"Yo! Quite a big temper, Brother Stinky Wrigley, ungrateful fellow!"

"Yueyue, why do you call Brother Rhino Brother Wrigley. ”

"When he picked me up this afternoon, a boy accosted him like a fly, and then I pointed to the one just now as a shield, so I called him Brother Wrigley!"

"And what do you say he's ungrateful?"

"This is a long story, as soon as I say this, I am also angry, what virtue did he have just now, he actually bullied and yelled at me, someone touched him that day, hum, if I didn't stand up, if it wasn't for my cousin...... That guy was slaughtered by a group of people, I let him lose hundreds of thousands less, he was so fierce to me today, isn't it ungrateful?" Su Yue gritted her teeth.

"I see, I went to wash the dishes. ”

"No, Sister An, I'll wash it, I can't let that guy look flat, what Miss Princess, where am I so hypocritical, I'll wash it! Hmph, I'm angry with me, Death Wrigley!

Hearing Su Yue couldn't help but scold Wrigley again, An Xirou covered her mouth and smiled.

"This is a pair of enemies, and it is estimated that this family will be very lively in the future!"

After returning to the room, Xi Ming thought about whether he had scolded a little heavier just now, saying that her princess was sick and that she ate white food, and the girl was so angry that her face turned green.

But if you say it, you can say it, and it's okay.

Xi Ming read the book for a while, charged it for a while, and then fell asleep.

Wake up the next day and go to exercise early.

When he came back, An Xirou also got up, and she was sketching in front of the morning light.

It was the rising sun of the sea.

In the kitchen, there was a burst of ping-pong, Su Yue was in the kitchen?

That girl has changed her temperament, which surprised Xi Ming, it seems that it is better to be a man, some people still can't get used to it, otherwise rub their nose and face, that guy knows how to make breakfast.

Xi Ming took a shower, and when he came out again, there were three bowls of steaming Yangchun noodles on the table.

There was still ping-pong in the kitchen.

When Xi Ming was about to go in and take a look, the two came out, but they looked a little embarrassed.

Su Yue held three poached eggs and proudly placed them on the dining table, she held her chest up and said, "One for each person." ”

The spring noodles are good, and the poached eggs are a little dark.

But seeing that she was so diligent, Xi Ming smiled, "It's hard work, and I'm sorry last night, I spoke a little heavier." ”

"It's okay, Miss Ben doesn't remember the villain, Miss Ben wants you to know that I don't have the prince and princess disease, eat." ”

Looking at the steaming Yangchun noodles, this is the first woman to cook Yangchun noodles for herself in addition to her mother, Xi Ming is a little generous in his heart, since his rebirth, he has almost eaten a lot of delicacies, but this bowl of Yangchun noodles makes him feel better than those delicacies.

Snow-white noodles, green onions and a few leaves, it was a very warm taste......

Xi Ming picked up the chopsticks and tasted Yangchun noodles, his eyes widened.

He didn't expect this bowl of Yangchun noodles to be so delicious.

"The Yangchun noodles I make are made with my heart, of course they are delicious, and I only know Yangchun noodles. ”

"You're only going to have a spring face?"

"Sister Yue, looking at the way you fried eggs, it's true that you can't cook, but why do you make Yangchun noodles, I'm too curious. ”

Xi Ming also nodded.

"Haven't you seen a movie?"

What movie?

"A bowl of Yangchun noodles" It seems that I learned Yangchun noodles in that movie.

So magical, you can learn it by watching a movie?

What is that movie going to be?

Xi Ming asked as he ate.

This Yangchun noodle is really delicious.

It's really unwilling not to gossip!

That movie.

Let me tell you about it.

It was the night of the thirtieth day of the Chinese New Year's Eve.

A noodle shop.

Just as the last customer went out and the owner said it was closing, the door was opened.

A woman walked in with two children, aged six and ten.

The woman, on the other hand, wore a short coat of unseasonable slanted checker.

"Welcome!" the proprietress stepped forward to greet her.

"Uh...... Yangchun noodles...... A bowl of ...... Is that okay?" the woman asked timidly. The two little boys hid behind their mother, and also looked timidly at the proprietress as well.

"Okay, please, please sit here," the proprietress said, leading the mother and son to sit at table No. 2 near the heating, and shouted to the counter, "A bowl of Yangchun noodles!"

The boss, who heard the shout, glanced up at the three of them, and replied, "Okay! A bowl of Yangchun noodles——"

The boss grabbed a bunch of noodles, then added half of them and put them in the pot together. The proprietress immediately realized that this was specially given to the mother and son by her husband.

The hot Yangchun noodles were put on the table, and the mother and son immediately gathered around the bowl of noodles and ate them head to head.

"It's delicious!" said my brother.

"Mom eats it too!" the younger brother took a chopstick of noodles and sent it to his mother's mouth.

After a while, the noodles were finished and I paid for a bowl.

"Thank you for your hospitality," the mother and son thanked and walked out of the store.

"Thank you, and have a great year!" replied the boss and the hostess.

The year passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, it was Chinese New Year's Eve.

