"Old, boss, I want a bowl of clear water noodles."
Liu Yan poured warm water into the brushed empty mineral water bottle, tightened it, and put it on the table, "Just the noodles?"
The old man was flustered for a while, and after a while, he gritted his teeth and said, "Then add another egg!"
Liu Yan nodded.
There was a ready-made dough in the back kitchen. Liu Yan took a piece of it, kneaded it a few times, and then repeatedly stretched and twisted it and the dough turns into noodles...
After about ten minutes, the old man looked at the big bowl of noodles in front of him, and was frightened like a child, "I want clear water noodles."
There's not only a fried egg on top of this, but so much meat!
And this soup, so fragrant, must be broth!
How much does this cost?
Liu Yan raised her chin, "Please, eat."
Baobao waved again, "Come here."
They are here, the old man may not be willing to eat.
