Violators Club

Chapter 171 Beef Noodles

Chapter 169 Beef Noodles
"Boom!"

There was a strong wind, lightning and thunder. Chen Changqing and Long Shuwen had just entered the door, before they changed their clothes.

As if ink had been splashed, the sky suddenly darkened.

The crackling rain soaked the ground in an instant, and the accumulated rainwater took only ten minutes. After Chen Changqing and Long Shuwen changed their clothes, the street was actually buried by rainwater.

The rushing water flows into the sewer, and the leaves that have been knocked down by the wind swirl on the water surface.

At the entrance of the antique four-door lobby, Long Shuwen had a gauze bag on his nose. Chen Changqing's muscles were tight when he was relieved, and his strong upper body was covered with bloodstains. The two of them didn't bother to sit in the room.

He dragged two small benches directly from the house, and sat at the door like this, each with a bowl of noodles in his hand.

The plain white porcelain basin is slightly smaller than the washbasin, and it is easy to put a person's head on it. Inside are yellow and white noodles, and on the top are pieces of maroon, stewed soft beef brisket.

This part of the beef tastes the best.

It is full of strength and tastes like chicken feet.

The finishing touch is the white radish stewed with beef. After absorbing the beef broth, the translucent radish has a meaty aroma.

Sprinkle a handful of verdant shallots on top.

Pick up the chopsticks and serve noodles with two chopsticks, take a bite of white radish, and then a piece of stewed beef brisket, and enjoy a mouthful of hot soup on a thunderstorm day when the temperature plummets.

That smell, cap it off, my old baby!

After eating a bowl, Chen Changqing, who felt that it wasn't enough, ordered another half a catty of egg noodles, and after eating a full bowl and a half, he wiped his mouth and patted his slightly raised belly with comfort:
"Comfortable~"

Long Shuwen next to him ate more slowly, and his appetite was not as good as Chen Changqing's.

Chen Changqing on the other side had finished eating half a pot of beef noodles, and he had just finished the first pot of soup, and he looked like a grandpa, with his chest open, leaning against the frame door in a wild posture. Dental Chen Changqing.

Long Shuwen wiped the oil on the corner of his mouth:
"This is yellow cattle, stewed by master."

Beef stew is a particular thing, not all beef is suitable for stewing.

Westerners are used to drinking blood. They like to eat fried steak or grilled steak. The higher the fat in the beef, the better it tastes in their opinion.

Orientals still have the habits of Orientals, such as beef sauce.

Those parts that Westerners love most, such as sirloin and filet, are not suitable for sauced beef. The real suitable part must be beef tendon, which is so strong that it is soaked in marinade for a day and a night.

That taste, a small plate of beef with half a catty of white wine is no problem at all.

In addition, the breed of beef is also very important.

Grass-fed beef cattle are not enough. The real sauce beef must use the tendons of yellow cattle.

The meat needs to be strong enough to be stewed for a long time.

Chen Changqing never considers himself a glutton, he just likes to eat more than ordinary people, and he has eaten more good things.

But today's pot of beef noodles?

He was really dumbfounded.

In his impression, only Mr. Hong's egg tart with herbal tea can compete with it.

Whether it is the time-honored roast goose, pineapple buns, snake soup, egg waffles, etc., the taste of the rest is not as good as this one.

Looking at Chen Changqing who was completely dumbfounded, Long Shuwen didn't say anything. After packing up the dishes and chopsticks for the two of them into the kitchen, he didn't bother to sit on a chair, so he sat on a small stool with Chen Changqing in front of the threshold of the lobby. Look at this sudden thunderstorm.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Thunderstorms come and go quickly.

Not long ago, he was still looking like an angry God. Now, under a gust of wind, the dark clouds in the sky dispersed, and the bright sun shone on the earth again.

There is a bit of coolness after the rain in the air, and the atmosphere in the small courtyard is peaceful and refined, as if it has been washed once.

But I could vaguely feel that the breeze under the sun carried a sense of dryness and heat.

It is estimated that it will not be long before the sweltering weather will return.