The lady saw the unseasonal tarnified short coat on the woman's body, and remembered the three last customers on Chinese New Year's Eve last year.

“…… Belch...... A bowl of Yangchun noodles...... Is that okay?"

"Please, please sit inside," the proprietress led them to last year's table No. 2, "a bowl of Yangchun noodles—" "Okay"

"Hey, kid daddy, give them three bowls, okay?"

The proprietress whispered in the boss's ear.

"No, if that were the case, they might be embarrassed. ”

The boss said, grabbed half of the noodles and put them in the pot.

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

"I can eat Yangchun noodles here again this year. ”

"If only I could come back next year......

After eating, I paid for a bowl of noodles. The proprietress looked at their backs, "Thank you, I wish you all a good year!"

Time flies, and the third year of Chinese New Year's Eve is ushered in.

By half past ten, there were no more customers in the store, but the proprietress and the proprietress were still waiting for the arrival of the mother and son. They're coming. The elder brother and younger brother were wearing old clothes, and both brothers were grown up and a little unrecognizable. Mother was still wearing the unseasonable, somewhat faded coat.

“…… Belch...... Two bowls of Yangchun noodles...... Is that okay?" asked the mother timidly.

"Two bowls of Yangchun noodles!"

"Okay, two bowls of Yangchun noodles-"

The boss replied and put the three bowls of noodles into the pot.

The mother and son ate two bowls of Yangchun noodles, talking and laughing.

"Da'er, Chun'er, today, as a mother, I want to thank you. "Thank you, ?...... to us Why?"

"Really, because your father died in a traffic accident and owed money to eight people during his lifetime. I paid off the pension in full, and the remaining part was repaid in five installments every month. ”

"We all know that. ”

The proprietress and hostess were at the counter, listening intently.

"The rest of the debt will be paid off by March next year. ”

"Ah, is that true, Mom?"

"It's true. My eldest brother supports me by delivering newspapers every day, and Chun'er helps me with grocery shopping and cooking every day, so I can work with peace of mind. Because I work hard, we'll be fine next year. ”

"Yes, Mom, brother, from now on, I will still take care of the daily cooking!" Brother, let's work together. Live well!"

The younger brother said, "Mom, when I grow up, I want to open the No. 1 noodle restaurant in Beihai, and I also want to say to customers like the owner and the proprietress of the shop, work hard, I wish you happiness, thank you." ”

At this moment, the boss and the proprietress who were listening attentively to the mother and son at the counter were nowhere to be seen. Behind the counter, I saw the two of them squatting facing each other, a towel, each holding one end, wiping the tears that came out of their eyes.

At the dining table, the mother and son held each other's hands quietly for a long time. Then he laughed merrily. Compared to last year, it looks like a completely different place.

After eating, I paid for two bowls of noodles.

"Thank you for your hospitality," the mother and son bowed their heads deeply and walked out of the store.

"Thank you and have a great year!"

The proprietress and the hostess shouted their blessings and watched them go......

It's Chinese New Year's Eve again. In the Beihai Pavilion Noodle Restaurant, after nine o'clock in the evening, a sign for an appointment seat was placed on the No. 2 table, waiting for the arrival of the mother and son. However, the three of them were never seen on this day.

One year and another year, Table 2 waited silently. But the mother and son still didn't show up.

As the business of Beihaiting Noodle Restaurant became more and more prosperous, the tables and chairs were replaced with new ones, but the No. 2 table remained the same, and the owner and his wife not only did not feel incongruous, but placed the No. 2 table in the center of the store. "Why did you put this old table in the middle of the store?" said some customers.

So, the boss and his wife told them the story of "a bowl of Yangchun noodles". And said that seeing this table is an incentive for himself. Moreover, maybe the mother and son will come one day, and at this time, I want to use this table to greet them.

In this way, the story about Table 2 made Table 2 a table of happiness. Customers spread the word everywhere, some people came from far away, some schoolgirls and some young couples, all to the second table to eat a bowl of Yangchun noodles. Table 2 also became famous.

Time passes, year after year.

One day, two young men in suits and leather shoes and a woman arrived.

"Hello, we are the third mother and son fourteen years ago, we are here to visit, and I want to trouble you to cook three bowls of Yangchun noodles. ”

"Hey, child, what are you doing standing there? Every Chinese New Year's Eve for more than ten years, aren't you waiting for their arrival? Quick, invite them to a seat, quickly!"

"Huan...... Welcome, please, please be seated...... Child, his father, three bowls of Yangchun noodles on table two——"

"Okay-three bowls of Yangchun noodles-"

Outside the store, the snowflakes that were still fluttering just now have stopped at this moment. The snow reflects the clear windows, and the curtain that reads "Beihai Pavilion Noodle Restaurant" is shaking and floating in the breeze of the New Year......

The movie touched me, and then I learned Yangchun noodles.

Do you want to work the spring noodles?

"Alright!" Xi Ming was convinced, and he almost burst into tears.

When everyone finished eating, Xi Ming came to the kitchen to wash the dishes.

The kitchen was a mess.

"Damn, is this a fire or a robbery?"