Su Yi has lived for so many years, but he has never seen a child like Xu Diandian. He is just as annoying as him.
"Su Yi brother, do you have a mother? Why don't I see your mother?"
"..." Su Yi swears, this kid Xu Diandian is really annoying.
"Grandpa said that my mother is coming back today." Xu Diandian, holding the bowl and chopsticks, finally said what she wanted to share with Su Yi.
She came here mainly because she wanted to tell Su Yi about this matter.
"I know your mother." After Su Yi finished speaking, he began to think, Xu Diandian calls him brother, and his name is Zhang Ting Sister Ting. The seniority is messed up.
But if you really care about seniority, it seems that you can't care about it.
"You are lying, you have never met my mother." Xu Diandian stared, not believing what Su Yi said at all.
Su Yi did not continue to discuss this issue with Xu Diandian, but got up and walked towards the kitchen.
Xu Diandian followed Su Yi and asked curiously, "Brother Su Yi, where are you going?"
"Make noodles." Su Yi There are no ready-made noodles at home, so if you want to eat them, you have to make them yourself.
Of course, the easiest way is to go to the supermarket and buy a handful of noodles, but Su Yi still prefers to make it himself.
There was some flour and eggs at home. Su Yi beat two eggs, mixed some water with the flour, and then started kneading the dough.
"Brother Su Yi, what are you doing?" Xu Diandian looked at Su Yi kneading the dough in confusion. Naturally, her little mind could not imagine that noodles could be made in this way.
"Are you stupid? I told you, I'm making noodles." Su Yi said while kneading the dough, "You are so stupid, why would your mother spank you when she sees you?"
At this time, Old Zhang shouted to Xu Diandian outside. After hearing the sound, Xu Diandian stuck out his tongue at Su Yi: "You are stupid.! You are stupid! Su Yi Brother is a stupid pig!" After saying that, he ran out as if running away. He was stumbling and stumbling, and Su Yi was a little worried that this annoying kid would fall down.
If he fell down like that, such a cute child would definitely cry for a long time.
After Xu Diandian left, Su Yi continued to knead his dough.
Noodles have a history of more than 4,000 years. Thousands of varieties of noodles have appeared all over the country due to differences in strip preparation, seasoning, and thickness. Su Yi has traveled thousands of miles and has tried all kinds of noodles.
After kneading the dough, Su Yi looked at the ingredients in the refrigerator and decided to make two bowls of Yangchun noodles to try.
Yangchun noodles, also known as clear soup noodles.
It was after Qin Shihuang unified the degree measurement and the calendar that the tenth month of the lunar calendar was the first month. This month was also called Xiaoyangchun. At that time, each bowl of noodles sold for ten copper coins. It was later cited in Suzhou's notation, and Yangchun was "ten", so it became the name of the noodle.
Normally, Yangchun noodles use broth, but Su Yi just uses boiled water instead, three green onion seedlings, and a spoonful of lard. After frying, the green onion oil has a very rich flavor.
Su Yi is making noodles, but there are guests in the yard.
Bai Miaomiao came early in the morning.
Su Yi didn't go out to greet her, and was cooking noodles by herself.
Bai Miaomiao was not polite at all. He walked to the kitchen door and knocked on the door. "Su Yi, are you making breakfast?"
"Well, have you eaten?" Su Yi glanced at Bai Miaomiao. This girl asked him to be her son-in-law when they first met. Later, although she paid a thousand yuan a meal to treat Su Yi to dinner, she had no contact with her in the past few days. Su Yi was also thinking about when she could pick up another errand.
There is food to eat and money to take. Is this the so-called soft rice?
After living for so many years, this job is the easiest.
Bai Miaomiao looked at Su Yi and said, "I don't eat in the morning."
"Then I won't cook yours." Su Yi was not polite and only ordered two or two sides.
Pasta doesn't taste good if you eat it too much.
Two sides, just right.
Su Yi Take out the noodles, cover them with three slices of watered Xiao Bai vegetables, pour a spoonful of fried green onions in lard, add seasonings, and a bowl of Yangchun noodles is ready.
When he brought it out, Bai Miaomiao glanced at his bowl. The noodles were refreshing, and the light sauce-colored noodle soup was crystal clear. There were large and small Little Gold-colored oily flowers and emerald-green crushed garlic flowers floating on the soup. The aroma filled his nostrils, and he couldn't help but secretly swallow.
Su Yi looked at her deeply, then turned around and picked up a pair of bowls and chopsticks. After mixing the seasonings, he divided half of the noodles and soup and handed them to her.
"I don't... thank you, let me try some." Bai Miaomiao wanted to refuse, but when the words came to his mouth, looking at the noodles in the bowl, he inexplicably turned into thank you, and his hands couldn't help taking the bowl and chopsticks.
Mingming is just a bowl of ordinary noodles. The temptation comes from nowhere and makes Bai Miaomiao unable to refuse.
Su Yi smacked his lips, the kind of customer who starts to say he doesn't want to eat is the most troublesome.
He walked directly to the sycamore tree with his face in hand. There were stone benches and tables under this tree. If there were not many people, Su Yi would also like to eat under this tree.
Bai Miaomiao also followed him, carrying the bowl to the foot of the tree and sitting opposite Su Yi.
"If you want anything, let's talk about it after eating." After Su Yi finished speaking, he started to pull the noodles.
It wasn't much in the first place, so I shared half of the Bai Miaomiao, and Su Yi cleaned it up in two or three mouthfuls, and also drank up all the noodle soup.
Bai Miaomiao didn't pretend to be reserved, picked up a few noodles and started eating.
When she took the first bite, she couldn't control it. The noodles were tough, glutinous, smooth, soft and delicious, and the scallion oil was fragrant. After taking a mouthful of noodles and taking another sip of soup, she felt warm all over, and there was still a lingering fragrance between her teeth.
It was just a bowl of noodles that looked ordinary, but Bai Miaomiao had the illusion that it was not the most delicious thing she had ever eaten in her life...
Terrible!
Why does this strange illusion occur?
Bai Miaomiao Have tasted a lot of delicious food, but your taste buds were conquered by a bowl of noodles?
It must be that I eat too much delicious food on weekdays, but suddenly eating this ordinary and light noodles feels fresh.
Bai Miaomiao convinced himself this way in his heart.
Soon, the Bai Miaomiao bowl was completely clean, with not a drop of noodle soup left.
Of course Su Yi knows what's going on. The process of kneading the dough is already not simple. That's because Bai Miaomiao is not a cultivator and can't feel the Great Dao fragments contained in the dough. If he were a master in the Primordial World era and ate half a bowl of noodles, he would probably have a breakthrough again.
Ordinary people who eat half a bowl of noodles will only feel that their souls are empty and their hearts are indescribably comfortable.
Su Yi suddenly realized that he might have made a mistake. Wouldn't this woman come here to eat at the right time?!
That would be really bad.