Shui Qingshan looked at the time, at 9:40 in the evening, there should be no diners who came so late, right?

But he is not afraid, even if there are no dozen or so friends here, as long as he yells, at least twenty or thirty people will come out of Mingde Lane to help.

The neighborhood relationship in the old alley is like this, even if there are any bumps and bumps on weekdays, but when something happens, it will definitely be collectively external.

After thinking about it, he opened the door.

What appeared in front of the big guy was a woman in her forties, not very beautiful, but she looked very temperamental.

Wearing a dress, she holds a foreign hat in one hand and a suitcase in her hand, like a tourist.

"I'm sorry, lady, we're closed tonight. Shui Qingshan said to her, "Why don't you come back tomorrow morning?"

"I ......"

The middle-aged woman hesitated for a moment, but said apologetically: "I just finished taking care of my mother's funeral, and I will fly back to Los Angeles tomorrow morning, and I will not return to China again...... I heard that you are the birthplace of "A Bowl of Yangchun Noodles", if, if you can, can you cook a bowl of noodles for me to eat?"

At this time, no one in the room spoke, so everyone could hear the middle-aged woman's words clearly.

"Eldest sister, please sit inside!" Xia He stood up directly, "But there are no fresh noodles at home, can I cook you a bowl of dry noodles for Yangchun noodles?"

"Yes, thank you! Excuse me!" the middle-aged woman said gratefully.

Shui Qingshan easily carried her suitcase in, "In this case, girl, you find a place to sit down, and I will cook noodles for you immediately." ”

As he spoke, he rolled up his sleeves and walked into the open-door operation room.

Although there are only dry noodles, there are still seasonings and spice powders, so cooking a bowl of noodles must be above the level, and Shui Qingshan doesn't have to worry about smashing the signboard.

When the middle-aged woman sat in the corner, she sat quietly and didn't speak, which made people feel the thick tiredness on her body.

This exhaustion is not only physical, but also mental.

Because of her, Zhu Mei and the others didn't speak anymore, and could only go to see Shui Qingshan and his wife cooking noodles.

As a water couple who have been cooking noodles professionally for more than ten years, although they are not considered chefs, there is no problem in making a bowl of Yangchun noodles together, especially when there is Shen Huan's spice powder, then they are more confident.

Five minutes later, a simple bowl of Yangchun noodles was brought to the middle-aged woman by Shui Qianyu, "Auntie, your Yangchun noodles." ”

The middle-aged woman looked at her and squeezed out a smile, "You are Shui Qianyu, right? ”

"Thank you, Auntie. ”

Shui Qianyu showed a sweet smile, "The past cannot be chased, and looking forward to the future can make our lives better!"

"Thank you!"

The middle-aged woman nodded slightly.

The water and rain in front of her reminded her of herself 30 years ago, and how nostalgic the years were.

Turning to look at the refreshing sprinkled green onion flowers and steaming hot Yangchun noodles, she was a little distracted.

After a few moments, she picked up her chopsticks and took a mouthful of noodles into her mouth.

Second bite, third bite......

As she ate, her tears flowed out of her eyes.

Drop by drop, it rolled down from the eye socket and gradually became a line.

But she didn't make a sound, and the whole person seemed to be a statue, not moving.

Three minutes later, she was still like that.

Except for the tears that kept flowing down the table, there was not the slightest sound at all.

Even the atmosphere of the whole small noodle restaurant is a little weird.

"Her state is not right!" Zhu Mei frowned, "This is a state of extreme sadness! If it continues, it will cause great damage to her heart!"

"What then?" Xia He was shocked, "I'm going to wake up her mother?"

"Don't go!" Zhu Mei hurriedly grabbed her, "If you go and disturb her suddenly, it will be easy to frighten her mind, maybe suffocate immediately, or even ...... It's all possible!!"

"Are we just waiting for her to wake up?" Shi Liyou frowned and said, "If she is so exhausted, the possibility of sudden death still exists!"

"No way!"

Zhu Mei smiled bitterly, "It's better to be still than to be still, it's better to wait and see......"

"Why don't you call an ambulance first!" one of them suggested, "If Brother Shui is here...... I'm afraid it's not a good thing, right?"

"Bah, what nonsense?" Ding Lun spiffed, but agreed, "Call an ambulance, if she has something, it will be easier to rescue." ”

"Well, okay. Shui Qingshan also agreed.

After all, this is a place to do business, and if this middle-aged woman has something to do with three strengths and two shortcomings, it would be a bit unlucky.

Even if he doesn't regret letting a middle-aged woman come in to eat noodles, it doesn't mean that he is willing to be contaminated.

"Ding Dong!"

He Shui Qianyu sat on the side to watch the lively Shen Huan, and a familiar voice suddenly sounded in his mind.

At this time, Zhang Helen was in the stage of getting along with her mother by a bowl of Yangchun noodles, and her mind was completely immersed in the past, and she couldn't pull it out, which could easily cause an accident! Please play and sing a guitar song so she can recover!"

I grass!

Shen Huan almost didn't scold, it's 2014, it's an era of scientific and medical treatment!!

A guitar song can save people, are you kidding me?

But he had no other choice, and since the system had released the task, he had to do his best to complete it.

Because the previous spice powder and guitar (elementary) skills have proved that the system of "I can't see others better than me" is not so rubbish, and the things it distributes are still quite useful.

In this strange and familiar world, if you have its help, you can live well.

Therefore, it is the best way to keep doing tasks and constantly getting rewards.

Besides, I still have a guitar song reward that I haven't claimed!

Could it be that "I can't see others better than me" has long expected such a day?

But what song can you find in your eagerness?

Shen Huan's thoughts kept turning.

He didn't graduate from some music school, and he had only heard those classic songs, otherwise he would have made hundreds of songs and sold them for money.

Now it is too difficult for him to find a song that suits the mood of a middle-aged woman at this time.

What to do......

What to do......

Shen Huan's eyes looked everywhere, hoping to find some inspiration.

Suddenly, Shen Huan saw something on the middle-aged woman's table, and suddenly it seemed to have opened up the eight veins of the Qi Sutra, and a familiar song appeared in his memory.

Right!

That's it!