Translated by Serena Love

Edited by Azure

Chapter 50: Sweet and Sour Grilled Cold Noodles

'Headache!'

Tang Qiaoqiao's first feeling after waking up was buzzing on both sides of her temples.

She didn't expect this body to handle alcoholic drinks so badly that a few glasses of cocktails would overturn her.

She vaguely remembered that Shen Yue came to pick her up, and then she got in the car, and then her memory was fragmented.

Tang Qiaoqiao knocked her head and walked to the dining room. At this time, Shen Yue was sitting at the dining table, drinking coffee elegantly.

She sat down on the chair next to him, frowning, and asked, "I seemed to be drunk last night. Did I say anything?"

Shen Yue glanced at her. "What do you think you can say?"

Tang Qiaoqiao rubbed her neck: "Should not be complete nonsense. My alcohol threshold should not be too bad."

Shen Yue: "Are you sure?"

Tang Qiaoqiao said uncomfortably, "Of course, I know my own body."

Shen Yue put down his coffee cup, picked up his phone, moved his finger, and stretched the screen in front of Tang Qiaoqiao.

Tang Qiaoqiao saw her own face on the screen.

What Shen Yue played was a video in which Tang Qiaoqiao was drunk. "I am a fairy. I shouldn't talk."

"Are you going to arrest me for anatomy and research?"

"I am a professional actor, the kind of actor who has fans!"

"I am very valuable. I can cook."

......

Tang Qiaoqiao looked at herself in the video full of nonsense. She was whining, dancing with an overjoyed look. Immediately, her face was petrified. She was so anxious to find a hole to hide.

'My God!'

After she was drunk, she was actually this stupid.

Tang Qiaoqiao immediately stretched out her hand to grab the phone, but Shen Yue had been prepared and quickly retracted his hand.

She angrily said, "What do you want to do by recording it? Delete it quickly!"

Shen Yue looked at Tang Qiaoqiao's shameful and annoyed expression and smiled. "How can I delete such a funny video? I also backed it up. It's useless for you to grab my phone."

"You!" Tang Qiaoqiao looked at him incredulously, "You are arrogant and taking advantage of a vulnerable woman. What are your intentions?"

Shen Yue raised his eyebrows. "It's not too late to find out later."

Tang Qiaoqiao: "It's useless even if you keep it."

"Who says it's useless? It's good to entertain myself occasionally," Shen Yue said, "I found that you can try the comedy route. It must be a better image than you are now."

When Tang Qiaoqiao saw him refusing to give in, she could only ask pitifully, "Master Shen, please delete it."

The existence of this kind of dark history is simply unbearable.

"Don't worry. This video will definitely not be seen by a third person besides you and me."

That was also unreasonable. Who knows what kind of ideas this black-bellied guy had. Her current fame would be destroyed if it spread out, which was even more terrifying than being called a King Kong girl.

"What do you want me to do for you to delete the video?"

Shen Yue seemed to be waiting for these words. "I can delete it, but you have to promise me a condition."

Tang Qiaoqiao said without hesitation, "Say it."

"I haven't figured it out yet. I will tell you when I think about it." Shen Yue said slowly.

Tang Qiaoqiao is very resentful. "Did you read too many martial arts novels and come to this strategy?"

"You don't have to care about what I read. Anyway, you owe me one thing now."

Tang Qiaoqiao knocked her forehead hard. She was drinking and misbehaving. The ancients were sincerely not deceiving.

Men are big pig hoofs, and their words do not count. It was the sacred truth!

Tang Qiaoqiao flew back to the crew full of resentment for Shen Yue, the big pig hoof. This time the crew transitioned to a scene in the famous Da Heng county, which made it even more lively. There were film crews all around.

Tang Qiaoqiao found out that Mao Li was also filming in Da Heng county and was not far away from her crew.

She wanted to visit her set. She took advantage of the early ending of her scenes and walked to Mao Li's crew with Fang Yuan.

When approaching the periphery of the crew, she had seen many staff members busy.

Tang Qiaoqiao said, "Fang Yuan, go and take a look first to see if Sister Li is filming right now. If she is filming, let's not go there and disturb her."

Fang Yuan nodded and walked towards the crew.

Tang Qiaoqiao stood alone on the street, looking around, bored.

"This little girl is also here to chase stars. Who are you chasing? Is it Mao Li?"

At this moment, an aunt's voice suddenly sounded.

Tang Qiaoqiao looked back and saw a middle-aged aunt with curly hair standing in front of a food stall and talking to her.

Tang Qiaoqiao walked over and asked with a smile, "Auntie, how do you know that I'm here to chase stars?"

The aunt's voice was very hearty. "I can tell at a glance. A girl your age is spinning outside the crew. 100% chance you are a star chaser. I've seen a lot of you girls. Although I'm old, I still understand this. Are you the photographer kind?"

"No, you didn't bring a camera, probably not." The aunt said to herself.

