Ultimate Firepower
Chapter 480 - 459: A Bowl of Noodles_2

Chapter 480: Chapter 459: A Bowl of Noodles_2

So four people got up without saying anything and left the room they had been staying in.

The remaining four people now had an even heavier workload, but in fact, there was not much they could do. A skillful wife can’t cook without rice, and as they lacked the raw materials needed for a bowl of noodles, all they could do was wait.

They only hoped that the logistics team would act quickly enough.

"Send a helicopter to transport the ingredients."

"There’s no time, it has to be ready by lunch at the latest. We’ve sent a request for local cooperation, the purchasing will be quick; once our people pick it up locally, they’ll deliver it immediately."

"It must be delivered within two hours."

"Yes."

"Include the local people’s most commonly used garlic, soy sauce, and vinegar, just buy them from this village. These ingredients are crucial; we’re not after expensive items, but the taste that lingers in memory."

"The reception team should have thought of this, add it to their task."

Many people started getting busy, even though they didn’t understand the significance of their actions.

But when a secret machine goes into full operation, the efficiency achieved is beyond an outsider’s imagination.

Panetta’s way of showing good faith was to tell Gao Yi about the White House’s decision; Marina’s sincerity was to send Gao Yi a Sith; Green’s sincerity was to place Dani right next to Gao Yi.

Huang Haisheng’s sincerity was his assurance that he could serve Gao Yi a bowl of noodles that would satisfy him.

Half an hour, that’s the time needed to find the perfect cured meat. The pig slaughtered for the new year, preserved in jars, with half the cured meat still left, perfectly flavored, without any rancid taste.

The green beans were freshly picked, from the cornfields. Autumn green beans were not specifically planted in the vegetable garden but scattered at the end of the fields. You just had to find a cornfield and pick whatever was tender, mature, or just right.

The vermicelli was bought from a farmer’s home, homemade, their vermicelli wasn’t famous, but what made this home well-known was that the lady of the house was famously clean. Keeping a house spotless in the countryside requires a lot of time and effort, and as for the vermicelli, well, it’s the same wherever you go.

The flour was scooped out from a farmer’s place, a product of the local flour mill, not bought online or transported from another region.

When a few people gathered the emergency-purchased items together, a Zhi-9 helicopter just arrived at the rendezvous point, so the nearby villagers witnessed a spectacle they would never forget in their lifetime.

A helicopter actually landed at the village’s outskirts, picked up a few items, then immediately took off again and headed straight north.

The distance of over two hundred and nearly three hundred kilometers was not too far for a helicopter, which could arrive in about an hour.

"The materials have been dispatched, and they will arrive in an hour."

The logistics team notified that all raw materials were ready, and the reception team immediately got to work.

"Arrange for a suitable chef!"

"Both Old Shan and Old Xi are good at making noodles."

"Let Jinan’s top chef do it."

"His specialty is pancakes."

"Still, let him do it. Rolling noodles is a basic skill, and his standard is just right."

There are no trivial matters because these small tasks are exactly what the reception team is responsible for.

If someone asks whether it’s worth it.

The answer is definitely, yes.

For a sonar fingerprint that Mr. Gao brought in, he deserves three chefs and a lifetime supply of air-shipped exclusive ingredients.

If Zhanggong can’t honor him openly, then they should fulfill all of Mr. Gao’s needs in the details, not just basic satisfaction, but perfection.

That is, if dead people could be brought back to life, the reception team would definitely try to have Gao Yi’s grandmother cook him this bowl of noodles.

The standards are high, the treatment is good, that’s how extravagant it is.

Three hours later, the first bowl of noodles was almost ready to be served, and the marinated meat stew was about to come out of the pot.

It had taken quite a long time, and with a rather embarrassed mindset, the reception team called out: "Brother Huang, the food is ready, please invite Mr. Gao over for the noodles."

Huang Haisheng took a deep breath; he was somewhat nervous.

He wouldn’t be nervous dealing with several hundred million US Dollars with Gao Yi, but inviting Gao Yi over for the first bowl of noodles since he came home had unexpectedly made Huang Haisheng quite anxious.

Huang Haisheng quickly walked to Gao Yi’s room door, knocked, waited for Gao Yi to open it, and smiled, "Mr. Gao, the noodles are ready. Would you like to eat in the dining room or in your room?"

"Uh, let’s go to the dining room. I just don’t know if my friends will be accustomed to eating marinated meat noodles. There definitely will be other dishes in the dining room, so if they don’t like it, they can have something else."

Gao Yi called Lucy over and followed Huang Haisheng to the dining room.

Gao Yi, Huang Haisheng, and Lucy sat down at a round table, then two waiters brought over a pot of noodles and a pot of vegetables.

The chef actually knew to rinse the freshly cooked noodles with cold water, but not to make them too cold.

The garlic served in a small dish.

Eating noodles without garlic halves the flavor, but these garlic cloves were unpeeled, whole fresh garlic.

Great, Gao Yi doesn’t like peeled garlic cloves.

A pair of chopsticks, you pick your own noodles.

You can’t say the canteen staff are clueless; letting Gao Yi pick his noodles into the bowl himself is just the way he’s most familiar with.

Noodles scooped into the bowl, about half full, then a big spoon shifted from the pot of vegetables to before Gao Yi.

There was no special formality, no use of honorific language, just casually allowing Gao Yi to help himself.

Gao Yi heaped on the vegetables, then he sat down, a mix of puzzlement and anticipation, and very casually took a bite.

Then, Gao Yi was stunned, staring blankly at the bowl in front of him, his chopsticks paused mid-air, as if he was struck dumb, or as if he had remembered something.

Huang Haisheng said nothing; he would never ask at this point whether the noodles were tasty or not.

What was once anxiousness, was now only confidence.

Gao Yi’s chopsticks were a bit shaky, he suddenly bowed his head and slurped the noodles into his mouth, then he picked up a green bean and put it in, followed by a slice of marinated meat with seventy percent lean and thirty percent fat.

Chewing audibly, then Gao Yi looked up and started to speak, "Is there...?"

The vinegar was pushed next to the pot of vegetables, the kind of cheap vinegar that used to cost one yuan per bag, with nothing but sourness and no fragrance, now poured into a plastic bottle, Gao Yi had no idea how much it cost now.

The spout of the bottle was the cut-open type, a pretty big bottle still more than half full.

Gao Yi took the vinegar and poured a stream, then he stirred the noodles a bit. After a few bites, he broke off a head of garlic, swiftly peeled it, holding the garlic in his left hand and chopsticks in his right, he continued to dive into the noodles noisily.

The noodles tasted even better.

It was just the simplest, most basic meal; in the past, it wasn’t considered a luxury, and now, put kindly, it was just a homely everyday dish.

Lucy looked on curiously and whispered, "Is it really tasty?"

It was okay not to ask, but asking made things worse.

Tears suddenly streaked down Gao Yi’s face, and then with a nasally voice, he said, "Delicious! Come, let me serve you a bowl."

Huang Haisheng laughed, "I’ll do it, you eat yours. Nope, I also need a bowl, let’s eat together."

"Yeah, yeah, let’s eat together."

Gao Yi looked up at Huang Haisheng picking his noodles, very seriously, but also very calmly, said, "Thank you."