Same ingredients, same base, same method. But just because the people who do it are different, the taste will be much worse.

We call it the taste of memory.

"Your grandma is gone!"

The girl didn't answer, but he already knew the result just by the look on the other party's face.

Looking at the familiar room and the stone table, Li Qinglian took a deep breath and closed her eyes, and the picture of the past appeared in front of her.

............

Sit in a chair in the corner and watch the crowd come and go. Li Qinglian only felt a little sleepy, and even wanted to sleep.

Ha!

With a yawn, he lifted his body up to make sure he wouldn't fall asleep. After all, there are too many people here, and any one of them is an important minister of the imperial court, and it would be a headache if they really provoked that.

"Flower teaching, it's really getting more and more beautiful!"

"Haha, thank you Grandpa Liu!"

"Mulan, why don't you see your grandfather these days?"

"Grandpa said that he was going to meet his friends, so he won't come back to Chang'an for the time being!"

"Oh!

Politely responding to the people around her, Mulan walked straight to the inconspicuous figure in the corner and sat down.

"What's the matter? What are you doing here?"

"It's okay! I'm just here to join in the fun! Besides, the people here are all officialdom, and I don't know how to communicate!" Li Qinglian stretched.

"Anyway, I'm bored here alone, you and Kai have something to do, it's better to sleep. ”

Mulan smiled awkwardly and didn't say anything, just sat quietly. After a while, the call of an acquaintance was heard in the distance, and she had no choice but to leave.

"I'm sorry, I'll go first!"

"It's okay, you can go!" he said lightly.

Looking at her departing shadow, he closed his eyes and fell asleep again.

After a long time, when he woke up, the courtyard had become dark. Before he knew it, he had slept all day, the courtyard was quiet, and the crowd had left.

Only a few servants in the courtyard swept the ground over and over again with brooms in their hands, making a 'rustling' sound.

"It's been so long, it's really a long time!" he stretched his waist, and he couldn't help but sigh.

"yes! It's a bit long!"

"Who!" he turned around, only to find that there was a woman standing beside him.

In the setting sun, he couldn't see her face clearly, only the long white dress she was wearing reflecting the lotus flowers swaying in the wind. The breeze is blowing, and there is a faint fragrance from each other. Not a strong kind, but a natural taste.

"Don't you know me?" he could see her face as the other leaned down to look at him. Very clean and pretty face, without adding a trace of dirt, just like the water in Xicheng Lake.

"It's you!" he exclaimed.

"It's me, what's the matter, are you scared?" said Changsun Yun with a slight smile.

"No, I just didn't expect you to come here!" Li Qinglian said lightly.

Eldest Sun Yun raised his body, sat next to him, and gently stroked his bangs with his hand and said, "Among the people who were invited today......... There's a prime minister, so I'm here!"

"What about the others?" Li Qinglian looked around, but there was no prime minister, so her eyes fell on her.

"The prime minister has left!"

"He's gone, so why are you still here?"

Changsun Yun looked at him quietly, looking at him carefully as if he was looking at a lover, staring at his face and his eyes. Until he was shy and uncomfortable to look at.

She withdrew her gaze, looked at the huge poplar tree outside the house, and said in a very delicate and gentle voice, "I'm hungry!"

............

What does it mean to be hungry?

Li Qinglian has a deep understanding of this problem. When I first came to Chang'an, I didn't understand anything at that time. The price of anything he bought was too expensive, and he didn't have much money, so he spent that time hungry.

But even then, it can't be considered hunger. After all, he was still rich at that time, even if he ate steamed buns and drank white water, he could still eat enough.

But now?

As he walked down the street, the shops were closed. The streets were desolate, the cold wind was miserable, and the dead leaves fell with the wind, lying quietly on the ground.

Click!

When you step on it, it becomes a pile of debris in an instant. The texture is a representation of its years, the traces of life, but at the moment it is just a piece of slag in the wind and sand.

"Although half a month has passed since the night change in Chang'an, everyone still has a shadow about it. As he walked, Changsun Yun said, "I've been busy correcting after the chaos these days, and I don't have time to come to you! ”

"Promise! of course. Li Qinglian was stunned for a moment, and then nodded hurriedly.

Walking all over the street, it was hard to find a shop. The doors of the houses were closed, and the slightest sound of footsteps turned off the lights until they were far away, and the windows were back on.

The moon in the night sky is a searchlight in the dark night. The two walked on the road together, repeating their shadows, although they were unintentional but seemed quite tacit.

"It's a little cold!" Li Qinglian said.

"Yes!" Changsun Yun raised his head and looked at the fallen leaves in the sky, and couldn't help but sigh, "Autumn is coming, and the weather is starting to get cooler." This time of year always makes people feel a little bleak. ”

Not far away, there is an old willow tree on the edge of Xicheng Lake, and there is a shop with a lamp under the tree. The shopkeeper lit a kerosene lamp above the door, and the banner of the shop showed three words in the halo of kerosene lamps.

"There's a shop!" he said, reading the words on the banner.

Eldest Sun Yun also saw it and nodded, "There is a store." I don't think I can find any other shops today, so let's go there!"

"Okay!"

The two walked to the store, and as soon as they entered, they saw the owner of the store coming over, an eighty-year-old lady.

Seeing Li Qinglian and the two, the old lady greeted each other with a smile and shook the rag, "Two of you, please come here!"

Because of the poor environment, the table was placed outside, facing Xicheng Lake. Under the moonlight, the water surface of Xicheng Lake is like jasper, crystal clear, and horizontal like a mirror.

"Haggis here!" After a while, the old lady came over with a plate and placed two bowls of haggis on the table.

The hot soup was red and shiny, and the white water vapor curled like cooking smoke. Looking at the broth in front of him, Changsun Yun subconsciously leaned his head over, and his nose moved slightly like a greedy white-faced fox.

Realizing her actions, she blushed and retreated, sitting quietly. It's just that those eyes are still staring at the bowl from time to time.