Chapter 9

Yang Chan is a Celestial Immortal in cultivation, and even she couldn't tell his level, which means this shopkeeper's cultivation is only higher than hers!

Although reason told her to leave quickly, driven by curiosity, she still did so.

Besides, her elder brother is the Third Generation Senior Brother of the Chan Sect, upright and virtuous, bearing the title of Holy Person, so Yang Chan isn't afraid anyone would dare to trouble her.

Moreover, magical power, once used, will recover; she doesn't fight with magic, and her magic is always idle.

Today she wants to get to the bottom of this; if not, she'll summon the Six Brothers of Mei Mountain to come over and smash this place!

Thinking this, Yang Chan began to infuse magical power into the crystal ball.

"Ding, one-tenth of magical power successfully credited, convert corresponding merit?"

"Convert." Chen Nuo silently recited in his heart: "Looks like this girl isn't ordinary either!"

Not thinking too much, love whoever loves, anyway, once he reaches Chaos Residence, he becomes invincible.

Then he nodded and said: "Miss, find a seat, the beef noodles will be ready shortly."

After saying that, he turned and entered the kitchen, leaving only one person and one monkey staring at each other.

Yang Chan looked around, found a spot by the window, and sat down.

"Hey, little monkey, why did you open this shop deep in the big mountain?" Yang Chan couldn't hold back, voicing her doubt.

"My master has vast divine powers; how could I know his thoughts?" Sun Wukong said with a proud expression.

Yang Chan rolled her eyes, "You don't know, huh? And you even flattered him?"

No wonder they say monkey spirits, monkey spirits!

After answering, Sun Wukong bared his teeth and grinned: "I have a name, I'm Sun Wukong!"

"Your name sounds quite nice." Yang Chan nodded, speaking frankly.

Sun Wukong felt even happier, clapping and boasting: "Of course, this name was given by my master!"

"No wonder." The girl nodded.

This monkey speaks like "me, me," not like someone who could come up with such a name, but the shopkeeper's appearance is handsome and refined, his cultivation unfathomable, and what he produces is rather unusual.

Not like someone with a brain problem, so why exactly did he open the shop here?

Meanwhile, Chen Nuo came to the kitchen, began preparing the ingredients needed for beef noodles.

Beef noodles, also a very common staple food in his previous life, perhaps not the first choice for daily home meals, but it's the top choice for office workers.

Delicious, quick, affordable, color, aroma, and taste all complete.

The usual beef choices are beef tendon, beef shoulder, or beef rib strips.

Chen Nuo chose the beef tendon from the lottery, but beef tendon noodles alone are clearly soulless; adding beef tendon can perfect the garnish.

The knife danced in his hand, all beef ingredients prepared, beef bones and tendons already started simmering on high heat.

The goal is to make the tendons softer and the broth more flavorful.

When the tendons are almost ready to start alongside the beef tendon, add the beef tendon; the ultimate broth contains no soy sauce, no MSG.

Tomato, round onion, scallion, ginger, spices—these are the natural seasonings.

While the broth simmers, Chen Nuo handles the noodle issue.

Speaking of appearance, hand-made noodles are unbeatable; speaking of chewiness, hand-made noodles are top-notch; and Chen Nuo, possessing perfect skill, balances both.

Wrist flipping, repeatedly slapping, soon the noodles took shape.

Chen Nuo even made extra, preparing for later, can't always make fresh each time?

He walked out of the back kitchen, Chen Nuo placed the result before Chen Nuo.

"Miss, the beef noodles are ready."

Yang Chan's gaze was instantly drawn to this bowl of noodles, steaming hot, as if immortal qi swirled around.

The brown beef tendon and the already simmered, yellowish beef tendon shone against each other,

and at this moment, it gave her a feeling even more splendid than her memory of the Lingxiao Treasure Hall.

The aroma hit the nose, though not strong, it penetrated the heart, making her want to eat!

Yang Chan swallowed her saliva, unable to wait, she began eating.

She scooped a spoonful of soup, gently blew, took a mouthful, slightly hot, yet just right.

Yang Chan's eyes instantly brightened, the light soup carried complex smoky fragrance—bitter, sweet, salty, sour.

The rich warm current struck straight to the center of her heart.

She picked up her chopsticks, Yang Chan picked up a piece of beef tendon.

Fragrant, tender, mellow, the firm beef tendon soaked in broth, flavorful, hmm, delicious!

Another bite of beef tendon, fresh, tender, smooth, the sticky toothfeel didn't stick to teeth at all, mixed with sweet broth, flawless.

Noodles entered the mouth, slightly reserved, can chew a few more times, yet felt the chewiness strong, soaked in beef broth, simply perfect.

Good heavens, how could there be such delicious noodles!

Yang Chan's heart was shaken; with her status, she could eat anything, but all she had eaten before, in front of this bowl of noodles, felt humble to the bone.

So delicious, Yang Chan ate one bite after another, never stopping.

Watching from the side, Sun Wukong was anxious, stretching his neck, staring eagerly, drool almost dripping.

This bowl of noodles, color, aroma, and taste complete yet not greasy, the complex spicy fragrance deep and delicate, every bite heals the spirit.

But when the warm current flowed down the throat, a faint sadness arose, Yang Chan couldn't help but think of her mother.

Once, her mother often cooked noodles for them; though that noodle wasn't as delicious as this bowl, it was her most beautiful and happiest memory. -

Unfortunately, she can never return.

"Burp!" Yang Chan lifted her neck, drank the last drop of soup, a crystal tear slid across her cheek.

After a long while, calming her emotions, she opened her eyes, excitedly asked Chen Nuo: "Shopkeeper, how did you make this noodle, can you teach me?"

One-tenth of magical power was well worth it; being able to eat such a bowl of noodles, truly a great fortune in immortal life.

"Sorry, all dishes in this shop are secret and cannot be passed on!" Chen Nuo said with a smile, though he felt a little disappointed inside.

Without gaining any insight, it seems not everyone can have great fortune like that monkey.

"Exactly, exactly, my master only has this one disciple, and I still can't do it— you, you have no way!" Sun Wukong jumped out at this moment, speaking with a playful, smiling face.

"Hmph! What do you have to be proud about, you monkey? It's not like you can do it!" Yang Chan said angrily, her cheeks puffed out.

The monkey didn't retort angrily, but instead spoke seriously: "Although I can't do anything now, I will surely learn all of my master's skills one day and become a renowned chef of the generation!"

Yang Chan was startled for a moment, not knowing why, she suddenly felt that what the monkey said seemed true.

"Shopkeeper, can I have another portion? I'll pay!" Yang Chan blinked her eyes, showing a touch of playful charm.

Since I can't learn, I'll just eat more, and I'll come every day!

But Chen Nuo is a person of strong principles.

"Sorry, each person can only eat one portion of the same dish per day!"

He deeply understands that rarity makes things valuable; if one could eat freely every day, even the most delicious food would become boring.

Only by comparing with things from the outside world can one truly linger and forget to leave the dishes here.