Mo Wanyan, Mo Wanyan. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

This name has been on the lips of Shen Lang and Mu Ransheng for a long time at the same time.

Goodbye Mo Wanyan, it is at the door of a restaurant. Catching up with the recent unrest in Yangzhou City, there was a thief who robbed and killed a young woman, Mu Ransheng, as the Taishou of Yangzhou, personally led the late night patrol of the fast guards. found a small courtyard on the outskirts of the city, saw the lantern hanging obliquely on the beam, and everyone in the team was tired, so they knocked on the door, the door opened and faced Bai Liu, Mu Ran was dumbfounded. Bai Liu was sleepy-eyed, and he didn't recognize Mu Ransheng, so he only said to ask the proprietress if he was still doing business at such a late hour.

Mo Wanyan saw that the person coming from the small building was Mu Ransheng, put on his clothes and came out of the house. Before Bai Liu could speak, he grabbed his collar and shook it vigorously, "Wake up, go to the kitchen and heat the pot." Then find out the fish that was removed yesterday. But he walked to the courtyard, raised the curtain and said, "It's this hour, and I haven't prepared any fresh ingredients, if you don't dislike it, just sit down and eat a bowl of noodles." “

The placket jacket was not buttoned, and the apricot color roaming inside, Mo Wanyan turned his head into the kitchen after speaking, and heard the chatter in the yard. Mo Wanyan didn't care, he was just wondering if Mu Ransheng saw himself.

And Mu Ransheng was pushed into the inner room by the officials, and stayed for a long time, and his eyes were full of apricot-colored spring. Until Bai Liu's face was heavily placed in front of him, "Eat, eat, eat, hurry back after eating, Master, I still have to sleep." “

Mu Ransheng stared at this bowl of noodles for a long time, and couldn't guess how to make it, the white almost transparent soup color contained noodles the thickness of a little finger, and when he looked at it under the reflection of the candle flame, it was almost transparent. It's obviously an ordinary bowl of noodles, how can it exude a fresh breath. The officials who came with them had already eaten up their noodles by dividing them by two, and took the empty bowl to ask Mo Wanyan, who was standing at the table. Mo Wanyan shook his head: "It's unfortunate that you came, I only have so many ingredients, and now, there is nothing left, this night is also late, and the soldiers should also collect the team and go back early" I don't know why, after Mo Wanyan said this, the officials and catchers actually put down the dishes and chopsticks one after another and left. Mu Ransheng was the only one left, holding the bowl of noodles in a daze.

Mo Wanyan smiled dumbly, for so many years, there are really people who don't move their chopsticks in front of the food they make. This Mu Ransheng is really a weirdo.

"Taishou-sama, what are you thinking? When the noodles are cold, they don't taste good. Mo Wanyan said

Mu Ransheng raised his head and saw the beauty in front of him with his hands on his shoulders and his willow eyebrows slightly raised looking at him with a smile, blushing, bowing his head and saying, "Miss Mo, long time no see." ”

"It's windy at night, so you might as well add some clothes." The voice was as low as a mosquito and a fly, and I didn't know what Mu Ransheng was thinking.

Mo Wanyan didn't move, bent down and pushed the noodle bowl in front of Mu Ransheng's eyes. The noodle soup shook brightly, and in the candle flame, a faint fluorescence was refracted. "Taste it." The voice is gentle, as if there is a kind of magic.

Mu Ransheng took a sip of the bowl of soup with two thin lips, and was immediately surprised. The soup is crystal clear, but it also has a very fresh flavor, layered on top of each other, as if inviting people into the sea to swim freely, from shallow to deep, to the bottom of the sea. And this side, there is a degree of elasticity and slippery, one more is glutinous, and one less is firewood, smooth and delicate, but also in the light, hidden mystery.

"Miss Mo, this side..."Mu Ransheng didn't know if his guess was correct.

And Mo Wanyan seemed to have already known what Mu Ransheng was thinking, "This noodle is a certain snack, made after I improved it, Lord Taishou came today, and the shop did not prepare thin wine, first there was only the fresh fish I bought back yesterday, marinated and made with snow cabbage to make noodles, the soup base is made of seaweed, dried scallops, and fish bones, and of course, the exclusive secret recipe of the shop." I wonder what Lord Taishou thinks? ”

"Good, very good. Miss Mo, let's meet this time, it's an old acquaintance, don't call me too unfamiliar, okay? Call me born. Mu Ransheng said suddenly.

Mo Wanyan was stunned for a moment, and said with a sweet smile, "Okay, Ransheng." There is also this side, I gave a name, called fish water, that is, it is made of fish, with the lake water hanging soup as the base, it is like the love of fish and water, the fate of the world, and it cannot be separated. ”

"Taishou-sama, do you like to drink? There is a poem called Huangliang for 30 years, do you know? I have a wine-making technique called sorghum, and when I have the opportunity, I can raise a jar for you to taste. Mo Wanyan suddenly wanted to say that it was not bad to have a drink with this Taishou lord.