Long Shuwen leaned against the door frame, feeling a little pain from the broken bridge of the nose. Looking at Chen Changqing who was dazed not far away, his eyes couldn't help feeling a little more emotional: "You have become stronger again."

Although this matchup was the same as the last matchup, it was a tie both times.

But Long Shuwen knew that Chen Changqing didn't use his full strength.

At his peak, Chen Changqing was 1.9 meters tall and weighed more than [-] kilograms. He possessed monster-level strength, speed, endurance and defense.

Invulnerable to swords and guns, water and fire, it is simply a humanoid monster.

Even Long Shuwen's fist could hardly injure him, but any punch from Chen Changqing was enough to injure him severely.

Chen Changqing's truly frightening thing is his non-human level body without any flaws.

But in the battle just now, Long Shuwen could clearly feel that Chen Changqing didn't use his full strength, at least the Chen Changqing he fought just now, the strength he showed was far inferior to the last fight.

And as Long Shuwen's voice fell, Chen Changqing woke up from his stupor.

With the thought between his brows, he shook his head:

"It has become stronger, but it still hasn't hit you."

Chen Changqing's Hongquan proficiency has been raised to [-], and he is only [-] proficiency points away from breaking the skill limit.

Compared with the last fight, his strength has increased significantly.

In addition, the four attributes of the current body have reached the racial limit, so at the beginning, Chen Changqing thought that he should be able to draw with Long Shuwen without relying on the power of his body.

But in fact, Chen Changqing was able to draw with Long Shuwen with the help of part of his body.

Logically speaking, it shouldn't be like this.

Just shaking his head and sighing at Chen Changqing, Long Shuwen glanced at him with envy and envy in his eyes: "You should be content, I have practiced for so many years, and I have achieved what I am today, and you have only come into contact with it..."

Jealousy is real jealousy. Long Shuwen has been a child of other people since he was a child. It was not until he met Chen Changqing that Long Shuwen realized that the gap between people is sometimes bigger than the gap between humans and dogs. big.

From practicing martial arts in my teens until now,

By absorbing the strengths of hundreds of schools and integrating them, Long Shuwen has achieved his current achievements.

But Chen Changqing was full of plans, and it only took less than half a year.

However, at the next moment, Long Shuwen hadn't finished speaking.

Just behind the two of them, Wen Sihai, who was sitting on the grand teacher's chair with a cup of Pu'er tea in his hand, the wrinkled old man said surprisingly:
"No, normally, Shuwen can't beat you."

Long Shuwen: "?"

He turned his head to look at his master Wen Sihai, his eyes were puzzled, but Chen Changqing, who was stunned beside him, couldn't help but his eyes lit up:
"Uncle Wen, do you think so too?"

After blowing on the tea, Wen Sihai took a sip of the tea soup beautifully, looked at the excited Chen Changqing between his brows, and said lightly:

"You're missing something."

Chen Changqing nodded, with a look of approval:

"I also have this feeling, but I still can't figure out the way, so I ask Uncle Wen to clarify my doubts."

For ordinary people, a master is a hurdle, but for Chen Changqing, an outlier?
As long as he is willing, he can break through to the grandmaster level in minutes.

Because at present, Chen Changqing's barrier to the advanced life body is only the peak of skill.

With enough violation points, he can break through at any time.

But he didn't, not because he couldn't, but because he always felt that he was almost missing something.

Facing Chen Changqing's fiery eyes, Wen Sihai put down his teacup, looked at Chen Changqing in front of him, and asked a question slowly:
"Have you ever killed anyone?"

Chen Changqing frowned, his eyes were full of thoughts, and there was a faint evil spirit around him. He didn't answer directly:
"Someone died because of me."

The next moment, as Chen Changqing finished speaking, he looked at Long Shuwen, who was beside him with indifferent eyes, and then at Chen Changqing, who was surrounded by evil spirits. Wen Sihai, who felt very interesting, couldn't help asking:
"Why do you think I told you not to be so humble before?"

(End of this chapter)