"Early spring, come over and taste whether this sauce is suitable for taste. Turning his head to look at Xiang Chunzao, who was getting closer and closer, Jiang Qiu said as he handed over a spoonful of steaming sauce.

Is it jajanjangmyeon?

"Today's dinner is simple", Jiang Qiu's words before lingered in his ears, paused, walked to the kitchen door, and while taking the spoon, Xiang Chunzao saw a basin of drained noodles on the board.

Ah, it's really jajanjangmyeon!

"Well, it tastes good, salty and delicious. He took a sip of the freshly cooked sauce on the tip of the spoon, smacked his mouth twice, and nodded his head in praise to Chun Zao, feeling apprehensive in his heart.

Seeing Han Qiushi's emotions out of control several times, she couldn't help but worry that he would think of going to Grandpa Feng's house when he saw the fried noodles, and then think of those memories from before, her heart was not calm, and she couldn't hold it on her face, which made Jiang Qiu suspicious and troublesome.

"It's good to be salty and delicious. He picked up the basin and put it on the table, turned around and took out a stack of bowls, glanced at Xiang Chunzao thoughtfully, Jiang Qiu smiled, "I went to the supermarket today, unfortunately there is no sauce that we commonly use, I thought that the noodles were bought, and it was not easy to put in the summer, so I had to buy another one first." ＂

"This sauce is really good, we can change it in the future. Retracting his scattered thoughts, he took the bowl in Jiang Qiu's hand, and glanced at the bathroom subconsciously to Chunzao.

She wanted to take the first step and secretly remind Han Qiushi to let him be mentally prepared, although this pasta dish is a common dinner at home, there is nothing strange about it, but at this moment, it is better to be careful, and the topic of possible scars must not be mentioned.

But she didn't want to, as soon as her thoughts came up, just in time, the door opened, Han Qiushi walked towards the kitchen, and unfortunately, her daughter and Han Xiang also walked out of the room.

The three of them gathered together, talked and laughed, and arrived in front of Xiang Chunzao, which completely deprived her of the opportunity to talk to Han Qiushi alone.

So, in front of the children and Jiang Qiu, I could only see him staring wide-eyed, looking at the three bowls of noodles that were served, showing an indescribably complicated and strange expression, but it was not good to say anything.

"Qiu Shi, I'm tired all day, why don't you sit down and rest for a while, what are you doing standing stupidly?" This kid was a little stuffy as soon as he entered the door, was there too much pressure at work? Coming over with a large plate of cucumber shreds, Jiang Qiu muttered in his heart.

"Oh, I... I didn't expect that... Turning his head to meet his mother's concerned gaze, his heart was empty, Han Qiushi panicked for a while, and his mouth was unfavorable.

"I didn't expect it?I didn't expect anything?" put down the plate, Jiang Qiu was confused.

How can this be? Usually treat people and things, and the small meetings of the conference are all well organized and easy to deal with, and this time, this pot of fried noodles that is so ordinary can produce such consequences.

Could it be that it is too much anxiety, which causes the brain to be overloaded and malfunctioning, so that it cannot even express a complete sentence clearly?

Seeing Han Qiushi's blushing face, Xiang Chunzao, who was quickly looking for the reason, was in a hurry: "Oh, on the way back, the two of us were still chattering, the weather is so hot, I don't know if I will eat fried noodles tonight, but the result is really, it was too pleasant, so Qiu Shi was so excited that he said something unfavorable." ＂

"That's right, that's great, it's great. After patting his son, Jiang Qiu smiled, "It seems that we have a little understanding and have thought of one place." ＂

"Yes, yes, yes, I really thought of one place, and my mother knows us best. Picking up a bowl of matching fried noodles and gently placing it in his mother's position, Han Qiushi's palms were full of sweat.

I almost messed up, but fortunately, Sister Chunzao broke the siege and wiped her hands with two tissues, and Han Qiushi smiled knowingly at the Spring Morning Report.

"Okay, okay, it's all ready, it's time to eat. Jiang Qiu, who had returned from the kitchen, sat down in his seat, swept around, and picked up chopsticks.

"Grandma, today's sauce tastes different, slightly sweet. After a few bites, she pursed her lips, Liu Miao looked at Jiang Qiu, a little strange.

She didn't understand how the old lady, who had been making this family heirloom dish in strict accordance with her preconceived habits, suddenly changed her mind.

"Oh, I changed the sauce, how does it taste? Do you like it?" Raising his head, looking at Liu Miao, Jiang Qiu's eyes were full of anticipation.

"It's delicious! I like it!" Without waiting for Liu Miao to answer, Han Rui screamed with wide eyes.

"Grandma, I like it too, it tastes good. Tilting his head and smiling, Han Xiang flashed his big eyes when he met his grandmother's eyes.

"Good, you three good babies will really warm grandma's heart, like it, like it! A kind gaze swept over the grandchildren, and Jiang Qiu suddenly turned around, "What about you, why don't you speak?"

"Me, I'm the same. The scene of eating at Grandpa Feng's house was emerging in front of him, and when he was asked coldly by his mother, Han Qiushi was stunned again, but fortunately he kept up this time.

"Well, it's good that you all like it, the old taste has been eaten for so long, and I was worried that you would not adapt to the new one, so good, so I can rest assured. As if talking to himself naturally, after speaking, lowering his head, Jiang Qiu continued to eat noodles.

Old Taste, New Taste... Old tastes and new flavors, Mom's words sound incoherent, but in fact there are words in them.

Growing up, this jajangmyeon dish has been the same for almost all of my upbringing, so much so that I had the illusion that jajangmyeon should look like this and taste like this.

The miso that is the main ingredient of jajanjangmyeon has always been varied, and even if it was out of stock in the past, I would rather not eat it for many days, but I had to wait for the arrival of the same kind of goods, why did I suddenly change my mind today and no longer insist?

Why? Why? Could it be that my mother's heart has been shocked, she has learned from the pain, she has changed her direction, and she has released her emotions? So that she is willing to try and accept change? So that there is no recurrence of the old disease?

The tendony noodles seemed to be difficult to bite, chewed, and swallowed, frowning slightly, Han Qiu's heart was in a mess, and he couldn't figure it out.

No, don't look at Aunt Jiang's smile, it's the same as usual, but at this time her mood is not calm, but turbulent.

In this way, she is suggesting to her son and us that she wants to get out of her mind, that she wants to welcome new strength, that she will no longer close herself, that she will be brave in the face of the happiness or suffering that is coming.

The sixth sense flashed with sparks, thinking of these, put down the chopsticks, looked at the empty plates, empty bowls, and smiled at Chunzao, feeling very good.