Mu Xin and his wife, wearing ordinary aprons and masks, turned around an ordinary street corner.

"What?"

Mu Xin rubbed his eyes and looked up at the street sign at the corner of Xuefu Street to make sure he wasn't lost.

No... When he came to Jingzhou half a year ago to prepare for opening a shop, he had checked this place out. At the time, he considered opening a shop casually in Jingzhou and was optimistic about the development zone, but ultimately didn't want to be a pioneer.

How long has it been, and this place has become so lively?

Mu Xin quickened his pace, "Why are there so many people so late? At this time, there wouldn't be anyone on Binhe Road!"

Binhe Road, where Mu Xin's restaurant is located.

All the high-end restaurants in the city are basically on that street. If Jingzhou people meet friends for a meal or entertain guests, or discuss business, they would typically head to Binhe Road by default.

"Well, it is a University City, after all." Zhong Xia was not surprised.

Her main concern was not the street vending. She really couldn't understand. Even if they were worried about their daughter working so late, they could just go along with her for a while.

But getting a cart? Was it necessary?

Of course, as a woman, Zhong Xia could not understand Lao Mu's mentality of "wrestling with any bloke close to his daughter."

That's the terrifying aspect of a dad with daughter complex!

The two quickly sped up.

The ingredients they prepared today were simple, yet not basic.

First, there were bamboo noodles bought from a supplier in Guangzhou that Mu Xin had been cooperating with for years, along with wontons handmade by the chef at Mu Xin's restaurant.

But that's not the main point.

The key was the noodle soup Mu Xin had personally prepared that afternoon in the back kitchen.

The soup base was made with pork leg bones, dried shrimp, toasted flatfish, and Hainan peppercorns, along with Jinhua Ham and monk fruit, simmered over a medium-low flame for no less than three hours.

No kidding, cooked bamboo noodles paired with small wontons in such a bowl of soup, topped with a sprinkle of green onion, and Mu Xin had three bowls right on the spot!

The tasting chef immediately gave a review: "Boss, this is so delicious it's making my eyebrows melt off!"

Confident, Mu Xin pushed the cart to where the crowd gathered and immediately spotted Mu Mu.

His daughter was sitting at a small table in front of a yellow food truck, with a computer and a coffee cup on the table.

You could tell she was indeed working.

"If I'm not mistaken, that yellow truck is her colleague," Mu Xin guessed.

Zhong Xia turned to look, "Oh! Business is pretty good. Among this row of vendors, their food truck seems to have the best business."

That's not an exaggeration.

In front of other stalls, there were only a few scattered customers, whereas in front of the yellow food truck, there was a long line!

"Boss Xiao Chen, one bowl of noodles and two braised meat buns!"

"Want a braised egg?" Chen Mo suggested helpfully, "The buns are tasty."

Dunzi didn't hesitate, "I'll take three!"

The braised eggs, soaked in the rich sauce, looked delicious as they were placed in the noodle bowl.

Dunzi couldn't find a seat, so he just placed his buns on the food truck's counter window and stood by the truck.

"Slurp~~"

The uniformly thick and wide noodles were slurped in large gulps; they were chewy yet easy to bite through. Dunzi only chewed a few times before swallowing.

"Ah~~~"

He took a sip of the hot noodle soup. Its simple seasoning filled his mouth with a wheat aroma. Other flavors were present, but the wheat aroma was the most prominent.

Jingzhou people have always believed in eating the original soup with the original ingredients. Eating noodles requires drinking the cooking liquid; adding water or other soup is considered disrespectful to the noodles.

Dunzi's habit was one bite of noodles, one sip of soup. He enjoyed keeping the noodles and soup in his bowl balanced.

But Zhang Feng was different.

"This is great! Such a large bowl of noodles for 12 yuan, I feel like we should just stop cooking at home and eat noodles every day instead!"

Zhang Feng slurped down the noodles in just a few bites, leaving a bowl full of broth and a few pieces of noodle. He then bit open a braised egg, letting the gooey yolk flow into the broth, gradually merging with it.

Then,

"Glug glug glug..."

he drank the whole bowl of noodles and soup like he was downing a large bowl of wine; the wheat and egg aroma mixed together, thrilling every cell on his tongue!

After finishing the soup, he swallowed the remaining pieces of noodles and egg white in the bowl, with green onion and cilantro wrapped inside.

"Ah..."

Satisfying, so very satisfying! Diners were sweating all over, relishing the hearty meal!

Dunzi finished his bowl of noodles and felt he could eat another one.

With three large buns in hand, he returned to the end of the line.

Yes... Chen Mo's food truck had a purchase limit, something customers had tacitly agreed upon.

"Hey? There's also someone selling noodles over there!" Dunzi's keen eyes spotted an inconspicuous little stall at the end of the row.

"Wonton noodles? What are wonton noodles?" Zhang Feng asked casually.

He really hadn't heard of it.

But their conversation piqued Mu Mu's interest.

Wonton noodles?

Someone was actually selling wonton noodles?

Mu Mu suddenly felt alive; she had endured listening to others slurp down hand-pulled noodles, which she wasn't keen on eating, and it was quite torturous.

Immediately, Mu Mu wanted to go over and get herself a bowl of wonton noodles. She felt her appetite was good enough to eat at least two taels of noodles!

Dunzi searched on his phone for a moment, "Gosh! I thought it was something special, but it's just some boiled dried noodles with a few small wontons; such a fuss over nothing."

Zhang Feng felt relieved.

What's so tasty about dried noodles? They're not even comparable to freshly made hand-pulled noodles.

But Mu Mu dashed over, and Dunzi had an idea, "Old Zhang, let's order a serving of wonton noodles!"

"Oh? Why?"

"You'll find out soon enough," Dunzi called out to Mu Mu, "Sis, could you help hold the line for me? I'll go over there to get you some noodles."

Mu Mu stopped in her tracks, "Why don't you go order yourself? There's no line over there?"

Dunzi laughed, "If I leave here, I'll have to get back in line when I return."

"Oh, okay, then get me a two-tael serving of wonton noodles!"

Seeing that Mu Mu didn't come over, both Lao Mu and Zhong Xia sighed in relief, though Lao Mu felt a little proud, "What did I say? My daughter still wants to eat the noodles I make! Once we establish a reputation, we'll definitely sell better than that guy!"

Zhong Xia didn't respond, "Hello!"

Dunzi looked on with curiosity for a while. As a northerner, he really couldn't understand why wontons and noodles could be eaten together.

"One serving of two-tael wonton noodles." This was for Mu Mu.

"And an order of wontons."

"Wontons..." Mu Xin corrected Dunzi's terminology.

"Yeah, aren't wontons the same as noodles? One serving of wontons."

Mu Xin continued to correct Dunzi, "It's wonton noodles!"

Dunzi thought this boss was really odd, "Yeah, wonton noodles, I want the wontons, but not the noodles."

Damn it!

Lao Mu was about to lose it, why would you order wonton noodles and not want the noodles?

Would you go to a Lanzhou Beef Noodles shop and just ask for the beef but not the noodles?

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