"Do you eat spicy?"

"No thanks!" Huang Mingyue didn't come back to her senses for a while, her painting style changed too quickly, and she didn't believe her eyes. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Do you eat coriander?"

"Nope."

Pan Jicheng naturally grabbed the seasoning on the corner of the table, opened the oily plastic lid, put his nose on it and smelled it: "It's so fragrant!" ”

Huang Mingyue was a little speechless for a while.

It's a fly restaurant in an alleyway, and the greasy "Old Place Wonton Noodles" sign at the door looks like it's been around for some years, just like the three sets of tables, chairs and benches in the small storefront, which can easily evoke nostalgia.

Huang Mingyue carefully rested her elbows on the table. This table board was black and shiny, and it was even more suspicious, mixed with decades of oil and dust, Huang Mingyue didn't dare to think about it. Her gaze swept over the price list posted on the wall: 12 yuan for a large bowl of wonton noodles and 8 yuan for a small bowl of wonton noodles. The original red paper has long since faded, but the two lines written with a brush can be seen very skillfully.

It was still early for lunch, and in addition to the two of them, there were a few people snorting and snorting noodles on the table next to them, eating heartily; There were still a few people waiting to pack up, and there was no queuing scene in Pan Jicheng's mouth.

Huang Mingyue noticed that the military-style coat on Pan Jicheng's body was rubbed over and over on the greasy tabletop. She suddenly felt a little unreal.

She knows Pan Jicheng best, she has a bad mouth, she loves to eat and knows how to eat.

In her previous life, she followed Pan Jicheng to almost the entire T City, and went down to all the famous restaurants. Pan Jicheng is very picky about eating and is also very particular about eating. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Huang Mingyue would have really been killed, and he wouldn't believe that Pan Jicheng would have condescended to eat in such a fly restaurant.

A few middle-aged women in pajamas, unkempt housewives who looked like housewives waiting at the door for takeout, talked to the boss and his wife, and at the same time cast curious and snooping glances at them, intentionally or unintentionally.

"I've been waiting for a long time, one small bowl, one large bowl!" The proprietress who was at least fifty years old brought two bowls of wonton noodles with her own hands.

Huang Mingyue noticed that the proprietress cut her bare thumb was only a line away from the soup in the bowl.

"Xiao Pan, you haven't been here for a long time, have you been busy lately?"

"Not busy, not busy!" Pan Jicheng picked up a spoon and scooped a wonton into his mouth, but he was so hot that he couldn't even speak clearly.

"Don't worry, don't worry, be careful." The proprietress was not in a hurry to leave, and watched with a smile as Pan Jicheng almost swallowed a wonton.

Pan Jicheng picked up the chili bottle on the table, picked out some red chili peppers with chopsticks and put them in the soup: "The chili peppers are so fragrant." ”

"Incense, huh? This is what your Uncle Zhong just did two days ago. The proprietress was full of pride, "If you like it, I'll fill a small bottle and go back." ”

"Aunt Zhong, your chili peppers and wonton noodles are indispensable, and I can't taste the taste of chili peppers no matter how I eat them." Pan Jicheng put down the spoon, picked up the noodles with chopsticks and put them in his mouth, "The noodles in the whole T City, that is, the noodles here, are the most delicious and chewy." ”

"You'll make Aunt Zhong happy." Aunt Zhong habitually wiped her hand on her apron, and said to Uncle Zhong, who was busy facing a cauldron, "Master, have you heard it, add more noodles to Xiao Pan's bowl." ”

"Then I won't add any money!"

"Please can't come, there's no money!"

Pan Ji sincerely continued to eat with peace of mind, this bowl of wonton noodles was steaming, and the red peppers made him sweat a lot.

"Eat it while it's hot!" Pan Jicheng casually pulled out a low-quality tissue from the table, wiped the sweat on his forehead indiscriminately, and greeted Huang Mingyue.

Huang Mingyue was stunned and stunned.

It seems that Pan Jicheng is a regular customer of wonton noodles in this old place, and the relationship with the owner and the old couple is even more extraordinary.

Aunt Zhong said with a smile: "My wonton noodles have been made for 30 years, although they haven't made any famous names, but the neighbors around them are very popular. Try it, the soup of this wonton noodle is a broth that has been boiled for seven or eight hours, and it tastes fresh without a little MSG! ”

Only then did Huang Mingyue notice the bowl of hot wonton noodles in front of her.

Seven or eight small wontons, a handful of noodles boiled until translucent, a few slices of seasonal vegetables floating on the clear and fragrant broth, and garnished with tender yellow shredded eggs and shrimp skin - the most ordinary bowl of wonton noodles.

