The people of Beijing pay the most attention to etiquette.

Since it was close to noon, there was no reason to let the guests go hungry. Regardless of the abundance and frugality, you have to serve a lunch with all your heart.

On that day, "Sugar Heart" prepared fried noodles.

Unlike ordinary people's fried pork sauce, "Sugar Heart" is so light, and her sauce is fried with shrimp skin.

The four colors of "noodles" are a plate of cucumber shreds, a plate of boiled green beans, a plate of bean sprouts, and a plate of small radish.

The noodles are the mixed noodles that Hong Yanwu bought when he went out, boiled out and scooped in a bowl, exuding a warm bean fragrance, which hooked people's gluttony.

Of course, the place to eat is in the courtyard, with small tables, small stools, fragrant flowers and plants, and a small cool breeze blowing under the loofah stand.

In short, everything is full of the comfort, comfort, ease and casualness of the people's home......

But this meal made Ye Xuan eat very stimulated.

Because although this is an ordinary scene among the people, it is the first time she has experienced it in her life. She's never eaten jajangmyeon, and she's never sat in the yard like this and ate casually.

Her parents don't know how to cook themselves. When she was a child, she followed her parents to eat in the cafeteria, which was a big pot and a big spatula, and a big pot and bowl of Northeast flavor. Although there are military cooks in the family now, considering the origin of their parents, the people who arranged them are also from Anhui.

Either way, it lacks bourgeois style, is not aesthetic or elegant, and only braves the heat of pragmatism. To put it bluntly, there is no breath of life, there is a lack of emotional communication, and eating is eating.

So she didn't expect that she would be able to express her feelings so easily with a casual meal.

What Ye Xuan saw in his eyes was that Hong Yanwu and "Sugar Heart" were sitting at the dinner table, whispering intimately.

What they are talking about is nothing more than firewood, rice, oil and salt, and nothing more than the shortcomings of the east and the west.

What else is "eating noodles, eating noodles without putting sauce, and shelling Jiaomin Lane." Eat noodles and eat noodles without shelving, and bombard the British house. Eat noodles and eat noodles without vinegar, and bombard Xishiku. "This set of incomprehensible and inexplicable jokes.

But although there is nothing really meaningful and substantial, even a hammer in the east and a stick in the west. But the joy of their communication and their devotion are extremely vivid.

That's not all, "Sugar Heart" consciously took the bowl in front of Hong Yanwu to mix noodles for him, put sauce, pour vinegar, and add "noodles".

Hong Yanwu took a large head of garlic, peeled them one by one and threw them in a bowl, and then deliberately picked out a few small white and tender ones, put them in a small plate, and pushed them to "Sugar Heart".

The two of them were skillful, neither of them asked, and they were obviously familiar with each other's requirements, and they had obviously repeated them countless times.

This kind of tacit understanding, implied tenderness, really couldn't help but surprise Ye Xuan, in her eyes, this was a completely unimaginable existence.

In the Ye family, her parents are certainly recognized as a model couple by the army. But their minds are all about work, and their daily conversations rarely involve family.

Except for the education of several children, the basic discussions were about politics, the situation, the work arrangements of the troops, and personnel trends.

The father couldn't figure out his own salary, the mother couldn't figure out the family's income and expenses, and they couldn't figure out the size of each other's clothes and the birthdays of their children.

Speaking of which, it is rare that her parents remember her birthday, but they often mistake her actual age, either one more or one year less.

In the past, she didn't think anything was wrong with this. Because the families around her are all like that.

Even because of the influence of the people around her, she once thought that the hot kang head of her wife and children was the most vulgar embodiment of people. Only the grass people who are idle and have nothing serious to do will focus their lives on these trivial things.

So she has never understood Hong Yanwu's "pursuit", she thinks that he is capable, knowledgeable, visionary, and good at communicating with people, obviously has elite qualities and can do great things, why is he willing to fall behind?

But now she doesn't think so. Seeing Hong Yanwu and "Sugar Heart" so harmoniously warm, she couldn't tell what it was like in her heart, she was a little uncomfortable to live or die, but she was very moved and warm, and she was also aggrieved and sad.

For the first time, she felt that her life was not as perfect as she imagined, and she suddenly understood why Hong Yanwu had that "alternative idea".

She couldn't help but think, this kind of work is beautiful, how good it would be if I could exchange it with this Tang Xin. Or how nice it would be if I were their relatives.

But she is not a "sugar heart" after all, and they are not related by blood. In their eyes, she is just Ye Xuan. An outsider, a guest.

They don't know anything about her inner movements, especially Hong Yanwu, who is completely heartless, just talking and laughing with "Sugar Heart", and refuses to even look at her.

"I'm going to eat garlic too!"

Finally, Ye Xuan was so jealous that she couldn't bear it anymore. She looked at Hong Yanwu and "Sugar Heart" with watery eyes in her eyes, and made a rather aggrieved voice.

She didn't know who she was aiming for, and she didn't know who she wanted attention, but she was very persistent in asking for it.

Hong Yanwu was stunned when he heard this. He asked, completely incredulous, "Yo, don't you never eat garlic?"

But "Sugar Heart" didn't talk nonsense, and responded to Ye Xuan's request very intimately. She immediately peeled a fresh head of garlic and picked the smallest, most tender cloves for her.

Ye Xuan glared at Hong Yanwu angrily, and then followed the example of the two of them, and took a bite of garlic fiercely, chewing it regardless of it.

The small and delicate garlic cloves were bright and round, making a "clacking" sound in her mouth. But before she chewed twice, a spicy breath rushed to the top of her head, and a mouth clearly did not belong to her.

It's not that she's angry or spicy, her tears just came down. In her embarrassing teary eyes, Hong Yanwu and "Sugar Heart" hurriedly threw down the bowl in their hands to take care of her mouth that couldn't be closed.

After eating noodles and drinking water first, Hong Yanwu also took a few pieces of candy, and finally suppressed the vigorous spiciness.

"Sugar Heart" was about to take away the rest of the garlic, but Ye Xuan didn't let it when she saw it. "Don't take it, I'm going to eat it again. ”

Hong Yanwu dissuaded, "You can't eat garlic at all, don't tease." Aren't you afraid of spicy?"

Ye Xuan glanced at him and said stubbornly, "Don't be afraid." You can all eat it, and I can ...... too."

"Sugar Heart" looked at Ye Xuan and smiled like a stubborn child. So he complied with her wishes, kept the garlic, and said with special care, "This is not new garlic, it's a little spicy, you have to eat a little bit slowly, be careful." ”

The care of "Sugar Heart" gives Zipier Garlic a kind of tenderness, and Hong Yanwu's snickering makes Zipier Garlic have a kind of challenging charm.

In short, garlic is irresistible, Ye Xuan, who has never eaten garlic, gradually felt the fun in the meantime, and ate a bowl of ordinary noodles heartily and heartily.

She has never forgotten the taste of this meal in her life.

The fried noodles made by "Sugar Heart" can hook the soul!

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