What surprised me a little was that there was a crystal clear plum bottle on the red oil table, but there were no plum blossoms in the bottle, neither red nor white plums, if I am not mistaken, there were roses in it, several roses that had been fully bloomed, but not white roses, nor common red roses, but some black roses that made people feel mysterious.

I remember the first time I looked over, I didn't think there was anyone next to the red oil table, but when I looked the second time, I saw a man sitting there gracefully. I thought I was dazzled, but after rubbing my eyes, I saw that there was a person sitting there.

It was a woman! a woman with a lot of taste. Let's put it this way, when a woman sits there and you can feel her elegance and charm, then this woman must be very attractive.

I looked at her carefully and found this woman to be strange, because I couldn't tell how old she was. Say that she is already a, but people's skin is white and smooth, say she is a young and beautiful girl, but from her autumn-like eyes, I have seen a lot of life experience. Over the years, I have met many women, Huan Feiyan is thin, cold and arrogant like Chai Juan, reasonable like Hu Mint, and arrogant like Ao Bingbing, the princess of the East China Sea, but like this woman in front of me, half of whom is seawater and the other half is flame, I have really never seen it.

She didn't wear any heavy makeup, not even a thin powder, some were just plain faces, but the skin on her face was as smooth and delicate as a freshly peeled egg white. Coupled with a head of hair and eyes like autumn water, even the most picky man has to be moved.

"Little brother, you're here, I don't know what you want to eat?" As soon as I entered the door, the woman saw me at a glance, and she did not panic in the slightest, but stood up gracefully, and then greeted naturally. At first glance, her style and reaction are no different from the proprietress of other hotels, but only when you are there will you understand the big difference.

Because her voice is so charming, there are so many female anchors in the human world, none of them can compare to one ten-thousandth of her, that kind of tranquil smile, and natural reaction, which makes me feel like a dream. It's like when I was a child, I came home from school and saw my mom with an incomparable sense of intimacy, and of course, half of the wedding night, when I lifted the red hijab of mint. I was stunned and just stood there, without speaking or expression.

I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, but after I came back to my senses, I counted the black roses on the red oil table, no more, no less than thirteen. I remember there seems to be a saying that thirteen is a bad omen, and it seems that I really have to be careful today.

I made up my mind, and then I walked over and sat down on the red oil bench. Of course, I didn't make the same stool as the woman, because then I was afraid that I would not be able to resist the temptation. After sitting down, I knocked on the table rhythmically and said, "Beauty, I don't know what your signature dish is here?"

"There are no signature dishes, but it can be said that they are all signature dishes. Because no matter what the little brother ordered, he would taste the taste of the food that had never been seen before. ”

The woman's tone was very loud, but because her expression was in place, it gave people a very polite feeling, so I didn't feel any discomfort because of her big words. That's pretty powerful, because it's not like anyone who says something like that, which is self-aggrandizing, and the listener feels very comfortable.

So, I laughed, then shrugged my shoulders and said, "Okay, beauty, you just watch the food is served." Maybe it's called an alternative way of watching people put on the plate, right?"

"Little brother is really good at joking. "This enigmatic woman, once she laughs, doesn't even seem to be so delicate with the black rose next to her.

I smiled faintly again: "I never joke with strange women, even if it is a beautiful woman." ”

The woman's smile was even more soul-grabbing: "Meet me, my name is Rose." Now that you know my name, then you and I are not strangers. So, if you want to make a joke, just open it, whether it's meat or vegetarian, I can afford it. And it won't turn its face. Little brother, why not?

"Yes and no, how do you want me to answer?" Because I just can't help it.

Good guy, this rose is very powerful, I haven't done anything about it, she has already posted it, and listening to the meaning of her words, there seems to be no difference from the legendary red fruit, if you have to find out the difference, it is that her behavior is more high-end, so people can accept it with peace of mind.

