, if not thousands, of bowls of Zhajiangmian (noodles with soybean paste), but this is the first time he has ever eaten such delicious Zhajiangmian!

He was right; this boss must be a master, or at least have a master guiding him.

It's not simple, absolutely not simple. Neither this side nor the boss is simple.

He was considered a gourmet in Beijing, having eaten at almost every restaurant and eatery in the city, but he had never tried this Zhajiangmian (noodles with soybean paste) before.

The man lowered his head and buried himself in his food.

Lin Xiaoqian hadn't finished her noodles yet. After making noodles for the man, she came back to continue eating her fried sauce noodles.

I got a little thirsty while eating.

I went back to the cashier, picked up the large bottle of orange juice I had opened yesterday, poured it into a cup, and took a sip.

Seeing that the man was eating without even looking up, Lin Xiaoqian thought for a moment, took out a disposable cup, then put it back, took a ceramic cup, poured some orange juice, and handed it over.

Here's a glass of juice for you, please enjoy.

The man looked and saw fruit pieces floating on the orange liquid.

I tried a sip and was blown away! The orange aroma was so rich, so sweet, and it even had the texture of fruit pieces. What an amazing drink! It's so delicious.

After finishing her meal, Lin Xiaoqian put her bowl in the kitchen and returned to the cashier's counter, where she secretly started looking at her phone.

She felt that there was no internet after she time-traveled, so she downloaded a lot of novels, TV series and movies.

I also bought about ten power banks to make sure her leisure time in the other world wasn't boring.

After the man finished eating, he stood up and walked towards Lin Xiaoqian. Lin Xiaoqian quickly put her phone into her apron pocket.

"Hello, young master, have you finished eating?" Lin Xiaoqian asked, mimicking the tone from a TV drama.

The man carefully observed the owner, who appeared to be no more than twenty years old. He had a fair complexion, large eyes, rosy lips, and his hair was tied back with a wooden hairpin. He wore a white hat, a white top, and a black skirt, looking neat and elegant. He also wore a pink apron with the words "Chef, Small Money" written on it.

She must be a young lady from some reclusive family. He had never seen the fabric of the clothes the boss was wearing before, and the silver light shimmering at the hem of the skirt seemed to be woven from silver thread.

That's a big investment!

This must be a reclusive master!

However, I can't be foolish enough to expose the reclusive life of a master.

It's better to gradually build a good relationship with a wise person.

Lin Xiaoqian was unaware that her origins had been imagined in such a way by the ancients, and even less aware that the horse-face skirt she bought for less than three hundred yuan had been praised so highly by the ancients. Otherwise, she would definitely have complained. Perhaps the reason she had never seen it before was because the garment was actually made with modern technology and skill.

The man bowed to Lin Xiaoqian and said, "Boss, your cooking is excellent! How much does this bowl of noodles with soybean paste cost?"

Lin Xiaoqian was stunned. Oh no, she forgot to set a price. How would she know how much a bowl of noodles with soybean paste cost in ancient times? She was a modern person who didn't even know how many coins were equal to how many copper coins.

So she blinked and said, "You decide what to give."

The man was greatly surprised. As expected of a master, even his pricing was so casual.

He had read in storybooks that some reclusive masters cook based solely on fate, never on money. It seemed that he was destined to meet a master today.

The master doesn't care about money, but I can't underestimate the connection between myself and the master. Besides, I'm not short of gold and silver anyway. After thinking for a moment, I took out a gold ingot and placed it on the cashier's counter.

"My name is Gao Guanyu. Thank you, Gao. Thank you for the noodles with soybean paste, boss. It's just a small token of my appreciation."

"I am... Lin Xiaoqian. No, you're welcome."

Is her Zhajiangmian (noodles with soybean paste) really that delicious? She was offering gold, thanking people, and even introducing herself; she was quite polite.

"It doesn't cost that much money. Just introduce me to more customers." Lin Xiaoqian pushed the gold away.

Her pork belly was frozen in the freezer, but vegetables don't keep well, and since the shop wasn't powered on, the frozen meat would thaw and taste worse the longer it sat there.

She didn't really want to go out to buy groceries; she'd rather finish her task quickly while the vegetables were still fresh.

Gao Guanyu immediately understood: the expert wanted to experience what it was like to have a large number of guests.

He was determined to fulfill the instructions given to him by the master.

Gao Guanyu bowed to Lin Xiaoqian and said, "I understand!" Then he turned and left.

Lin Xiaoqian held up the gold: "Hey, yours!" A bell rang, and the glass door closed. "The gold..."

It seems Gao Guanyu isn't going to take the gold back.

Lin Xiaoqian examined the small gold ingot in her hand carefully. It was specially made, and the words "two taels" were written on the bottom.

In mainland China, one liang is 50 grams, but in ancient times, one jin was often sixteen liang. One liang is 31.35 grams, and two liang is 62.5 grams. At 600 yuan per gram, this gold ingot is worth 37,500 RMB.

Good heavens, she sold a bowl of noodles with soybean paste for 37,500 yuan!

Who would believe it if I told them?

However, Lin Xiaoqian didn't know that even more outrageous things were yet to come.

Gao Guanyu is considered a member of the royal family. His mother is the current emperor's aunt, and his father is the Vice Minister of the Ministry of Revenue.

He had an older brother who served in the same court as his father. As the second son in the family, he never felt any pressure, didn't like studying, and preferred to eat.

He may not be well-versed in the Four Books and Five Classics, but he knows better than anyone which shop has the best pastries and whose pork knuckle is the most tender.

Now that he has tasted the best Zhajiangmian (noodles with soybean paste) in the world, and has been given a mission by a master, he must make this Zhajiangmian famous in the capital.

There are quite a few gourmets in the capital, the most famous being his seventh maternal uncle, Prince Cheng. His discerning palate was entirely cultivated by Prince Cheng.

After leaving Xiaoqian Restaurant, Gao Guanyu headed straight for Prince Cheng's Mansion.

The gatekeeper saw it was him and let him in without even announcing it.

The doorman guessed to himself that it seemed Young Master Gao had found something delicious to eat again today.

When Gao Guanyu found Prince Cheng, the old prince, with his gray hair loose and wearing loose clothes, was feeding birds.

"Seventh Uncle!"

Prince Cheng turned around and said, "Oh, Xiao Yu, what new gadgets have you found today?"

Gao Guanyu leaned over, whistled at the parrot, and said, "I found a noodle shop with soybean paste."

Prince Cheng glanced at him: "Little Yu, there are countless places selling Zha Jiang Mian (noodles with soybean paste) in the whole capital. What kind of fancy dishes can you make from a bowl of Zha Jiang Mian?"

Gao Guanyu hurriedly said, "This place is different. Their Zhajiangmian (noodles with soybean paste) is made by a master. It's the best Zhajiangmian I've ever eaten."

Then he told the old prince in detail what he had seen and heard in the shop.

"So I guessed that she must be a young lady from a reclusive family, or even a family of culinary masters. You have no idea how delicious that juice is; even the finest nectar in the heavens is no better. I immediately thought of you, and I had to take you to try it no matter what."

The old prince's eyes darted around: "Is it really that delicious?"

“Absolutely true!” Gao Guanyu assured him.

"Alright! I'll go with you to see the fried noodles made by that so-called master."

Gao Guan said happily, "Yes, I'll help you change your clothes."

After the father and son finished packing, they got into the Prince's carriage and left.

When the nearby residents saw this, they all guessed that Prince Cheng was probably out looking for some good food again.