Tang Qiaoqiao said in surprise, "Auntie, you really know a lot."

"Hey, I didn't work for so many years in Da Heng county for nothing." The aunt smiled.

Tang Qiaoqiao looked down at Auntie's food stall, which is selling hand-grabbed pancakes and cold noodles.

"Auntie, how is your business here?" Tang Qiaoqiao casually chatted with her.

"Just so-so, I sent my daughter to graduate school by setting up a food stall," the aunt talked about her daughter with a proud look. "Actually, there is no shortage of money at home now, but I can't stay idle. So I set up a stall, and it is good to make more money. Even though I don't earn much, it is enough."

While talking, the aunt's cell phone rang. She answered the phone, listened to it for a few seconds, and yelled, "Why did you forget to bring the key again? What? Are you in a hurry? That's okay, you wait. I'm going back now."

The aunt stood up hurriedly. "Little girl, can you help me watch the stall? My husband forgot to bring his key, but he is in a hurry to get something from home, so I have to go back. I will come back soon. Please help me watch my stall for a while."

Seeing Tang Qiaoqiao’s awkward expression, she added, "Don't worry, I'm not a liar. Everyone around here knows me. I often set up a stall here."

Tang Qiaoqiao looked in the direction of the crew and did not see Fang Yuan come back, so she nodded, "Okay, you go."

"Thank you. I'll treat you to some hand-grabbed pancakes when I come back." The aunt said these words and hurried away.

The food stall was not big, but it was very clean. Tang Qiaoqiao thought it would be nice to set up a food stall if she was not an actor. She sat in front of the stall for a while before a young girl rushed over.

The girl looked at Tang Qiaoqiao suspiciously, and Tang Qiaoqiao quickly lowered the brim of her hat for fear of being recognized.

The girl asked, "Why isn't that aunt here?"

Tang Qiaoqiao said, "She had something at home but will return in a while."

"Then, are my hand cakes and cold noodles ready? I told her before that I would come get them now."

Tang Qiaoqiao took a look, and there was no ready-made hand cake on the chopping board.

"She hasn't done it yet? I have paid the money. I am in a hurry to leave now," the girl urged while looking at the time, "You are here, then you can make one for me. I'm in a hurry."

Tang Qiaoqiao was stunned. "Huh?"

Girl: "You can't do it?"

Tang Qiaoqiao frowned. "Well..."

The girl folded her hands and said pitifully, "Then make one for me. I'm really anxious, please, please! Today, I was waiting to watch my idol play for a long time without eating. I was almost starving to death. I had to rush over immediately, or he would leave. I finally saw him today."

Now, this was really a star chaser girl.

Tang Qiaoqiao didn't know why she had switched from visiting a set into making hand cakes on the street. Before she could react, she had spread the batter on the iron plate. There was also ready-made dough on the chopping board, so there was no need for her to knead.

The round white cake base itself contained oil, so the iron plate did not need to be oiled. Otherwise, it would be too greasy.

When the cake base was fried to a translucent color, she used a spatula to tap and squeeze from the sides of the cake to the center to make the cake more fluffy.

When both sides were fried until golden brown, she moved the cake to the other side of the iron plate. Immediately after, she broke an egg, and the egg made a "sizzle" sound on the hot iron plate. The yolk was round, and the egg white soon turned pure white. The edges burst with bubbles.

The girl looked at Tang Qiaoqiao's skillful technique, smelled the fragrance in the air, and swallowed.

"I want the egg half-cooked, and I also want to add bacon and spicy sauce."

"No problem."

Tang Qiaoqiao became more and more vigorous. The two slices of bacon were flattened and started to fry. The bacon was very thin, and soon it was fried on the edge until it curled up at the ends. The fat part had rendered out oil, the color was bright red, and the scent was very strong.

Next, she spread a layer of spicy red sauce on the hand cake, spread two green lettuce leaves, and spread the bacon and eggs on top. Finally, the hand cake was folded in half and placed in a paper bag. A fragrant bacon and egg hand cake was ready.

The young girl was really hungry and immediately took a big bite as soon as she got the steaming rolled cake.

The outer layer of the cake was very crispy, and the inside was extremely tender. There were many layers of the cake, and it was full of chewiness.

The bacon tasted salty and fragrant, the gravy was delicious, the egg yolk was mellow on the first bite, and she tasted the soft half-cooked egg after another bite. The texture was sticky, smooth, and tender. When wrapped with bacon and lettuce, with spicy sauce, the rich taste made her forefinger move.

The girl ate half of the hand cake in one breath before she slowed down. "It's so delicious. This cake is so crispy."

Tang Qiaoqiao raised the corner of her mouth. She was still making cold noodles at that time.

She sprinkled a little oil on the iron plate, flattened the rectangular cold noodles, and fried them on low heat. When the dough began to puff up small bubbles, she cracked an egg on it, used a spatula to flatten it quickly, and then spread it on the whole dough. Then she turned it over, and the side with the egg liquid was fried underneath the dough.

