Chapter 937 - Cooking Instant Noodles (1/2)

The noodles twisted and turned, and had the standard yellowish color of wheaten food. Above the soup, some vegetables floated. The soup was also yellowish in color, like something that had been deep-fried. Steam billowed up the noodles, while an aroma unique to instant noodles wafted around.

The noodles looked better than the picture one normally saw on the instant noodle packagings.

“Looks really good,” Mr. Wei said.

“Of course. I’m the chef,” Yuan Zhou said, as if this was common knowledge.

“I won’t be holding back,” Mr. Wei said and picked up the chopsticks.

The smell of instant noodles would always be better than the actual taste. Thus, people would usually spend more time smelling the noodles before eating it. But Mr. Wei did not care about that and directly stuffed some noodles into his mouth.

Slurp. Mr. Wei swallowed the noodles.

The noodles were tender and had an intense flavor of pork bones and deep-fried oil. They were cooked perfectly, feeling very springy. While being chewed, they also gave off a fresh flavor of vegetables.

Slurp. Slurp. Eating while drinking the soup. This was how one should be eating instant noodles.

After drinking a mouthful of soup, the flavor of the noodles, the oil, the bone soup, and the vegetables all mingled around in his mouth.

This brought back the feeling of eating instant noodles on trains when one was going back home for Chinese New Year. The entire coach would be filled with the aroma of instant noodles.

As his stomach was rumbling with hunger, the thick pork bone soup and noodles gave him a warm and filling feeling.

“Delicious.”

Mr. Wei ate quickly and finished the noodles in a short while. He directly wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his suit.

“It’s getting late. I’m closing the restaurant,” Yuan Zhou nodded and said from his seat.

“Right, it is getting late. It’s 12:30 am already,” Mr. Wei nodded after checking his watch.

“See you tomorrow,” Yuan Zhou told him to leave indirectly.

“Alright, I’m leaving,” Mr. Wei was tactful and stood up to leave.

Yuan Zhou did not say anything in response. He merely nodded.

Ta. Ta. Ta. Footsteps sounded at the door again. It was Mr. Wei.

“Thank you, Boss Yuan for the noodles. It’s very delicious,” Mr. Wei said before leaving.

“Of course. Even the wheat used was carefully chosen by me,” Yuan Zhou said after Mr. Wei left.

After finishing his instant noodles, Yuan Zhou stood up and started cleaning up.

Whoosh. Whoosh. While washing the dishes, Yuan Zhou suddenly spoke, “Wait, I made a loss. I think I forgot to charge him?”

Yuan Zhou was vexed that he had forgotten to charge Mr. Wei, while Mr. Wei had already droved away in his car.

Mr. Wei’s house wasn’t too far from Yuan Zhou’s restaurant. He reached after 10 minutes of driving.

Ding. The elevator arrived at his floor. Mr. Wei walked to his house and fished out his key.

Creak. The door opened. Inside, the lights were still on. Wei Wei was watching TV on the sofa.

“Working overtime again? Mom will be unhappy if she found out,” Wei Wei said the moment Mr. Wei entered.

“I’m going to bed,” before Mr. Wei could reply, Wei Wei stood up and entered her room.

“Good night, Wei Wei,” Mr. Wei said gently.