If it was a normal cultivator, it would take about 20 minutes to fly 800 kilometers using the Sword Riding Technique. Although it was a little far, it was just a teleportation distance for Wang Ling.
He had Father Wang and Loopy Toad stick close to him, and two people and one dog arrived at the restaurant's entrance in a flash.
This was a restaurant that looked a little old-fashioned; its walls were made of wood and brick, and it gave off a dangerous feeling that it was on the verge of collapsing in the wind. The words "Midnight Dining Hall" were written on a horizontal board at the entrance. The corners of the board were already a little cracked, and the owner had carelessly stuck two pieces of all-purpose adhesive tape on it to mend the holes. This made the restaurant look even older than the old buildings left behind in the Xiao Family Compound.
When they arrived at the restaurant's entrance, Wang Ling suddenly remembered that he had passed by this place before on his way to school. But because it had been too fast, he hadn't been able to see it clearly. But today, Wang Ling finally realized something … it turned out that this wasn't a public toilet!
"Don't be fooled by how shabby this restaurant looks. The more shabby it is, the more delicious the food … wasn't that how that popular Chef God's Little Store came to be?" The father and son stood at the entrance of the restaurant, and Father Wang shrunk back in the cool breeze. Somehow, Wang Ling felt that he didn't sound very confident.
The restaurant didn't have a door, and there was a tattered, sun-faded rag hanging at the entrance. Above the restaurant was an old-fashioned iron shutter door, which had to be pulled down with a long-handled hook by the side of the door before it could be locked every day.
Two people and one dog pulled open the rag and entered. The restaurant was so small that it could only fit four wooden tables with plastic stools on the sides.
When Wang Ling entered, he saw the owner leaning against the kitchen door, smoking a cigarette.
The owner had a buzz cut and was in his early forties. His cheeks were unhealthily sunken and his eyes were very deep. There was also a ten-centimeter-long knife scar running from his forehead through his right eye to his neck.
It was clear that this was a man with a story.
"Heh, you're quite early today." Seeing that customers had arrived, the owner hurriedly stubbed out his cigarette, pointed to the handwritten menu hanging in the middle of the restaurant, and put his hands on his hips. "Apart from laotan pickled cabbage beef noodles, you can order whatever you want, as long as I know how to make it …"
Father Wang: "Do you have fish ball noodles?"
The boss shook his head. "We don't have any coarse flour."
Father Wang: "What about fish ball rice noodles?"
The boss shook his head again. "No fish balls."
Father Wang: "If you don't have anything … then why did you open a shop?!"
The boss raised his eyebrows and said rather righteously, "It's not that there's nothing, but that you don't know how to order. Back then, Master taught me cooking, and I was his proudest disciple. "
Father Wang: "…"
Wang Ling: "…" If your shifu saw that his proudest disciple was actually working in such a rotten shop, he would definitely choose to die, right?!
Father Wang really didn't know what to order, so he simply looked at the menu and said, "Then let's have two medium bowls of laotan pickled cabbage beef noodles first …"
The boss nodded without saying a word. She turned around and went to the kitchen to prepare. Right after that, Wang Ling saw the boss turn on the range hood, which rumbled non-stop like a tractor …
About ten minutes later, two bowls of beef noodles with pickled cabbage were ready. The boss placed a bowl in front of the Wang father and son. He had also thoughtfully prepared a plate with a shaved beef bone on it, which had been specially prepared for Loopy Toad.
Loopy Toad looked at the beef bone disinterestedly, and then contentedly licked the fly on it into its mouth …
The boss: "…"
What surprised Wang Ling was that these two bowls of noodles looked pretty good. The bowls were a little old, but they weren't dirty.
Father Wang slurped up a mouthful of noodles, then raised his head in surprise — it actually tasted pretty good!
The only flaw was that the pickled cabbage wasn't sour enough …
Father Wang frowned. "Boss, your pickled cabbage doesn't taste like it was pickled in laotan? It's not sour at all. "
The boss asked strangely, "Who told you it was pickled in laotan?"
Father Wang pointed to the sign. "Can you read? Laotan pickled cabbage! … Let me tell you, I'm also a cultured person! Please give me a reasonable explanation, otherwise you're deceiving the consumers! "
The boss pursed his lips. "I'm Tan Siming, people who know me well call me Old Tan. I made this beef noodles with pickled cabbage. So I named it laotan pickled cabbage beef noodles. Does this make sense? "
Wang Ling and Father Wang: "…" The Wang father and son were unexpectedly unable to refute this explanation!
It was now almost eight o 'clock in the evening, and the Wang father and son were halfway through their noodles when there was suddenly movement at the door.
Wang Ling saw that it was a young man with slanted bangs and a broken guitar on his back; he looked like a pretty down and out vagabond singer.
Because he couldn't afford to rent a house in the city, the young man could only rent a house in the suburbs with the little money he earned in the city every day.
Wang Ling had instantly read all of this from the young man's mind through Memory Reading.
It wasn't that Wang Ling had deliberately read the young man's mind, but that it was a fairly natural way of thinking. Some people always liked to write their emotions on their faces. It was very easy for Wang Ling to read the memories of this kind of person. If it was a man with a story, such as Old Antique or the boss standing in the kitchen right now, Wang Ling would never know what their pasts were unless he took the initiative to read them.
It was very obvious that this young man was already a regular customer of the restaurant. When Boss Tan saw the young man, he directly nodded slightly and asked in a slightly magnetic voice, "Same old rules?"
The young man nodded silently, carefully leaned his guitar against the corner of the wall, and found a place to sit down.
Although the young man didn't speak, it was as if the boss's eyes could see through his thoughts. "I know, you participated in the talent show today. It looks like it didn't go very well? "
The young man lowered his head …
In the kitchen, the boss prepared dinner for the young man as he comforted him. "Young man, you still have a chance. It's fine. Look, we also have a new customer today. Why don't you sing the song you participated in the talent show and let everyone listen to it? "
The young man suddenly stood up a little excitedly. "Really, can I?"
The Wang father and son put down their chopsticks at the same time and nodded seriously.
Listening to a down-and-out vagabond singer singing in a deserted village restaurant was probably something Wang Ling would never experience again in his life. It was a very strange feeling.
The young man bowed deeply to the boss and the Wang father and son, then cleared his throat and began to sing.
"You stirred up the wind and clouds … swept … me away …"
"You lifted the rags … abandoned me …"
Father Wang: "…"
The boss: "Little brother … your heavenly silkworm potato shredded rice is ready, you should eat first."
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