Huang Mingyue picked up a spoon and scooped a wonton into her mouth under the expectant eyes of Pan Jicheng and Aunt Zhong, and hesitantly bit it, the smoothness of the wonton skin and the mellow aroma of the meat filling mixed with shallots instantly mixed into a wonderful taste. Before Huang Mingyue could chew, this mouthful of wonton slipped into her throat by itself.

"How?" Pan Jicheng's face was full of anticipation.

Huang Mingyue nodded honestly: "It's delicious." ”

Pan Jicheng showed a natural expression and urged: "You try the noodles again, this is rolled by Uncle Zhong himself, and it can be called a must." ”

Huang Mingyue seemed to have never seen Pan Jicheng show such an expression, and Pan Jicheng's expression was fixed in her heart into two types - with the viciousness of a yin owl and the style of a chic nobleman. He even exudes childlike expectations?

Huang Mingyue picked up the chopsticks and gently picked a bunch of noodles.

The somersault noodles absorb the flavor of the dashi, and are smooth and chewy, almost dancing in your mouth. Huang Mingyue hesitated slightly, lowered her head and ate a few bites of noodles, and the whole person immediately became warm.

Aunt Zhong smiled and counted Pan Jicheng: "Xiao Pan, aren't you very profitable?" Why didn't such a beautiful girlfriend take her to eat Western food? Come and eat wonton noodles stingily, it's shabby! ”

Huang Mingyue choked on the noodles in her mouth, and hurriedly defended: "I'm not ......"

Pan Jicheng glanced at her, grabbed ahead of her and said, "No matter how good the Western food is, it can't be as good as the wonton noodles here from Uncle Zhong and Aunt Zhong." I don't know what's going on, as soon as the weather is cold, my stomach is empty, so I want to come to Uncle Zhong and Aunt Zhong to eat a bowl of hot wonton noodles, and after eating, I seem to be full of energy. ”

"You're going to make me happy!" Aunt Zhong is clearly very useful.

"Do you want me to help you move the store out and find a lively storefront, beautifully decorated, and the people who eat can sit comfortably?" Pan Jicheng noticed that there were people waiting in line at the entrance of the store.

Uncle Zhong said while putting it into the pot: "I've been thinking about this for more than ten years, that is, think about it, rent and decoration all cost money." Our old couple is old, and I'm afraid we won't be able to do it in a few more years. Besides, I've been in business for 30 years, and if I move to this old place, I'm really not sure if I can make wonton noodles with the same taste! ”

Uncle Zhong is slightly chubby, with a face that has been smoked red by hot steam all year round.

An old neighbor who knew him next to him interjected: "Uncle Zhong, it's very easy to have such a rich godson to open a new store!" If you can't do it, what are you afraid of, just ask someone to do it, you and Aunt Zhong will count the money every day and have fun. For your 30-year-old signboard, business is not bad! ”

Godson?

Huang Mingyue couldn't help but glance up at Pan Jicheng. Where did he come from, this pair of godfathers and godmothers who opened snack bars?

"Laughing and laughing, where is the godson? If only it were! Uncle Zhong delivered the packaged takeaway to the neighbors, "I'm old, I want so much money to do, and I can't take it with me." ”

"That is, if you eat well and sleep well, and you are happy every day, you will earn it." Aunt Zhong cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks used by the guests in front of her. Although there are many people waiting, it doesn't take much time to eat a bowl of wonton noodles, so the table is turned quickly.

"Xiao Pan, you eat slowly! I greeted the guests and went. ”

"Aunt Zhong, you're busy!"

Pan Jicheng picked up the bowl and drank the last drop of soup, and the whole bowl was as clean as if it had been washed. Huang Mingyue saw it in her eyes, and she couldn't help but speed up her eating.

Pan Jicheng said thoughtfully: "If you are not used to eating this, I will take you to eat something else." ”

"No, this wonton noodles taste good." Huang Mingyue didn't show any reserve in front of Pan Jicheng, gulping down the delicious soup with a spoon, adding, "It has a homely taste." ”

Pan Jicheng smiled slightly, and the expression on his face was very soft.

It was the meal, and the whole small shop was crowded one after another, and it was almost impossible to turn around. In the steaming heat, Huang Mingyue suddenly felt that she didn't know Pan Jicheng anymore, at least Pan Jicheng with a bowl of wonton noodles looked a little "human".

Pan Jicheng took out a brand-name wallet from his coat pocket and opened it and couldn't help frowning.

