Ultimate Firepower
Chapter 481 - 460: A Minor Shock

Chapter 481: Chapter 460: A Minor Shock

Gao Yi’s hometown now sells this kind of marinated beef noodles, but back when Gao Yi was there, he didn’t like them.

The restaurants offered plenty of these noodle dishes with meat, mainly consisting of marinated beef, along with some diced potatoes and the like. However, meat that was marinated the day before and sold the next day never seemed like proper marinated meat noodles to Gao Yi.

He didn’t care for it at home, but after being away for a couple of years, he started to miss it. So when Gao Yi returned, he wanted to eat a bowl of marinated beef noodles, but it had to be the noodles of his memory, the kind his own family made, the kind you could only get in the countryside, not the type sold in restaurants.

So what Gao Yi missed wasn’t just a bowl of noodles; it was his childhood, his memories.

When making his request, Gao Yi himself felt it was a bit much, so he mentioned it casually, thinking even if Huang Haisheng brought him a barely passable bowl of noodles, any random bowl would do, he wouldn’t be picky.

But unexpectedly, Huang Haisheng prepared a bowl of noodles that Gao Yi hadn’t tasted in many years, not even daring to think about it himself.

A bowl that satisfied all of Gao Yi’s memories, carrying all the wonderful flavors.

Alright, for this bowl of noodles, Gao Yi decided to immediately rush to find Sherkin and ask about the progress on the Su-57.

It isn’t enough to just have the Su-57; you’d have to bring over their engines as well, wouldn’t you?

Gao Yi thought as he ate.

Huang Haisheng slurped down a bowl of noodles along with him. He didn’t find the noodles to be exceptionally delicious, but they weren’t bad either. The novelty of trying something for the first time made them passable, at least the noodles were chewy.

Lucy, on the other hand, couldn’t get used to the taste, but seeing her man moved to tears while eating, she definitely had to properly savor the flavor.

As Gao Yi ate, he suddenly stopped. This was his second bowl, and now he had some time to think about other things.

"Hey, where are you?"

"I’m at the guesthouse."

"Have you eaten?"

Feng Biao was a little shocked, thinking that Gao Yi was speaking in code, so his brain began to race, trying to analyze what Gao Yi meant.

"Not yet, was about to."

"Don’t. Come over here and have noodles. Oh, I wanted to surprise you, didn’t tell you I’m back too. Come over and we’ll talk, the noodles here are amazing."

"Ah? Uh... ah?"

Feng Biao was flabbergasted and at a loss for words, so he had no choice but to whisper: "What... what does that mean? I can’t figure it out. Just tell me straight."

"Come for noodles, I’m back."

Gao Yi looked at Huang Haisheng, who took a bite with his chopsticks and said, "Someone will pick him up and bring him here."

"Yeah, someone will pick you up. I’ll wait for you here."

"Holy crap! You’re really back? Geez, you shocked me. Couldn’t figure out what you were saying at all. You’ve got my head spinning. Alright, alright, I get it now. I’ll come find you."

Gao Yi hung up the phone, hesitated for a moment, and somewhat embarrassedly said to Huang Haisheng, "Is there enough noodles?"

"Enough! This is a restaurant, we’re not afraid of feeding big eaters! Even if you called a hundred people, they could eat their fill here!"

Huang Haisheng laughed heartily and replied with ease.

Surely, a hundred people might not be enough, but that’s not a problem, as more ingredients would be delivered promptly.

Gao Yi let out a breath and then continued to focus on eating his noodles.

Gao Yi could eat a lot, really; martial artists never have small appetites.

Usually, Gao Yi would stop after getting full, but not today. No matter how much he ate, he couldn’t feel satisfied.

At that time, the three beauties also arrived at the restaurant one after another.

Gao Yi had no intention of conquering their hearts with gourmet food; he was too preoccupied, and the three of them sat around him, looking at the somewhat simple dining environment. Although they didn’t say anything, they surely felt it was just so-so.

They didn’t understand the significance of having the pot for boiling noodles placed right on the table.

Gao Yi didn’t plan to invite them to try the flavors from his memory. He put down his big bowl and asked the three of them, "What would you like to eat?"

Huang Haisheng smiled and said, "You can eat whatever you feel like."

Normally, the host decides what the guests eat, but this meal was centered around Gao Yi, so the others had a more casual approach.

Casual is where it gets tricky.

Serving a table full of fine dishes is easy, but catering to the tastes of several people from different countries, making what they want, and ensuring they get it, that’s part of the challenge.

Dani looked at the noodles Gao Yi was eating and clearly had no interest; moreover, he didn’t want to eat Chinese food. So he naturally said, "Bring me a chicken sandwich. I’m on a diet, sandwiches have lower calories, a salad too, if possible."

"Sure thing."

Huang Haisheng immediately agreed.

Gao Yi had set the tone by eating something that looked simple, so Dani treated this like a working meal, a casual bite would do.

And for a working meal, a sandwich is more than enough.

As for the taste, what do British people have in terms of flavors? The chef could easily outdo whatever they’re used to.

