Xuan Lin smiled flatteringly, and there was a bit of flattery in his tone: "Of course, the third sister-in-law who loves me the most, your skills are even better." Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info"

In good conscience, the two sides are evenly divided, and there is no difference between high and low.

But Mo'er is her own family, and her own family naturally wants to support her family's field.

"What's wrong with you, why are you all looking at me like this?" Sensing that Mo'er Qu Tianlin was looking at him with strange eyes, Xuan Lin asked a little uncomfortably.

"Is this sister's clear soup noodles really better than mine?" A young boy's voice suddenly came from behind him.

Xuan Lin was stunned for a moment, shocked that someone came behind him, but he didn't realize it?!

He turned to look behind him, only to see that the handsome young man was standing behind him at some point, and at this time, the words that the shopkeeper said before not to provoke this handsome man rang in his ears, and it was not until this moment that Xuan Lin confirmed that this handsome young man was indeed a master.

Seeing that Xuan Lin had been looking at himself and did not answer, Wu Fan repeated impatiently: "The clear soup noodles made by this sister are really better than mine?" ”

"Indeed." Xuan Lin, who came back to his senses, nodded confidently.

When Wu Fan heard this answer, not only was he not angry, but his emotionless eyes were brighter: "Sister, are you willing to accept my challenge?" ”

The young man's eyes showed that expectant look, so Mo'er couldn't help refusing, so she nodded and agreed: "Yes, where is the kitchen?" ”

"I'll take you." There was a burst of ecstasy, if it weren't for the difference between men and women, he would have wanted to pull Mo'er and take her to the kitchen with light skills.

"Husband, I'll go to the kitchen with this little brother." Although these etiquettes have never been bound by these etiquettes between their husband and wife, in front of outsiders, Mo'er still explained to Qu Tianlin.

How could Qu Tianlin not know Mo'er's thoughts, a smile bloomed on the corner of his mouth: "Lady, you go." Cheer for you! ”

Wu Fan looked at the loving couple from the side, and couldn't help but recall in his mind the picture of him when he was very young and his parents were still very affectionate......

Realizing that he actually went back to think about that man, Wu Fan's mood became a little colder.

The back kitchen of this cloud wants to live is as elegant as its front yard, and there is no smoke smell in ordinary kitchens at all.

Wu Fan took Mo'er to clean her hands first, and then he took Mo'er to the long table in the center of the kitchen: "Sister, you wait first, I'll go to the flour." ”

Mo'er originally thought that Wu Fan's so-called waiting, but she just waited, she didn't expect Wu Fan to come back after going out for a quarter of an hour.

Touching Mo'er's inquiring eyes, Wu Fan was a little embarrassed and said, "It takes some time to grind flour, I just went to the yard to pick some shallots and cabbage sum." ”

Mo'er nodded, but didn't say anything.

In fact, when she was eating the bowl of clear soup noodles just now, she found that the bowl of clear soup noodles was particularly fresh, whether it was the fragrant flour flavor, or the crisp and refreshing choy sum, or the soup, it was so delicious, so she already knew that the flour used to make noodles was freshly ground.

With all the ingredients in place, the two of them began to make noodles.

In fact, the process of cooking clear soup noodles is the simplest of all noodle soups, and as the name suggests, clear soup noodles are basically without condiments.

Mo'er first boils a pot of hot water before kneading the dough, if this noodle wants to be strong, the ratio of water to flour is very important, and if it is thinned or dried, the taste of the noodles pulled out will not be good.

After the noodles were pulled out, the water in the pot was also boiling, and Mo'er put the noodles in the pot, covered and continued to cook for a while, then she lifted the lid again, added the appropriate salt, choy sum, and finally sprinkled a handful of chopped green onions and a spoonful of sesame oil.

When Mo'er drizzles sesame oil on the noodles, the fragrance is overflowing and makes people appetite.

"I lost." When the noodles made by Mo'er were completed, Wu Fan opened his mouth to admit defeat.

Mo'er was stunned and looked at Wu Fan suspiciously.

However, Wu Fan didn't say anything, walked out of the kitchen alone, and sat down on the bamboo bench in the backyard vegetable garden.

His eyes fell on a clump of emerald green onions not far away, and his face suddenly became more worried about his age.

He admits defeat, in fact, it is not because Mo'er's taste is better than his, although he did not taste the bowl of noodles, but from the color and fragrance alone, you can judge that the noodles made by Mo'er are similar to the taste he made.

But in Mo'er's bowl of noodles, there was something he couldn't make anyway, and that was the taste of home.

When Mo'er was making noodles, he was always distracted to look at them, so he captured the kind of enthusiasm that Mo'er didn't have when she was making noodles that was different from him, that kind of simple emotion of wanting the people he cared about to eat well and be full.

He really wanted to make a bowl of this kind of noodles, and then bring it to his mother and let her taste it.

The little boy was troubled, he never thought that he was not as simple as the relationship between mother and son for the woman who regenerated him.

Of course, these are other stories, so I won't tell them much here.

Not long after Wu Fan walked out of the kitchen, Mo'er came out with the clear soup noodles in a porcelain bowl.

She walked up to the young man, sat down slowly, and then handed the bowl and chopsticks in her hand to the young man: "Do you want to taste it?" ”

The young man, who has never been good at dealing with people, subconsciously wanted to refuse, but his eyes fell on the bowl of noodles, swallowed his saliva, and took the bowl and chopsticks handed by Mo'er for the first time.

Not far behind them, a clumsy shadow swayed and vanished.

The freshly made noodles were very hot, but the young man was not afraid of this kind of hotness at all, he carefully held the noodles like a rare treasure, and then rolled them around with chopsticks and sent them to his mouth.

The noodles are springy, fragrant, refreshing and delicious...... Eat it in your mouth and warm your heart.

"Thank you, sister." The young man sincerely thanked Mo'er.

Mo'er gladly accepted his thanks, a gentle smile on her lips.

Suddenly, the crisp taste like green bamboo approached, and the young man put his lips to Mo'er's ear: "Sister as a return gift for this bowl of noodles...... You have to be, there's a master who has been with you, but I don't think he's meant to be. ”

When Mo'er heard this, her expression froze, and she quickly returned to a gentle smile: "Thank you." ”

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"Sister Chunyi, where are you going?" Xia Ying didn't know why, and when she saw the spring, she took advantage of everyone's inattention, and walked out with her own bowl of noodles and the braised beef that had just been wrapped in oiled paper.

"Xia Ying, don't worry about it, go back and do it first." Chunyi glanced left and right, and saw that no one noticed them, so she lowered her voice and explained to Xia Ying: "If Madame or someone else asks me where I'm going, you say I'm going to the toilet." ”

Xia Ying rolled her eyes: Sister Chunyi really dares to say it, go to the toilet...... No one will carry food to the latrine, okay!