Chapter 1197 Tragic foster mother (23)

   After eating the noodles, Qianyan came to the back kitchen to pay.

   "Boss Feng, you have a **** disaster recently."

  Boss Feng put the money in his pocket, paused after hearing this, and said, "Prosperity, democracy, civilization, harmony... Believe in science, not feudal or superstitious."

   Qianyan: "..."

"Boss Feng's noodles are really delicious," Qian Yan took out a triangle and handed it to Boss Feng, "Some things are better to have, and I hope I can eat more flavored noodles from Boss Feng next time. Get back the sixty-six flavors of Feng's noodles early."

   "This is a gadget. I think Boss Feng has been busy for so long. On the 27th of this month, he should rest, close the gate, and keep no one inside. When leaving, put this triangle under the gate."

   "Open again on the twenty-eighth."

   "It can be avoided."

   "You take refuge, that is, the customers in your store take refuge."

   Qianyan put the triangle in the palm of Boss Feng's hand and was about to leave.

  Boss Feng squeezed the talisman and put it in his pocket, still dubious about this matter.

   But since this woman came to the restaurant to eat noodles, she hadn't talked to him so much, and she said it in such a mysterious way, confusing him as a man who believed in science and not superstitious.

   He quickly shook his head, he believed in science and would not be surrounded by feudal superstition.

   Seeing that Qianyan was about to leave with the two old men, he hurried over to help carry the people outside.

  Qianyan pushed the two couples around the town for a while, then put them on the tricycle and drove them home.

  Zhang Zengmei: "Yanyan, what did you tell Boss Feng before?"

When    was talking, she and Gong Yuanren looked at each other. In fact, Boss Feng was not bad. They had all inquired. It's just that the young man is strong and has no worries and no drag, will he mind their family.

   "Ask him how many flavors he makes."

   Seeing Qianyan's expression as usual, they shut up. Yanyan didn't like Boss Feng very much, so don't talk about it.

   Their daughter has her own ideas. If she had ideas, she would definitely have expressed them.

   Gong Yuanren: "If Feng's Noodles can really come out with 66 flavors, it will be considered a lifetime without regrets."

   Qianyan surprised: "Dad knows this?"

"Of course I know that the older generation has a certain understanding of Feng's small noodles. Two hundred years ago, Feng's small noodles met with a disaster. Only one of the youngest came out with a recipe book, but most of the recipes were lost. This is a story handed down by the older generation. After all, here is the origin of Feng's small noodles. After the disaster, people here once dared not open a noodle restaurant for fear of causing trouble. In recent decades, various The small noodle shop appeared, and I didn't expect Feng's small noodles to appear."

   Qianyan didn't expect Feng's noodles to have such a long history, but he was looking forward to sixty-six flavors of Feng's noodles.

   Seeing that Gong Yuanren was looking forward to it, she decided to take good care of his body, try to live longer, and let him eat more flavors of Feng's noodles.

  Boss Feng should not disappoint.

   System 666 couldn't hold back: [Lord Host, don't you think Boss Feng's appearance is very familiar? After you have known each other for so long, you just call the boss Feng boss, why don't you ask him what his name is, maybe he is Feng Huai. 】

   "What kind of mess did you see again?"

   (end of this chapter)

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