Jiang Feng struggled to get up from the ground.

It looked like a utility room, probably the backstage of a theater, with skirts, suits, lamps, telephones, shelves, paintings, and other old and broken props piled together.

Jiang Huiqin was holding a bulging cloth bag in her hand.

"Huiqin, I really don't understand, what do you don't like about that wedding dress? I was going to surprise you, you are really disappointing!"

"I don't like anywhere, we take wedding photos, it's a photo of me getting married, what clothes to wear should be ordered by myself!"

"Just wear your wedding dress like a red jacket? Is it ridiculous to make our wedding feudal and ignorant?" Li Mingyi raised his voice, "I wear a suit and you wear a phoenix crown, don't you think it's funny?" Huiqin, you and I are both people who have received a new education, how can you be the same as your group of old-fashioned old pedants?"

"Ridiculous, do you think it's ridiculous?" Jiang Huiqin looked up at him, and her original delicate makeup was crying.

She untied the burden in her hand, revealing the neatly folded wedding dress inside, took out the outermost jacket, shook it open, held it, pointed at it, and trembled with anger.

"Do you think it's ridiculous? Li Mingyi, I have been embroidering for four years, and I have been embroidering this wedding dress for four years! When my mother gave birth to me, I had a difficult birth, I had no mother, and my sister-in-law also died, and no one taught me how to embroider a wedding dress. ”

"You think it's ugly, it's ridiculous, it's not as beautiful as the wedding dress you found in Paris? But I embroidered it myself, and girls have to wear their own wedding dresses when they get married! I tell you, don't talk to me about feudal openness, I studied in a girls' school, I didn't study your great physics and chemistry, we learned to teach husbands and children to deal with housekeeping, I am feudal, I am pedantic. ”

Jiang Huiqin sobbed as she folded her jacket back and put it back, picked up the cloth bag, and walked briskly outside.

"You go and take a picture of your open and free woman to get married! I won't take this photo today!"

Jiang Feng hurriedly caught up.

"Miss Jiang, have you thought about it, isn't this photo?" The photographer saw Jiang Huiqin coming down from upstairs, and hurriedly greeted him with a smile.

"Don't shoot anymore, he likes to shoot whoever he likes. Jiang Huiqin wiped the tears from her face and left the photo studio directly.

It's just that Jiang Huiqin didn't run this time, otherwise Jiang Feng's ass would have to suffer again.

My aunt's temper is really not ordinary, but Li Mingyi deserves it.

It's ridiculous to say that his fiancée is feudal and old-fashioned, I'm afraid I don't want a wife!

Walking and walking, Jiang Huiqin stopped in front of a wonton stall.

"Small bowl of ravioli, no chopped green onions. Jiang Huiqin found a table and sat down, put the cloth bag beside her, counted out a few coins and handed them to the stall owner.

The wonton stall is at the mouth of the alley, and the stall owner is a middle-aged man with a hunched back. There are only 3 small tables in the stall, which are full of potholes, not to mention the greasy tabletop, and there are many wooden thorns on the edges.

Before the stall owner took it, he took a greasy and dirty rag and wiped it on the table in front of Jiang Huiqin, and then threw the rag on the table next to him. He didn't wash his hands either, grabbed a handful of ravioli from the bamboo basket and threw it into the boiling pot.

After a while, a bowl of wontons came out of the pot.

Two drops of sesame oil were dropped, and nothing else was added, and the stall owner brought the bowl with 3 missing mouths to Jiang Huiqin.

The wontons are very poor, the skin is thick, the meat is small, and it is not tightly wrapped, and most of the wontons are scattered. Jiang Huiqin's mind was not on the wontons, and she looked back frequently, but she didn't see the person she wanted to see.

The bluestone slab streets are full of people, gentlemen in long shirts, coolies in short shirts, young people dressed as students, rickshaw drivers and beautiful women in cheongsam.

There is no Li Mingyi.

Jiang Huiqin tilted her head, looked at the street in a daze, and tears fell when she looked at it. After crying silently for a while, Jiang Huiqin turned her head angrily, looked at the cold wontons in front of her, and tasted one.