"Do you have any change?"

Huang Mingyue understood, and immediately took out a brand new twenty from her handbag.

Pan Jicheng pinched the money in his hand, and quietly pressed the money under the empty bowl while Aunt Zhong was not paying attention.

"Let's go!"

Huang Mingyue nodded, and followed Pan Jicheng out of the cramped store. Those diners who eat in the heat are all happy and content.

"Uncle Zhong and Aunt Zhong, I'll go first."

"Hey, let's go!" Aunt Zhong was squeezed, so she could only gesture at Pan Jicheng, "I have time to bring my girlfriend to my home for dinner!" I'll ask Uncle Zhong to make you something to eat! ”

"Good!" Pan Jicheng turned around and walked out of the alley with Huang Mingyue, who was one foot deep and one foot shallow.

Huang Mingyue sensitively noticed that Pan Jicheng's face had changed back to cynicism in the cold December air, but his back looked a little gloomy.

Everyone has secrets.

Back at the parking place, it was a miracle that Pan Jicheng's sports car was neither scratched by the messy debris next to it, nor was it ticketed by the patrolling traffic police.

The two silently got into the car and drove a few kilometers silently.

"Thank you for accompanying me to eat wonton noodles."

"Actually, it tastes really good."

Pan Jicheng curled the corners of his mouth: "You still pay for it today, it's your treat." ”

"You invite me to coffee, I invite you to eat wonton noodles, I still earn it." Huang Mingyue wanted to know Pan Jicheng's secret.

"What do you want to ask me?"

Seeing through Pan Jicheng's thoughts, Huang Mingyue asked honestly and unceremoniously: "Shouldn't I feel strange?" It is unbelievable that Director Pan, a dignified director of the Huang Group, would deign to eat wonton noodles in a small alley. ”

"Haven't you heard that the smell of wine is not afraid of deep alleys? True foodies don't rest on their laurels with Michelin recommendations in food guides. Pan Jicheng snorted.

"Okay, I'll admit that the wonton noodles are good, but they haven't been shocking." Huang Mingyue felt that it was better to keep a distance from Pan Jicheng, and some secrets could only be shared by people who were close to her.

Pan Jicheng was silent for a long time, then licked his lips and smiled self-deprecatingly: "Ten years ago, I really thought that a bowl of hot wonton noodles was better than anything I had eaten before. ”

Ten years ago?

Huang Mingyue thought about it for a while, and immediately figured out the joint.

Ten years ago, Pan Jicheng experienced the biggest disaster of his life. If memory serves, his father and grandfather were killed in a fire in a factory warehouse, after which his mother could not withstand such a blow and also took her own life. Pan Jicheng went from a carefree rich young master to a fatherless orphan almost overnight.

Huang Mingyue still remembers that Pan Jicheng had wandered around for a few years, and when he thought about it, it was only during that time period that he could meet the couple at the wonton noodle shop.

At the beginning of man, nature is good. Perhaps a bowl of wonton noodles on a winter night to comfort the wandering rebellious teenager has become an eternally warm memory in Pan Jicheng's memory.

"Don't they have children?"

"Yes, then it was gone." Pan Jicheng said calmly. People who seem to be doing well in this world are actually just good at hiding their scars.

"Oh." Huang Mingyue didn't know what to say. An orphan with no father and mother, a couple who have lost their child. is the same person who has fallen from the end of the world, why should they have known each other when they meet - although there will be many versions of the story between them, the general tone should not change.

Huang Mingyue originally thought that Pan Jicheng was a very affectionate person, and it seems that everyone will have their own weaknesses.

Huang Mingyue was also silent, some things were enough. She just thought it was strange, why did Pan Jicheng take her to eat that bowl of wonton noodles and let her peek into a corner of his life?

Isn't that redundant?

"Thank you for cooperating with me!" Pan Jicheng's mood seemed to recover.

"Huh?" Huang Mingyue didn't react.

Pan Jicheng smiled, smiling with a spring breeze on his face, and looking at Huang Mingyue, there was more content in his eyes: "I have never taken other women to that wonton noodle shop, you are the first." ”

"Am I supposed to be honored?" Huang Mingyue deliberately pretended not to understand the meaning of his words.

"You are the first, and you should be the last!" Pan Jicheng firmly controlled the steering wheel with both hands, and was determined.

"Actually, I'm not very fond of pasta." Huang Mingyue could only continue to pretend to be stupid, it turned out that a warm wolf is also a wolf, and a wolf can't change its bloodthirsty nature. (To be continued.) )