The son-in-law who has returned for thousands of years

An Ke helped An Gangfeng into the food stall, looked at the shiny tables and chairs in the room, and said with some distress: "Grandpa, the environment here is too bad, why don't we change to another store."

An Gangfeng waved his hands. Although his face was sallow and his figure was stooped, he still squeezed out a smile and said, "Good granddaughter, let grandpa eat here."

There was a trace of sadness in An Kemei's eyes, and she helped An Gangfeng to sit down: "Okay, after this meal, I can't run around anymore, and I can rest at home to recuperate."

An Gangfeng smiled and nodded, but he knew better than anyone else that he had few days left to live.

Rather than waiting to die at home, it is better to eat more delicious food.

Although An Gangfeng looked like a little old man in poor health, the powerful men who followed him were all majestic, which scared Kong Yu into a daze.

Xu Ping signaled Kong Yu to rest in the back room, and he went up to greet him: "Guest, what do you want to eat?"

Before An Gangfeng could speak, An Ke said first: "Just a bowl of Yangchun noodles, my grandfather can't eat greasy ones."

Xu Ping nodded. It happened that there were no ingredients in the store, but it was enough to make a bowl of Yangchun noodles.

Taking out the last bit of flour in the store, Xu Ping began to knead the dough on the chopping board.

Xu Ping's way of kneading the dough is very special. He didn't press the whole city's strength on the dough like other chefs, but only used the strength of his wrist to knead the dough continuously.

Seeing Xu Ping's method of kneading noodles, An Gangfeng's eyes widened a little - as a senior diner, he could naturally see that Xu Ping's basic skills are very sophisticated.

After the dough was kneaded, Xu Ping rolled it into dough, stacked it into three layers, and started cutting the dough with a knife.

"When, when, when."

Xu Ping's cutting speed was very fast, and the kitchen knife and the chopping board made a constant sound of collision. It was difficult to see the difference in the width of each noodle with the naked eye, and they were almost the same width.

Seeing this, An Gangfeng's interest became a little stronger, and his hunched waist straightened up.

After the noodles were put into the pot, Xu Ping's hands were flying, picking up and putting down all kinds of condiments, so fast that even the sharp-eyed bodyguards couldn't see clearly.

When the noodles came out of the pot, Xu Ping put them into a large bowl and brought them to An Gangfeng.

"Please enjoy."

Xu Ping didn't say much. After delivering the noodles, he returned to the desk and looked at the guests calmly.

The noodle soup was as clear as water, not even a little bit of oil could be seen, but the strong and lingering fragrance still made everyone present sniff their noses.

Tremblingly, An Gangfeng picked up a pair of chopsticks, picked up a noodle, and put it into his mouth.

"This……"

An Gangfeng swallowed this mouthful of noodles, and his heart was filled with waves.

He tasted the years in this bowl of noodles!

Back then, the golden and iron horse was full of vigor, but now the sick body and dying years seem to emerge from the tip of the tongue.

A tear flowed from his eye socket and slid down the tip of his nose.

"Grandpa, why are you crying? Isn't this noodle delicious?"

An Ke hurriedly took out a tissue from his bag and wiped An Gangfeng's tears away.

"No." An Gangfeng smiled, touched An Ke's head and said, "Grandpa is crying because this noodle is so delicious."

As he spoke, An Gangfeng picked up the chopsticks again and put the noodles into his mouth one by one.

Although he didn't eat fast, he ate very seriously, as if he had to savor each noodle for a long time before swallowing it down.

Xu Ping looked at An Gangfeng meaningfully, and sighed inwardly.

This bowl of noodles is eaten by ordinary people, and it can only taste delicious. Only those who have experienced many hardships can taste the thousands of flavors in it.