usatvline Chapter 16 The Ancient World 8
Chapter 16 The Ancient World 8
Thinking of Boss Lin's task, Prince Cheng asked, "Boss Lin, how many of your 200 bowls of Zhajiangmian have you sold yet?"
Lin Xiaoqian roughly calculated that, not counting the people in front of her, there were nearly 90 bowls.
She laughed and said, "That's almost ninety bowls. If I make more fried sauce tomorrow, we should be done with the task."
Prince Cheng's heart tightened, and he subconsciously asked, "What does Boss Lin plan to sell after completing the mission?" He had a bad feeling.
Sure enough, Mr. Lin opened his big, watery eyes and said, "I'm not selling anything else. After I sell 200 bowls, I should go home."
"What?" This wasn't said by Prince Cheng, but by the nobles who were eating noodles but listening intently to the two men's conversation.
What do you mean? You just tasted such delicious Zhajiangmian (noodles with soybean paste), and you're already going to stop selling it?
This is not possible.
Everyone tried to persuade Lin Xiaoqian.
"Boss, your skills are unparalleled in the capital. You'll never lack business. How can you go home?"
"Yes, Mr. Lin, just keep selling Zha Jiang Mian (noodles with soybean paste). I'll come to eat here every day."
"Yes, Mr. Lin, don't go home. If you don't want to sell Zhajiangmian (noodles with soybean paste), you can sell something else."
"Mr. Lin, why don't you come work as a cook at my house? You can tell me what kind of treatment you want."
. . .
Lin Xiaoqian explained helplessly, "I've been away from home for too long and I really miss my elders."
Prince Cheng was filled with regret. He should have guessed it sooner. The young lady from the reclusive family opened the shop to fulfill the family's mission, not to become a cook.
If he had known this would happen, he should have stayed in the shop and kept eating.
Eat until you can't eat anymore!
Calming his agitated mind, he strode up to Lin Xiaoqian: "Boss Lin, please save me a portion of tomorrow's noodles with soybean paste. No, I'll take them all." He could simply refrigerate them and eat them every day.
The others were displeased. The old Prince Anping stepped forward and tugged at Prince Cheng's sleeve: "Li Yuanming, although your rank is higher than mine, you should call me your paternal uncle according to seniority. You must respect your elders. You should give me half of this fried sauce noodles!"
The youngest son of the General of the State shouted, "You two want so much! Can you finish it all? No way! Everyone here has to have some, right?"
Seeing that there would be no food left if everyone didn't grab some, they all chimed in, "Yes, yes!"
"Your Highness, Your Highness, everyone is sitting here. We can't just not give them any food."
Even with their distinguished status, the most delicious food would take a backseat, especially since this was a rare delicacy that was about to become extinct.
With so many people around, everyone was talking at once, which made the two princes a little embarrassed.
“Ahem,” Prince Cheng coughed lightly, realizing he had acted somewhat improperly, “Well, I was just joking.”
Then he said to Lin Xiaoqian, "How about this, Boss Lin, each person is limited to five bowls, how about that?" Then he had his servants come and buy the bowls.
Lin Xiaoqian didn't care who she sold to, as long as she could sell 200 bowls, so she nodded in agreement.
Seeing that they also had a chance to buy it, the others agreed.
Prince Cheng took a wooden box from a servant, opened it, and inside was a smooth, lustrous jade thumb ring worn by a woman.
He placed the box on the cashier's counter, his expression brooking no refusal: "This is my deposit."
Lin Xiaoqian was already used to these nobles who would readily offer valuable items. If she didn't accept their gifts, they would think she was looking down on them, so she nodded and said, "Okay."
Prince Cheng breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that she had accepted it.
This is the last chance. After Boss Lin finishes his task tomorrow, I'll ask if he can come along to visit her at home. Even if he can't go, I'll ask to meet her elders.
He thought, if Boss Lin's cooking skills are so good, then her elders must be culinary gods.
He's a gluttonous gourmand, and knowing there might be even better food in the world, how could he sit still? He'd definitely follow the clues to find out and try it.
Prince Cheng had his own plans, but others saw things differently.
One jade thumb ring can be exchanged for five bowls of fried noodles with soybean paste?
That's so expensive! No business like that!
However, they weren't stupid; they didn't rush to make a scene and offend Prince Cheng.
It was only then that they took a closer look at the shop owner.
The more I looked, the more alarmed I became. The boss's attire was quite extraordinary, and the material of his clothes was something I had never heard of before.
Moreover, she possessed an extraordinary demeanor. Even knowing the identities of their group, she remained completely unconcerned, displaying a poised and generous nature without a trace of pettiness.
Could it be that this boss has an unusual background?
Thinking about the story of the God of Cookery that I heard at the teahouse today, and looking at Prince Cheng's attitude towards the owner, everyone knows that the teahouse is owned by Prince Cheng.
Everyone felt they had figured out the truth.
The owner of this restaurant might be a descendant of a culinary master!
The thought of this possibility excited everyone.
This is the descendant of a culinary master; we must be on good terms with him.
If Prince Kecheng could exchange a jade thumb ring for five bowls of noodles with soybean paste, what should they offer in return?
He can't be too much lower than Prince Cheng, otherwise how can he survive in the capital?
Moreover, this involves the descendants of the God of Cookery.
Regardless of what others thought, Prince Cheng looked at the beverage counter.
The drinks here are unlimited, so you should buy more yourself.
"Boss Lin, yesterday I drank a milky beverage that didn't have a fishy smell. It had some grainy bits in it, which gave it a nice texture. What was that?"
Lin Xiaoqian thought for a moment: "It should be coconut milk."
He took a bottle from the beverage cabinet, opened the cap, poured it into a glass, and handed it to Prince Cheng.
Prince Cheng picked up the cup and tasted it: "That's right, it tastes just like this! What kind of milk is this, Mr. Lin?"
Lin Xiaoqian explained, "This is a hard-shelled fruit called coconut that grows in the far south. It is made by adding milk to its flesh. It has no fishy smell, only the aroma of coconut."
Prince Cheng nodded and then asked, "Does Mr. Lin still have any coconut milk?"
Lin Xiaoqian pointed to the beverage cooler: "All the coconut milk is in there."
Prince Cheng glanced at the bottles and saw that there weren't many left. He waved his hand and said, "I'll take them all."
He then instructed a servant to bring out a small jar and pour in a drink.
When the others heard that it was made from fruit they had never heard of before, they wanted to grab some, but then they realized they hadn't brought their own small jars, so they gave up.
I'm thinking of bringing a few small jars next time I come, and I'll definitely take some of the drinks from the refrigerated display case with me.
Prince Cheng, unaware of the danger, managed to save several bottles of coconut milk.
After pouring the coconut milk, Prince Cheng left. He had to hurry and tell his silly nephew to rush to Boss Lin's shop and grab some fried noodles.
The others finished their noodles and left.
Even though Lin Xiaoqian said it was free for them to sample, they still left a few ingots of gold.
This time, the system calculated the number of bowls for her to make twelve, which made exactly one hundred bowls.
It was already noon, and Lin Xiaoqian was getting hungry.
I realized that the snacks Gao Guanyu brought were still unopened. I hadn't had time to eat them all morning, so they must have gotten cold by now. I wondered if they were still any good.