The girl said that she wanted her grilled cold noodles to be sweet and sour. So Tang Qiaoqiao brushed them with a layer of sweet and sour sauce, chopped the onions into fine pieces, arranged them in a straight line in the dough, sprinkled them with coriander, and folded them into a cold noodle roll.

At this point, the egg had been cooked, so she also brushed a layer of sauce on the outer layer. Then she cut it into even pieces and finally sprayed a little vinegar, put it in a paper bowl, inserted two bamboo sticks, and it was done.

A short portion of the grilled cold noodles could be stuffed directly into your mouth. It was smooth and firm, and the sauce exuded a sweet and sour aroma. The raw onion was steamed by the heat of the grilled cold noodles to create a unique, slightly spicy taste. When combined with grilled cold noodles, it had a strangely created ecstasy after one bite.

"The grilled cold noodles are more delicious!" The girl was scalded that she started panting, but she still couldn't stop. "Make me another cold noodle."

Tang Qiaoqiao: "Aren't you in a hurry to chase your idol?"

There was some entanglement on the girl's face before she said, "Just make me another one."

At this time, another couple came after smelling the fragrance.

"It's so fragrant. I really want to eat cold noodles."

"Boss, we want one cold noodle and one hand cake. Add eggs and sausage, and instead of spicy sauce, please add more cilantro. Thank you."

"..." Tang Qiaoqiao looked around.

'Auntie, didn't you say that you'll be back soon?'

Therefore, when Fang Yuan and Mao Li returned to where Tang Qiaoqiao was, she was nowhere to be seen. They could only see a circle of people around a food stall.

"Where is Qiaoqiao?" Mao Li asked.

Fang Yuan was also at a loss. "I don't know. She agreed to wait here." At this time, they heard a very familiar voice from the food stall next to them.

"Don't worry, everyone. This one with eggs and bacon, the onion should be cooked through, whose is it?"

A man stretched out his hand excitedly. "It's mine, my cold noodles."

Fang Yuan and Mao Li looked at each other. After a glance, they walked towards the food stall.

'Hey, who else can it be if it's not Tang Qiaoqiao?'

She was standing in front of the stall, quickly spreading batter, fried eggs, and brushing sauce with both hands, with very skillful movements. The surrounding customers all looked at her eagerly, with focused eyes as if they were watching a grand performance.

Fang Yuan's round face was full of small question marks, but Mao Li seemed unsurprised to see this scene. She smiled and shook her head.

Tang Qiaoqiao made several hand cakes and grilled cold noodles and was surrounded by so many people. Her forehead was faintly sweaty. She couldn't help but gently rubbed her forehead with the back of her hand and accidentally raised her hat a little, revealing a pair of bright apricot eyes.

A girl stared at Tang Qiaoqiao intently for a long while and asked in an unconvinced tone, "Are you Tang Qiaoqiao?"

Tang Qiaoqiao froze suddenly.

The girl's words seemed to explode in the crowd. The rest of the people watched Tang Qiaoqiao carefully.

"It really seems to be."

"It's really that female star, Tang Qiaoqiao."

"I met Qiao Bao, my goodness!"

"Are you on a show? Where is the director?"

The crowd became excited. Everyone turned around and looked for a hidden camera around them.

When Fang Yuan saw this, she hurried forward to defend Tang Qiaoqiao.

Now that she was recognized, Tang Qiaoqiao simply took off her hat, took the tissue from Fang Yuan's hand, and wiped off the sweat from his forehead.

Everyone was even more excited. Originally, they just came to buy a hand cake. Who would have thought that they could run into a celebrity? Moreover, the celebrity made the hand cake and grilled cold noodles herself.

Tang Qiaoqiao explained, "I'm not recording a show. The stall owner auntie should be back soon. I'm just helping her to watch the stall."

Fang Yuan whispered, "We should go first. Otherwise, there will be more and more people later."

Tang Qiaoqiao: "But that Auntie has not come back. I promised her. Besides, there are several orders not finished. Everyone, please stay in line."

There was no other way, but fortunately, the people around them were very orderly. But now, all of them were waiting for their order while filming with their phones. Their focus had shifted from hand-grabbed pancakes and grilled cold noodles to the person who made them.

Mao Li stood aside, thinking that Tang Qiaoqiao was really a wonderful, commendable kind.

"Didn't you say that a friend came to visit the set?"

Mao Li heard a voice and looked back. "Director, why are you here?"

The person who came was the director of the film that Mao Li was shooting now. He asked, "Where is your friend?"

Mao Li smiled and pointed to Tang Qiaoqiao, who was busy in front of the food stall.

"Since when do you still have friends who set up a street stall?"

Seeing the director also misunderstood, Mao Li explained what happened in a few sentences.

Cheng Biao was curious. A female celebrity was making cold noodles and hand-grabbed pancakes on the street. Is she sure it's not a TV show?

He walked over and wanted to observe, but his nose smelled a strong fragrance.

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