His shoulders were already soaked with snow and ice, and his hair behind him was also dyed white by the wind and snow, Yang Ming frowned slightly, and then looked around for a place where he could avoid the snow.

"There you go. ”

What catches your eye is a black door with a maid depicted on it, and a small wooden sign hanging from it.

- "Izumae Ichicho Restaurant".

When did such a restaurant open here? Yang Ming tried to think about it in his mind, but unfortunately he couldn't think of anything. What happened in the past and what didn't happen, many, many memories have faded with time and age, or intertwined and mixed into a mess of mud.

Speaking of which, he didn't eat dinner, and he was really a little hungry, he held the hot gold doorknob and twisted it gently.

"Jingle Bell-" The crisp sound of the bell sounded, and the brightness that poured from inside the door made Yang Ming, who had been wandering in the night, squint his eyes unconsciously.

"Welcome!" came a girl's voice from inside, "Do you need to order?"

The area in the restaurant is not very large, but it is clean and warm, and the lighting is soft with a warm yellowish tone.

There are greenery in the corners, and near the door there is a flower stand with a few pots of vibrant unknown flowers, the pale green color of which matches the background so well that it is a pleasure to look at.

There were several tables of customers sitting in the store, Yang Ming picked a place to sit in the corner, and then the girl who didn't know whether it was the store manager or the waiter came over with a menu.

"Here's the menu, please take your time and I'll be back to order for you later. ”

"Hmm. ”

Along with the menu, there was also a glass of warm boiled water, Yang Ming picked it up and took a sip, and when he looked at the menu again, he raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"It's still handwritten. ”

The upright text, the interval between the characters is almost the same, and the English annotations in the flower font are also marked below, which seems to show the meticulous character of the writer.

The dishes on the menu are very miscellaneous, and the kung pao chicken and back to the pot are followed by tempura and red wine steak, which makes people sigh a little that this restaurant is brain-opening, but the illustrations in the corners of the menu are quite exquisite, and he unconsciously turned the whole menu and turned to the first page again.

"What's good to eat?" There were too many choices, but it made people feel like they didn't know where to start, and Yang Ming's gaze drifted on the paper until it stayed somewhere on the menu.

"Egg fried rice?" he couldn't help but be in a trance.

"It's been a long time since I've eaten this. The moment he saw the name, Yang Ming decided without thinking, "Boss, please bring me an egg fried rice." ”

"Okay!" responded to him with the girl's crisp voice.

Maybe it's because people love nostalgia when they're older, and sitting on the soft seat, his thoughts unconsciously flew to the summer of thirteen.

At that time, he got the system in the Hokage world, and since then he has changed his ordinary life.

The words and things that were said and done at that time are still vivid in my mind today.

It's strange to say, next year when I'm older, I can't remember a lot of things, but these things are like pearls in the gravel, washed clean by the waves of time, shining in the corners of memory, and even every detail is moving.

At that time, of course, Yang Ming didn't know how to cook, so he just got the system and did it step by step according to the recipe.

Until the end, the only dish that Yang Ming could make was beef ramen and then egg fried rice.

That should be the simplest cooking Yang Ming knows, right? The stir-fry of rice and eggs seems to be something that everyone can do. But following the steps of the system, it has a faint smooth and fresh fragrance, and it is not greasy at all, as if there is a happy and gentle light, even if it is picky like Yang Ming, you can happily eat a big bowl.

Elsewhere, though, it's hard to get the kind of egg fried rice you make.

The egg fried rice in many restaurants is so greasy that it is simply disturbing, and the egg is an egg and the rice is a rice, which has not been blended together at all, which is far from the egg fried rice made by Yang Ming himself.

Yang Ming couldn't help but regret a little, why did he order egg fried rice, no matter what, it couldn't be comparable to the taste in his memory, right?

"Egg fried rice is here! I've kept you waiting!" the girl, who had just asked him what he wanted to eat, walked back with a plate of golden egg fried rice.

"It's pretty good. ”

It is the most common kind of egg fried rice, only the combination of eggs, rice and chopped green onions, and there is no burden of ham or chicken. But there are no eggs on the white plate, only golden grains of rice piled up, like heavy ears of rice after the autumn harvest.

Yang Ming picked up the spoon and gently scooped it up, and a wisp of refreshing fragrance wafted over, and he couldn't even smell the slightest smell of oil.

"This turned out to be...... Egg fried rice?"

The crisp texture of the egg fried rice is simply stunning, and the aroma of the eggs and green onions blends evenly together, creating a unique flavor with the warm aroma of rice.

"It's delicious......"

Golden, green, and white, three distinct colors blend together to create a clear and delicious taste.

It's hard to imagine that a simple egg fried rice can be so delicious, from the tip of the tongue to the base of the tongue, and then down the throat and esophagus to the stomach, the body that has been sleeping for a long time is gradually awakened with shouts.

"What a nostalgic taste...... Yang Ming closed his eyes and savored the familiar taste in his mouth.

It's familiar, but it's not quite right, the bowl in front of me is obviously beyond the cooking skills of the stall chef, but due to the beautification of memory, this egg fried rice coincides with the one in memory.

"Hey!"

A familiar shout suddenly sounded in his ears, and Yang Ming looked up to see that he was meeting a pair of familiar black eyes.

Yang Ming stood at the origin and was stunned for a long time before he smiled bitterly, wanting to put away his illusory thoughts.

However, although he tried to restrain his thoughts, his brain was completely out of his control.

"Thank you for the egg fried rice, it was really delicious. ”

Yang Ming stood up, and on the table in front of him, there was a clean plate that had been eaten to the bottom.

"Poor hospitality. In the face of the guest's compliment, the girl bowed her head a little embarrassedly, "Welcome back!"

The snow came and went as fast as he could, and by the time he went out, the blizzard that had just seemed like it was about to flood the entire city was gone.

Before and after passing through the door of this restaurant, Yang Ming's mood has changed greatly.

"Where do we go next?"