The tears fell even harder.

Jiang Feng could see that he could hand her the paper.

Crying and crying, Li Mingyi, who was so anxious that he had a bubble on his mouth, finally found it.

"Huiqin, why did you come here to eat wontons?" Li Ming opened his mouth one by one, and Jiang Feng wanted to cover his mouth.

Teenagers falling in love should be a natural skill, how can this big brother not awaken like a congenital dysplastic innate skill.

Jiang Huiqin looked at him with a look of grievance: "Didn't you go to find your free, democratic and open life partner? What are you going to do with a feudal pedantic and ridiculous person like me?"

"Who said I'm going to find some free, democratic, and open people? Huiqin, can you be reasonable?"

My aunt, I beg you to stop talking!

Jiang Feng watched from the sidelines, and he couldn't wait to take the wontons on the table and stuff them into his mouth, plugging his mouth and telling him to stop talking, wasn't that string of sweet words last night very smooth? Why is it so rigid and iron today?

"Then you go find someone else who is reasonable!" Jiang Huiqin looked away, looking at the bowl, and the tears the size of beans crackled and fell into the wonton soup.

The two were silent for a moment.

"Don't cry. Li Mingyi took out a handkerchief, gently wiped away the tears on Jiang Huiqin's face, and said softly: "My eyes are swollen from crying, and it won't look good when I take pictures." ”

"Who wants to take pictures, don't you think my embroidered clothes are ugly?" Jiang Huiqin whispered.

"You look good in whatever you wear, and in my eyes you're the best looking person in the world. ”

"Is it better looking than Ruan Yuling?"

"It's 10,000 times better than Ruan Yuling!"

"Liars. Jiang Huiqin burst into tears and laughed.

Li Mingyi took Jiang Huiqin's hand and walked towards the photo studio.

The girl's hand was tightly grasping the boy's hand, for fear that he would run away.

In the next second, Jiang Feng returned to the room.

Glancing at my phone, only 5 minutes had passed.

"Ding, congratulations to players for exploring new features, the game will be updated soon. ”

"The game is being updated, current progress: 0%. ”

Jiang Feng: ......

Here it is again, a suffocatingly slow update.

However, in Jiang Huiqin's memory just now, in addition to sprinkling dog food and the sour smell of love, there is also a dish made by Jiang Chengde.

Clear soup willow leaf swallow vegetables!

That dish Jiang Feng has read the whole process in all aspects, from all angles, and every detail.

It's a pity that Jiang Huiqin ran early and didn't see the final plating and soup.

Jiang Feng sat on the bed, trying to remember the method of clear soup willow leaf swallow vegetables that he had seen in Jiang Huiqin's memory.

No, it's too hard.

I only read it once, and the ingredients and processing techniques are easy to distinguish, but the heat and seasoning have not been tasted, and it is too difficult for Jiang Feng to learn it with the naked eye alone. Not to mention the essence of the dish - clear soup.

Jiang Feng only smelled the smell, and he didn't even know the ingredients that were boiled.

If he could have the ability to judge ingredients just by smelling, he wouldn't have been knocked on the head by the old man with the bottom of the pot when he was a child.

After determining that he couldn't learn the clear soup willow leaf swallow vegetables, and after reading the memory, he was completely sleepy, Jiang Feng simply went downstairs and went out to shake.

Since the beginning of the school year, it is rare to have leisure, and it is not a pity to waste time on sleeping.

Ji Yue is still drawing downstairs. Jiang Feng had spent most of the day in Jiang Huiqin's memory, but in reality, it was only a few minutes, and Ji Yue was a little surprised when she saw Jiang Feng go downstairs.

"Not sleeping?"

"Don't sleep, go out for a walk. ”

This is the time when the food street is at its loneliest.

The remnants of the autumn tiger are still there, and he is dizzy from the sun when he walks on the road, and he has no appetite at all.

Jiang Feng was thinking about one thing.

After Comrade Wang Xiulian and Jiang Jiankang knew about it, they might be mixed doubles, and then kneel on the knife rack and top the pressure cooker.