C31 You Won't Know If You Don't Try

"Uncles and aunties, please listen to my words."

Ye Hong stood at the front of the crowd and asked for their attention. Perhaps they lacked any sort of impression of him, however, they directly ignored his regards and set him aside like an insignificant ant.

The noise continued as if flies were buzzing through the street before the restaurant.

Seeing their rude attitude, Ye Hong frowned and shouted, "All of you, shut the hell up!"

"…"

Ye Hong's voice seemed to bring with him some kind of domineering presence that penetrated and shocked through everyone's minds.

At that instant, the front of the shop suddenly fell silent.

[Ding! Intimidating the neighbors... Vigor: +1…]

Ye Hong nodded with satisfaction and then said, "First of all, I am extremely glad to know how much you love and want to try our restaurant's beef noodles.

"However…"

Ye Hong deliberately dragged his words to keep everyone in suspense. Then, he slowly said, "The supreme beef noodles require rare ingredients and is created through a rather cumbersome process. Thus, it is not something that can be provided every day!"

"As you can see, we are then forced to limit our supply for the weekends. I hope uncle and aunties can understand!"

This was the one thing that Ye Hong could say that would satisfy their inquiries.

Furthermore, he did not understand why Ye Xiao and Ann Xiaoying could not make the beef noodles to be as delicious as his even though they cooked it according to his recipe and have learned all the steps directly from him.

Perhaps this was the bonus that was brought about by the system due to his proficiency in cooking.

The neighbors looked at each other in dismay but it was only Beef Guo who stood up in the end.

He pointed at Ye Hong and said to Ye Xiao, "Brother Ye Xiao, is your son the one in charge of your restaurant now?"

Ye Xiao looked at Ye Hong, his eyes filled with the strong pride of a father: "Of course!"

"To tell you the truth, the supreme beef noodle was invented by my son."

"Wow…"

This sentence caused a sensation among the crowd of neighbors.

"Ah Hong, not bad!" Beef Guo gave Ye Hong a thumbs up and stated, "You're much more promising than my son!"

"He really is the very definition of 'the child next door...'"

The Old Ma working in the pastry shop across the street pointed at his son, Xiao Ma, and said resentfully, "Look at Xiao Ye and then look at yourself."

"This is all they will amount to. One day, they'll end up using all their money anyway!"

Xiao Ma was a young adult in his twenties. Ye Hong didn't know his real name, so he just called him Xiao Ma.

He never really had a good impression of Xiao Ma, perhaps because he always wore a look of cynicism on his face, as if everyone around him owed him millions.

Xiao Ma heard his father's mutter, but he did not feel ashamed at all. Instead, he scowled and said, "Hmph! It's just a bowl of beef noodles, what's so amazing about that!"

With that, he turned around and left the scene.

Old Ma looked embarrassed as he said angrily, "This unfilial son of his really pisses me off!"

At that moment, the crowd of neighbors finally dispersed, but each of them nonetheless remembered to make an appointment for the weekends to try out the supreme beef noodles.

It was now late at night and the day's business was finally over. With that, the family of three began discussing the direction that their restaurant should head towards in the future.

The reality now is that although business may be good over the weekend, their business during the weekdays will end up suffering.

"The main reason is that the beef noodles made by this brat are too delicious. The customers simply do not care to eat the noodles made by me now. How sad..."

Ye Xiao let out a long, heavy sigh, but his eyes contradicted that claim with an uncontrollable joy.

Anyone with a son as outstanding as Ye Hong would naturally feel gratified.

"In that case, wouldn't that problem be solved it I manage to create a dish that you two can make without my help?"

Ye Hong's eyes lit up as he suggested.

Ann Xiaoying knocked on Ye Hong's head, "Inventing new dishes? Do you think it's that easy?"

"Do you even know how many provinces your grandfather had traveled to and how many experts he had consulted in order to make this bowl of beef noodles?"

Ye Hong smiled mysteriously, "Well... you won't know if you don't try, right?"