Yan Mo opened the door and let Du Yichen in.

"You don't have to change your shoes, just go. Yan Mo was changing his shoes while greeting Du Yichen.

"No, it's going to dirty the floor. ”

"I'll wipe it when you're gone. Yan Mo gritted his back molars.

Du Yichen smiled, "Don't be so troublesome, I bring my own slippers!"

Yan Mo was stupid: "What's the situation? How can anyone go to someone else's house ... It also comes with it... ”

"I bought it at the convenience store when you got off work. Du Yichen raised his eyebrows with a smug expression, and his face was full of surprise and surprise.

After changing his shoes, Du Yichen put a big bag of things on the table. Salads, chips, chocolate, yogurt, juices, 。。。。。。 It's all snacks, and it's hard for Du Yichen to carry it all the way.

"Buying so many snacks, aren't you afraid of getting fat?"

"Dinner for you!"

"When I eat, I always have to eat well and don't eat snacks. Yan Mo said very seriously.

"I had a salad for dinner. ”

"Those things instead of dinner ... I make noodle soup, do I drink it?" Yan Mo asked with an eyebrow raised.

"Don't drink, don't eat starch for dinner. ”

"If you don't eat it, I'll just make my own." Yan Mo doesn't understand the recipes of celebrities very well, and always feels that he will starve to death.

Yan Mo took it upon himself to start making tomato and egg noodle soup, peeling two large and red tomatoes and cutting them into small pieces. Heat the oil in a pan, put the shrimp skin, and wait for the shrimp skin to turn golden brown, and the aroma begins to spread in the house.

"What's so fragrant? Isn't it making noodle soup?" Du Yichen came to visit curiously.

"It's noodle soup!" Yan Mo raised his eyebrows again, thinking: I'll kill you in a while, hum!

The tomatoes are put into the pot, followed by salt, soy sauce, and sugar, and they start to stir-fry non-stop. Simple seasoning for rich deliciousness.

"There is also sugar in the noodle soup, the sweet noodle soup can't stand it!" Du Yichen pouted.

Yan Mo glared at him, "Go away!"

Wait until the tomatoes have completely turned into a sauce-like shape, add boiling water, lower the noodles, nest eggs, eggs come to the surface, scarlet eggs, perfect out of the pan. Take the red soup, yellow egg flowers, and white eggs floating in the center of the bowl in the bowl, and you will drool when you look at it.

Yan Mo sat at the dining table with a bowl, admiring his work, while glancing at Du Yichen, who was fiddling with a dry vegetable salad, out of the corner of his eye.

"It looks good, it's just sweet, I can't stand it. Du Yichen seemed to be talking to himself, and as if he was asking.

"No, I didn't do it to you anyway. Yan Mo blew on the noodle soup.

The room is filled with a slightly sour salty aroma of shrimp skin and tomatoes.

"Or ... Or that... I'll take a sip of soup, my stomach is a little cold after eating the salad. Anyway... Anyway, there's a little left in the pot. Du Yichen was embarrassed to find a step for himself.

"Alas, it's not delicious, it's sweet... Yan Mo held back a smile, thinking that he would not be able to kill you.

"It's a waste of what is left... ”

Yan Mo pointed to the kitchen and smiled on the dining table.

Du Yichen got permission and jumped to the kitchen and filled half a bowl of soup. Before he could get back to the table, he drank. I only tasted it and was stunned.

"Delicious stupid?" asked Yan Mo with the corners of his mouth raised.

"No, this smell, how could it be... It's the same as I ate it when I was a kid. Du Yichen didn't believe his sense of taste a little, and dried up half a bowl of soup in one go. "Can I eat some more? ”

"Alas, no, you'll get fat, and it's not delicious... Yan Mo learned Du Yichen's tone just now, and imitated it playfully.

"Don't... Waste. ”

Du Yichen turned his head and went back to the kitchen to pour the remaining half of the pot, even the soup and noodles, into a large bowl, only to find that there was still a nest of eggs hidden at the bottom of the pot.

Happiness instantly overflowed the whole body, as if he was no longer forgotten, and someone remembered himself with his heart.

After so many years of being a trainee and trotting hall, I will always stand outside the halo and in the most corner, and it has become a habit to be forgotten and left out in the cold. I didn't expect to be warmed by a bowl of noodle soup today, which has been cold for a long time.

"It's just a little coriander, the same color and taste as my grandmother made when I was a child. Sitting back at the table with a bowl, Du Yichen looked at the bowl of tomato and egg noodles carefully, and was a little reluctant to eat it.

"This is the taste that my grandmother made for me when I was a child. I went out of his way to learn from my grandmother. Through the heat of the noodle soup, Yan Mo looked at Du Yichen, as if he saw his childhood.

"Before I was in elementary school, I lived at my grandmother's house, and my grandmother watched my cousin and me. Set up a small table, put two bowls of noodle soup, and my cousin and I will start eating. "As it is now ... Yan Mo reached out and touched Du Yichen's head, imagining his cousin's appearance...

"I'm not your brother... Du Yichen muttered on the side, blocking Yan Mo's hand.

"Later, when I went to elementary school, I went back to my parents and let my mother do it, not grandma's taste. When I grew up a little more, I took advantage of the summer vacation to go back to my grandmother's house and ask my grandmother to learn and do it myself. I still feel that the taste is a little worse. ”

"I guess the people of that era did the same thing, and the taste was similar, so it was about the same as what you drank when you were a child. Yan Mo added another sentence, which was regarded as a continuation of Du Yichen's words just now.

"If I have time, can I go and see my grandmother?" Du Yichen asked with his eyes lowered and his voice low.

Grandma, it's your cousin, it's not your grandma.

"I'll talk about it when I have time. "Words are silent.

After dinner, Du Yichen visited Yan Mo's home. The overall black, white and gray tones, with the wooden simple furniture of Jin Sinan, are very fashionable and tasteful, with some shiny exquisite ornaments embellished in the meantime, making the room smart and not monotonous. But as a woman's home, it seems to be a little colder.

On the balcony connected to the living room is an easel with an unfinished oil painting on which the waves come to life. Next to the easel is Yan Mo's watercolor sketch on the beach, and it seems that the sun is shining through the paper.

Du Yichen saw this painting again and still liked it very much.

Du Yichen: "When you return from Sanya, is the inspiration still there?"

Yan Mo nodded.

On the wall of the restaurant hangs a large white KD plate, which is plastered with photos of Yan Mo's travels to various places, and some are accompanied by brief time and text descriptions.

"Yanmo, you've been to many places. ”

"Fortunately, I like to go out for a walk when I have time. Every time I come back, I pick a few favorite photos and post them here, and look at them, and life has strength. Yan Mo looked at the photo, and his thoughts drifted far away.

"Potala Palace, you have also been to Tibet, do you have altitude sickness?"

"It's okay, there is preparation in advance. If you go up by car, you can get used to it slowly. ”

"Been to Sanya many times?"

"Well, I love it there. Warm, the air is moist, the lungs are comfortable. ”

What are the reasons for this。。。。。。