Sith was different. Though he grew up in Chile, at least he had lived and worked in a provincial gastronomic region for many years, so in terms of dining standards, he was several notches above Dani.

But the French’s lunch is also very simple, usually a sandwich is enough to suffice, but Sith is not on a diet, so he eats a bit more.

"I’d like a ham and cheese sandwich, a portion of fries, fry the fries a bit crispier, and also, if possible, I would like a serving of Chateaubriand steak."

Huang Haisheng still had a big smile on his face as he said: "No problem."

Xinfeng looked at them, spread his hands, and said: "I’ll have a burger, American beef burger, the beef should be grilled not fried, the fries should be thin, cola, ice-cold cola, thank you."

"Okay, please wait a moment."

Huang Haisheng readily agreed.

These simple meals, they all look easy, and are very common things in everyday life.

However, a sandwich shop might take just a minute or two to make one, and a fast-food restaurant could also whip up a burger in a few minutes, but if it’s a Chinese restaurant preparing these items, it would be a lot of trouble.

The bun needs to be toasted, the steak has to be marinated in advance, the beef patty in the burger also needs to be grilled; if it takes two hours for a meal, then the whole point of having a quick lunch is lost.

Gao Yi looked at Lucy and said: "You’re not used to this fare; do you have something particular in mind you’d like to eat?"

Lucy thought for a moment and said: "Then give me a plate of Italian pasta, tomato meat sauce pasta."

Sith and the other three were not deliberately causing trouble, but since Huang Haisheng said they could order anything, they just did.

Lucy simply didn’t think much about it.

So this was a test.

The CIA, Military Intelligence Sixth Department, French External Security Bureau, the test launched by representatives of the three parties.

But in less than five minutes, several waiters came up carrying plates.

In front of Dani was an eight-inch round white plate, filled with avocado, celery, lettuce, tomato, and cucumber.

Nothing that could cause an allergy.

Then there was a six-inch plate with a cold sandwich on it, filled with cucumber slices and egg.

Dani’s meal was not just simple caucasian food; he was also on a diet meal, and honestly, Gao Yi felt it was off-putting just by looking at it.

Dani speared a piece of salad with his fork. Absentmindedly, he put the salad in his mouth and his expression froze for a moment, saying, "Hmm?"

Then Dani picked up the sandwich. He took a bite and immediately showed surprise, exclaiming, "Oh?"

In front of Sith was also a sandwich, but his sandwich was hot, and furthermore, his sandwich was cut into three small triangles, each skewered with a toothpick, and placed on an oval plate with frilled edges at both ends.

The steak was also served, on a large plate with white and gold-rimmed edges, with a small piece of steak, its sauce poured to one side of the huge plate.

The fries came in a small basket, and most importantly, the accompaniment for the fries wasn’t ketchup, but a small dish of salt and pepper.

Sith was very surprised and delighted.

After tasting a fry, freshly fried, crispy rather than soggy, Sith had only asked for them to be fried a bit longer, but he hadn’t expected this level of perfection.

"This chef... is somewhat impressive."

Sith picked up a piece of the sandwich, pulled out the toothpick, and took a bite with a scrutinizing demeanor; then he was surprised and said: "This chef is very skilled."

A simple dish like a sandwich actually tests a chef’s culinary skills a lot.

Finally, Sith cut a piece of the steak with a knife and fork, took a bite, and couldn’t help but say, "Impressive!"

Sith himself was well-versed in dining out, but today’s simple meal gave him the taste of a Michelin star restaurant’s head chef.

Xinfeng’s burger arrived a bit later, wrapped in paper in fast-food style, not the kind served on a plate in a fancy restaurant.

Just grabbing the burger, Xinfeng took a bite, then immediately frowned and said, "This is, indeed, quite impressive."

Then Xinfeng also ate a fry, but he used ketchup as his dipping sauce.

"Sss... This burger... tastes better than the ones in the United States."

Xinfeng was conflicted; he hesitated and then looked towards Huang Haisheng and asked, "How did you manage this?"

"Very simple, the chef just added a bit of secret sauce while processing the meat patty," replied Huang Haisheng, still smiling.

These items had been prepared the moment they knew Gao Yi was bringing a few foreigners over.

But actually, there was no need for excessive preparation, just a few more varieties of the simple meals that foreigners commonly eat, ready to be served anytime, with a taste that was passable.

Of course, Western dishes should be prepared in Western style, done by a qualified Western chef. As for sandwiches and burgers, those are quite popular at Northeastern University.

It’s well known that Northeastern University’s McDonald’s and KFC taste better than those in the United States, for real.

Lucy’s pasta was the last to be served; when she tasted her familiar noodles, she exclaimed in surprise, "This is really delicious."

These dishes were made with genuine ingredients and were freshly prepared on site, definitely guaranteeing freshness, and the craftsmanship was beyond reproach; hence, giving Xinfeng and the others a bit of a gourmet shock was quite normal.

Basic moves, not even worth mentioning.