Rose knows how to advance and retreat, grasp the right proportion, and will not force me at all, after hearing me say this, she suddenly changed her words and said: "Little brother, since I am a restaurant here, then I will ask you dutifully, are you hungry?"

Since you come to a restaurant, it is absolutely natural for people to ask you if you are hungry. So I patted my five internal organs temple, and then said with a big grin: "Beauty, you are asking the truth, but it is also nonsense, just imagine, if I am not hungry, what am I doing in this restaurant?

Black Rose smiled and said, "Little brother, don't call me aunt, when I come, I'm not that old, and you will only call me old." Second, I'm not a little dragon girl, and you're not Yang Guo, what do you want my aunt to do?"

"It's a belly call, it has nothing to do with me!" I didn't expect Rose to be so humorous, and I didn't expect that I would suddenly make myself a generation shorter, but although it was a generation shorter, I was amused, laughing so much that my stomach hurt, I didn't expect that the end of calling my aunt was so serious.

Rose was also amused by me: "Little brother, you are really funny. But then again, what exactly do you want to eat?"

Since she is serious, then I will also be serious: "I will eat whatever you do, this is called a guest and a host!"

Rose thought for a while, and with a smile, she revealed two beautiful dimples: "Actually, my favorite thing to make is gnocchi, do you eat it?"

"Gnocchi?" were just three words, but I read them out almost word for word. Rose's words were completely out of my expectations, I thought Rose was going to say something about shark fin soup or something, but who knew that she said that the gnocchi of the soil can no longer be soiled.

Whether she is really good at gnocchi, or whether she has ulterior motives, I don't really understand in my heart. It's not that I look down on gnocchi, in fact, I've loved eating gnocchi since I was a child. But why did Rose know this? Did she do it on purpose or did she stumble upon it? All of a sudden, I thought this homely chef was very weird, and this rose was a little bit incredible.

Rose looked at me, and suddenly said, "Little brother, why don't you like to eat gnocchi?" Then I'll make something else, but I'm not as good as gnocchi when I make something else." ”

I looked at Rose carefully, trying to find out what intrigue she had on her face, but it didn't work out, for she was so open that she had no intention of evading it. The two of us just looked at each other, and after a long time, I whispered, "Okay, that's it, you'll make gnocchi." ”

Rose hummed, then pulled back the screen, revealing an unusually clean kitchenette in front of me. As the saying goes, although the sparrow is small, although this kitchen is small, but I look very kind and familiar, almost exactly the same as our kitchen when I was a child.

Rose tied an apron with flowers on a blue background to her body, and then began to operate. Her technique turned out to be the same as my mother when I was younger, with beautiful and skillful movements.

Just as I remember, inside the mouth of the room, against the wall, there were two and a half large iron pots with wooden lids.

In the countryside, this kind of equipment is very common, but most people's iron pots and wooden pots have a lot of ash and other things on the bottom of the pot, but the two pots here are clean, just like when my mother was young. I was stunned again, if I hadn't said to myself dozens of times that this was not my home, then my mother would have screamed out a long time ago.

I'm sure that this girl named Rose and I haven't crossed paths before, and it's definitely the first time we've met, but why does she have a kitchenette that's exactly like my childhood?

I wanted to ask her directly, but after thinking about it, I held back, I thought she was doing it on purpose, so I wanted to see what she wanted to do.

I saw that Rose first quickly boiled water in the pot on the left, and then poured a little rapeseed oil into the pot on the right. He took a white porcelain bowl and poured half a bowl of flour. Then he dipped a bamboo chopstick in water and sprinkled it into the bowl, and the good guy, as if he was playing a trick, suddenly a lot of pearl-like dough appeared in the bowl.

I was stunned by this series of actions. Because these kinds of gnocchi making a series of actions are my mother's own originality, as far as I know, in my hometown, in the nearby ten miles and eight towns, no one will do this kind of gnocchi that is both beautiful and trouble-free.