Art takes time, but the stomach can't wait.

"Alright, Boss Li, your noodles..." Liu Yang's voice came from the kitchen.

Li Sheng stood there, incredulous: "This... this is ready?"

How much time had passed, two minutes? Three minutes?

He was still pondering who to ask for help to carry the noodles when they were already cooked.

"I just sat down..." Li Sheng looked at the noodles in front of him, still a bit dazed.

He hadn't even had time to sit properly, let alone take out his phone, and the noodles were served.

He remembered thinking when he first entered the shop: should I ask Xiao Wang to help carry the noodles later, or should I do it myself?

But the noodles had outpaced him first.

Liu Yang and Xiao Li moved so quickly that he was dazzled, bowl after bowl of noodles coming out of the kitchen as neatly as if they were produced on an assembly line.

Yet each bowl also carried a unique touch of craftsmanship:

Snow-white noodles neatly arranged in the bowl,

Topped with golden egg shreds,

Carefully laid on the noodles,

As if draping them with a layer of golden gauze.

Verdant green scallions dotted here and there, adding a touch of vitality to the gold and white.

The most astonishing was the soup—

Clear to the bottom yet with a faint milky white, just looking at it could make one smell the rich aroma.

Steam rising hotly, forming a white mist in the air, as if waving to the diners.

He instinctively glanced at the big tent opposite, where the "master" was still gesturing at a carrot.

Looking at these bowls of noodles in front of him, he suddenly felt that those fancy carvings were really not as substantial as this simple bowl of noodles.

Suddenly, Li Sheng noticed that one bowl of noodles was even more distinctive, with an egg in it, shaped like a longevity peach!

Li Sheng stared at that bowl of noodles, and his eyes moistened instantly.

On the noodles lay a poached egg shaped like a longevity peach, golden and bright, lifelike.

The yolk was right in the center of the peach, and the surrounding egg white was cleverly molded into the shape of a peach, with even the patterns on it clearly visible.

"This..." his hand trembled slightly, "Boss, you this is..."

He never expected that he just casually mentioned it was for the elderly's longevity noodles, and this young boss could be so attentive.

Not only was the length of the noodles just right, but he also made such a longevity peach poached egg.

This intention is worth more than those fancy carvings in the big tent opposite.

"Boss," he tried to control his choked voice, "thank you so much."

Looking at this longevity noodle, Li Sheng suddenly felt that today's choice was absolutely right.

This is not an ordinary bowl of noodles, this is clearly a bowl of longevity noodles full of blessings.

That golden longevity peach poached egg is like a perfect period for this longevity noodle.

"Noodles..." he carefully picked up the bowl, afraid of damaging that delicate longevity peach,

"This noodle can definitely make the old lady happy."

But Li Sheng still couldn't believe it.

This "wild road" boss is really hidden deep.

"Uh, I'm going to call someone to help carry..." he came to his senses, turned around and was about to run out.

"Boss Li, noodles should be eaten while hot," Liu Yang's voice came from behind, "otherwise, it will be cold."

"Ah? Oh! Yes, yes, yes..." Li Sheng then remembered the important matter and quickly stuck his head out and shouted,

"Someone to help carry noodles, the noodles are ready!"

Watching Li Sheng's flustered appearance, Liu Yang's mouth slightly rose.

"Help carry noodles!" As soon as Li Sheng's shout fell, several people stood up in the big tent opposite.

"I'll help!"

"Count me in!"

"Wait for me!"

These people had long been tickled by the fragrance drifting from the opposite, and when they heard that they needed to help carry noodles, they ran faster than being chased by the police.

The people at the two tables immediately rushed over, leaving only a few mothers with children still sitting in their places,

While coaxing the children who were crying from hunger, they looked eagerly towards this side.

"Uncle, this noodle is really fragrant!"

"Isn't it, my stomach is almost hungry for water..."

"Finally, we can eat a hot meal!"

"Ah, we've been waiting for so long..." a mother with a child sighed,

"I've been waiting since nine in the morning, and it's almost one o'clock now."

"Carry noodles! Carry noodles!" Li Sheng's shout was like a starting gun, and the people in the big tent instantly exploded.

"I'll go first!" A middle-aged man in a suit stood up, and he didn't have time to take off his suit jacket.

"Let me do it!" A young man rushed out in two or three steps, "I used to be a waiter!"

The crowd that was originally sitting in order, now as if released from the ban, all stood up in a whoosh.

Chairs were pushed to make a loud noise, someone almost tripped over the corner of the table, and some people stepped on other people's feet.

"Ouch, don't squeeze, don't squeeze!"

"I went, you stepped on my newly bought leather shoes!"

"Let's make way, let's make way..."

"Hey, look at that longevity peach egg, it's so beautiful!"

Only a few mothers with children were still anxious at the spot.

"Baby, wait a moment, there will be food soon..." a mother was flustered, coaxing the child who had already started crying.

"It's all because of that chef," another mother complained in a low voice,

"What's the use of carving those flowers, it's not as substantial as a bowl of noodles."

"That's right," someone immediately agreed next to her, "I'm almost drooling from the fragrance, and they're still playing with radish flowers..."

The remaining few people in the big tent looked at each other, all with a face full of entanglement:

Should they carry noodles? Or continue to wait and watch the master carve flowers?

Chen Zisheng's hand holding the carving knife stopped in mid-air, his face was gloomy enough to drip water.

He looked at the group of people running to the opposite shop, and the radish flower he had been carving for a long time was almost crushed in his hand.

"These people..." he gritted his teeth, his voice full of uncontrollable anger, "have no taste at all!"

He slapped the carving knife on the table, making a crisp "pop" sound, which startled the surrounding helpers.

Those who were still hesitating whether to go over to help carry noodles also quickly lowered their heads, pretending to be concentrating on choosing vegetables.

"In my restaurant in the island country," he said coldly,

"Customers have to book three months in advance. These people are just... for a bowl of ordinary noodles, they just..."

Before he finished speaking, another enticing fragrance drifted over.

He looked at the radish flower he had been carving for a long time in front of him, and then at the bustling scene opposite, his hand holding the carving knife was trembling.

"Hum," he put the radish on the table heavily, "wait until my dishes are on the table, let them see what real art is!"

But his words were strong, and his eyes unconsciously glanced at the opposite, looking at those people who were carrying noodles and running out happily, his face became even more ugly.

He was about to say something when a helper suddenly shouted: "Master, can this radish flower be used?"

He quickly looked down to see, for fear that this "artwork" would go wrong, and he couldn't care about the excitement outside.

"Our mother's longevity noodles are here!"

Li Sheng carried the noodles and carefully walked through the crowded crowd, afraid of spilling a drop of soup.

On the way, the noodle-carrying team from left to right was like a moving fragrance dragon.

Li Sheng walked in the front, respectfully placing the noodles in front of the old lady: "Mom, you taste it first."

The old lady was about to speak when she suddenly smelled the fragrance in front of her, and she was stunned.

Her hand trembled slightly, and her eyes flashed a trace of confusion, as if she had seen something from the past.

The old lady looked at the longevity noodles in front of her and suddenly froze.

The golden longevity peach poached egg lay quietly on the noodles, like a bright moon floating on the clear waves.

"This..." her hand trembled slightly, and tears unconsciously welled up, "This longevity peach..."

She suddenly remembered fifty years ago when she made longevity noodles for her mother, and it was also such a longevity peach egg.

At that time, she didn't know how many times she tried to learn to fry the poached egg into the shape of a longevity peach.

Every time she failed, her mother would smile and say: "Longevity peaches are not easy to make, but your intention, mom remembers."