Chapter 167 The Goods Have Arrived

Each glistening noodle is evenly coated with golden chicken oil and dark brown soy sauce, resembling a perfect work of art glistening with oil.

He picked up a large mouthful of noodles, not even bothering to blow on it, and put it directly into his mouth.

"Slurp..."

Noodle entrance.

This seemingly simple bowl of noodles evoked only one feeling in Chairman Chen—

fresh!

The freshest of all!

The most outstanding and overwhelming freshness!

The unique, distinctive aroma of wild termite mushrooms blends perfectly with the rich, fatty flavor of premium black mountain pork fat.

Those three drops of the anciently brewed spiritual soy sauce have an incredible "sweet aftertaste and spirit-locking" effect!

It removes all the greasiness, forcibly extracts and elevates the umami flavor of lard and matsutake mushrooms, and makes them conquer the taste buds!

Without any broth to dilute it, the umami flavor is concentrated to the extreme, hitting you right in the head!

Along with the chewy and springy texture of the ice spring noodles, the crispy dried mycelium breaks apart between your teeth, releasing a second layer of rich umami flavor!

"Ugh!!!"

Chairman Chen's eyes widened suddenly, and his pupils contracted sharply.

This real estate tycoon, worth billions and usually extremely particular about eating slowly and carefully, and paying attention to table manners, was now like a starving laborer, lying on the table without any regard for his image, swallowing noodles in large mouthfuls and in an extremely rude manner!

"Huff! Huff!"

In the quiet shop, only the almost frantic slurping of noodles by Chairman Chen could be heard.

In less than a minute.

He ate a large bowl of noodles, which was quite full, and finished it all.

He even scraped off every last drop of the golden, soy-sauce-colored gravy at the bottom of the bowl with his chopsticks, and finally couldn't resist picking up the bowl and licking the rim with his tongue!

"Cool!!!"

Chairman Chen slammed down the porcelain bowl, exhaled a long breath of hot air with a rich, exotic fragrance, his face glowing red, feeling as if every pore from head to toe was cheering with joy!

He turned his head and looked at Lin Fan in the kitchen, his eyes filled with undisguised fervor and deep awe:

"Master Lin! This noodle dish... is amazing! Absolutely amazing!"

"I, Old Chen, have tasted delicacies from all over the world, but I've never tasted such a powerful, pure, and layered umami flavor!"

"The richness of the lard and the umami sweetness of the soy sauce perfectly complement the essence of the termite mushroom!"

Chairman Chen slapped his thigh suddenly, his voice trembling with excitement:

"388? Master Lin, you're slapping us in the face! Selling this for 3888? We'd be giving you too little!"

Mr. Chen's sudden shout startled the diners around him, who hadn't managed to get any noodles and were busy eating beef brisket noodles and scrambled eggs with tomatoes. Their chopsticks trembled.

But soon, they forgot all about Chairman Chen's madness.

Because the other forty-nine people in the hall who managed to snag the chicken and mushroom oil noodles were now completely engrossed in a near-frenzied eating state.

There was no conversation whatsoever. Even the business tycoons who usually maintained a strict silence during meals and sleep all lowered their guard at this moment.

The only sound in the entire "Lin Family Shop" was the continuous, sizzling sound.

A female executive sitting at the next table to Chairman Chen was wearing an expensive beige silk suit.

As she slurped the first bite of noodles, a few drops of golden chicken oil accidentally splashed onto her silk collar.

Normally, she would have frowned and asked the waiter for wet wipes.

But now, she didn't even blink. Her eyes, adorned with exquisite eye makeup, were fixed on the bowl. Her chopsticks moved faster and faster, as if afraid that if she slowed down even for a second, the soul-stirring freshness would disappear.

"Gulp..."

Those who hadn't ordered the noodles watched as this group ate like hungry tigers pouncing on their prey, and smelled the overpowering, almost unreasonable, aroma of mushrooms in the air, feeling as if countless hands were scratching at their throats.

"Chairman Chen..."

One of the business owners who usually did business with Chairman Chen couldn't resist and came over with his empty bowl, staring intently at the blue and white porcelain bowl in front of Chairman Chen, which had been scraped clean and was now only covered with a layer of oily glaze.

"How about the waiter add a bowl of rice and mix it in? I'll pay five hundred for this one bite, okay?"

Like a bear guarding its food, Chairman Chen clutched the empty bowl to his chest and glared at him irritably.

"Get lost! Do you think I need your five hundred yuan? The oil at the bottom of this bowl smells delicious; I was planning to add some warm water and make some soup later!"

Watching these billionaires almost lose their temper over a bowl, Lin Fan, standing in the kitchen, simply washed his hands calmly.

That's the magic of top-quality ingredients combined with minimalist cooking.

Without any fancy plating, just one bite is enough to completely awaken the most primal appetite in a person.

12:30 PM.

Five hundred servings of staple food, fifty servings of mixed noodles, plus plum juice, were completely devoured.

Su Xiaoxiao hung up a wooden sign that read "Sold Out Today," politely turning away customers who were still lingering at the door, trying to buy a takeaway leftover meal at a high price.

"Splash—"

The roller shutter door was pulled down, and the shop returned to quiet.

Lin Fan had just sat down at the bar and taken a sip of water when the sound of a truck engine came from outside.

Immediately afterwards, the roller shutter door was banged on loudly from the outside.

"Brother Lin! Open the door! The goods have arrived!" Qin Lang's loud voice came through the metal door.

Su Xiaoxiao quickly ran over and pushed the door shut.

A medium-sized van was parked on the side of the road. Qin Lang wasn't driving his sports car today; he was wearing a gray work uniform, sweating profusely, and directing several workers to unload cardboard boxes.

"Slow down, slow down, this is fragile, handle it with care!"

Qin Lang wiped his sweat as he walked into the store, picked up the water glass that Lin Fan had just drunk from, took a big gulp, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Brother Lin, the first batch of two thousand tanks has been made exactly as you requested. I personally supervised the production line for the sealing rings and anti-corrosion coatings; there are absolutely no problems."

Lin Fan stepped forward and opened a cardboard box.

Inside, neatly arranged are rows of small, matte black cylindrical tin cans, each with a capacity of 150 ml. They fit comfortably in the hand and have an excellent feel.

It was no different from the previous batch of samples. The bottle had no extra decorations, only the four dark gold characters "Lin Family Shop".

It is understated, yet exudes an undeniable sense of sophistication.

"Okay." Lin Fan nodded and put the tin can back into the box.

"Move it into the kitchen."

Qin Lang waved his hand, and the workers quickly carried dozens of boxes into the transparent operating room in the back kitchen.

After the workers left, Lin Fan put on a mask and gloves and went into the operating room.

He slowly poured a large bucket of concentrated syrup into the hopper of the semi-automatic filling machine.

The original liquid was extremely thick, exhibiting a captivating purplish-black color.

"Click, click."