Sending the guests out, Mo Wanyan suddenly said before Mu Ransheng turned around: "Wait, you take this." He took out a bamboo food box and put it in Mu Ransheng's hand. Next time, remember to return the box to me. And you can also call me Wanyan. With that, he turned and closed the door.

Mu Ransheng looked at the food box with the fragrance in his hand, there was a double coupling button made of red silk thread on the edge of the food box, and the long tassels flashed beautifully in the faint light of the red lantern, Mu Ransheng looked up at the plaque at the door. An inexplicable feeling welled up in my heart. And Mo Wanyan returned to the house, stroked his chest and let out a long sigh.

-Taishofu-

Mu Ransheng had a dream, in the dream was a bowl of fish noodles, hot, steaming fish noodles, or crystal soup, reflecting Mo Wanyan's smiling face, phoenix eyes crooked, smiling skillfully. In the dream, there are also Mo Wanyan's slightly exposed apricot clothes, as well as pale collarbones, and... Mu Ransheng slept very unsteadily this night, the quilt under him was wrinkled and wrinkled, and his dream was full of the rich aroma of fish noodles and the tone of Mo Wanyan calling him "Ransheng, Ransheng".

It was only five watches, and the little girl Qingxin of Taishou Mansion was woken up by a rude knock on the door, and no one in Yangzhou City could be so bold and rude except for Shen Lang, a friend of Taishou. Qingxin opened the door, and was overwhelmed by the rich aroma of Shen Lang's head-on attack, this Uncle Shen, before dawn, was already neatly dressed and killed in the Taishou Mansion. Qingxin was about to stop him, but he was gagged by a piece of silver flying in.

"Mu Ransheng, why are you so lazy? It's the fifth watch, why don't you go out to inspect? How can the merchants you let us pay taxes operate with peace of mind, you inactive mediocrity~" Shen Lang's words pierced into the ears of Mu Ransheng, who had not yet woken up. Mu Ransheng turned over, wrapped himself tightly in the quilt, and thought in his heart, "This Shen Lang, the person who dares to patrol in the middle of the night is not him, and the early morning bird didn't get up to tell me to do anything, ignore him, and sleep." ”

With a creak, Shen Lang pushed the door and entered Mu Ransheng's bedroom. The big thorn sat at the table and got himself a pot of tea to drink, and when he saw the food box on the table, he opened it unceremoniously, and the lotus leaf in the box was the bottom, lying down to operate the clear water jade-colored dumplings, through the skin, you can see the emerald filling. "When did you get a new dim sum chef in your house... The craftsmanship looks good. Shen Lang unceremoniously took a piece and put it in his mouth, and a sweet fragrance spread in his mouth, hitting every taste bud on the tip of Shen Lang's tongue.

"Who let you eat it?!" Mu Ran turned over and got out of bed in annoyance, snatched the food box, and protected it tightly on his chest.

Shen Lang was stunned, it was rare to see the new Yangzhou Taishou who was not happy and angry to have such a big temper, and it was not for military affairs, just for a snack. "Ransheng, if you like it, I'll make it for you personally, why be so stingy? Come on, come on, give me another one, your master's craftsmanship is really good. "Reach out and grab it.

Mu Ransheng turned around, making Shen Lang catch the air. "Master Shen, this is not the craftsmanship of those masters in my house, so please forgive me for not being able to give in to each other."

"If you want to talk about this dim sum technique, I can only say that in Yangzhou City, except for myself, the Lian'er master of Qinhuai Painting Boat, the chef in your house is the most powerful. I thought your cook had grown. Shen Lang pursed his lips, but caught a glimpse of the strange look in Mu Ransheng's eyes, and a thought suddenly flashed in his mind, "This snack can't be made by that Mo girl." ”

"Yes"

"You found her, where are you?" Shen Lang asked excitedly.

"Last night, on patrol, in the suburban alley, she opened a restaurant. But.... Shen Lang, let me ask you, have you ever eaten a kind of noodles called fish noodles? Mu Ran asked coldly.

The corners of Shen Lang's mouth twitched, "The little master is famous, I haven't seen anything to eat, isn't this fish noodle just noodles made of fish?" In Guangdong, it is a very famous snack. What, you've eaten it? ”

"Well, it's delicious, last night on patrol, Miss Mo entertained me. But for some reason, I always felt a strange feeling after eating this noodle. It's like an addiction. ”

"This girl is not bad-looking, and her craftsmanship is good, so it's normal to fascinate us Taishou-sama. I went to visit that day and asked for advice on how to make this addictive fish noodle. Shen Lang said half-jokingly, but Mu Ransheng didn't notice the seriousness in Shen Lang's expression.

And Mo Wanyan in the early morning, opened his squinted eyes, and the first thought in his heart was to prepare the ingredients, and there will be guests here today.