The chopsticks in Yi Baitang's hand suddenly stopped in mid-air.

What just happened?

Hesitantly, somewhat incredulously, he chewed on the food in his mouth.

The dragon's beard is good, slippery, elastic, and tendony.

The ingredients are also OK, the noodle soup is boiled with seafood, quite fresh and sweet, there are cuttlefish, shrimp, clams, the ratio is 1:3:3; The rest of the seasoning is nothing out of the ordinary, a spoonful of salt, a spoonful of ginger wine, and a quarter spoon of pepper; The heat is a bit interesting, different from the usual chef cooking noodles twice on low heat for five minutes, but first use high heat to drive the soup into the noodles, then turn off the heat and lid, and then slowly simmer for a while to finish, and finally start the pot.

Yi Baitang was a little puzzled: "Is it just like this......"

Dong En's face darkened: "Yes, that's it." I'm sorry, but I was disappointed not to have enough unique skills. ”

Yi Baitang realized that he didn't pay attention just now, and directly said all the steps of his mother's making dragon beard noodles. This is just right, he seriously commented: "It's like something coming out of the assembly line, not serious enough." ”

This bear child!

Dong En was not angry: "Twenty years ago, you disliked me for cooking badly, and twenty years later, you still think I don't cook well?" ”

Yi Baitang: "...... Forgot. ”

He thought about it again for a moment, twenty years ago, when I was a three-year-old child, I already hated that my mother's cooking was not delicious?

Dong En sneered: "At that time, you were still a little big, and as soon as your head came out of the stove, you would move a small bench, step on the small bench and stand on the stove to get yourself something to eat." That day, I also made you a bowl of noodles, and I put these things in it......"

She was slightly in a trance, and her eyes became distant because of the memory: "At that time, I had just divorced Yi Bingkun, and I was determined to make achievements in cooking, and after returning home, I made many dishes seriously according to my father's teachings. But your grandfather and I don't think the same way about cooking...... Your grandfather never gets tired of eating, and he can start preparing the raw materials in order to fully play the taste of a certain dish in his imagination, whether it is to go to every market in the city or to breed it himself, he will not give up until he achieves his goal. The longest time he spent three years preparing a dish from start to finish.

"Maybe from that time on, I couldn't quite understand your grandfather.

"I've tried that dish that took three years, and in the end I didn't think it was any better. Maybe in a way, the dish was perfect, but even if it wasn't, I don't believe the diners at the time could taste it. Sugar and salt are more than one spoonful and one spoonful less, and anyone can eat them; Sugar and salt are more than half a spoonful and less than half a spoonful, and half of the people don't care so much; If sugar and salt are only a quarter or a tenth, how many people can actually taste it? Is there five out of a hundred? ”

"Mom." Yi Baitang interrupted Dong En's words, and he said objectively, "You are not suitable to inherit your grandfather's culinary career." ”

There was a long silence.

The woman's distant gaze fell back on Yi Baitang from the wall.

Time folds here.

The child sitting in front of her was getting shorter and smaller.

At the same time, the spacious and fashionable residence collapsed, flipped over, and gradually became a small house with a layer of yellow forever shrouded in memory.

The mottled green bricks, the stone stove, the firewood stacked at the foot of the wall, the fishing nets and miscellaneous things are stacked together, and the people are impetuous.

It was like a summer.

Last night, her dad said this to her:

"Sizhen, you are not suitable to inherit my culinary path."

Only this sentence easily erased all her efforts for a period of time.

Anger makes her want to fight with her father. But no matter what she said or shouted, her father stood there forever, watching her in silence like a mountain.

She didn't sleep all night, and maybe eventually fell asleep for a while.

But the next day, she had a headache and was about to explode, and she sat in the kitchen in a daze.

It was at this time that Bai Tang came in.

The little child didn't know if she heard the quarrel between her and her grandfather last night, and when she entered the kitchen, she gently pushed her, but without her response, she automatically moved the bench and stood on the edge of the stove.

At this time, Dong En suddenly found that his memory was a little blurry.

She just said that twenty years ago, Bai Tang disliked the noodles she made.

Did she really make noodles for Bai Tang to eat? Did Bai Tang say anything?

She's forgotten about it.

But she remembers what happened next.

Bai Tang stood in front of the stove, boiling water, adding ingredients, and boiling soup, as if he had been making it for a long, long time, and finally brought a bowl of noodles to him.

She sat in a daze for a long time, and when she received the bowl of hot noodles, her heart was indescribably moved.

She gave up everything at the time of the divorce just to be able to take the child away, and now, the little child is trying to comfort her.

She smiled and picked up the noodles and took a bite.

And then...... One qiē changes a lot.

She tasted the taste of her father's cooking from the bowl of noodles.

She remembered for a moment what she had said last night. The unspoken questions that had not been uttered for various reasons turned into a tsunami that subverted up and down in her mind, shouting and furious, repeatedly questioning her father, who was not here, and questioning herself.

I'm your daughter!

You say I'm not fit to inherit your cooking skills, so who else is suitable?

If you don't give me the secret recipe, who else do you want to give the secret recipe to?

Anger occupied her whole mind, and she remembered the one her father had mentioned when she came back from the divorce: Do you want to change Bai Tang's surname?

If Bai Tang is changed to the surname Dong, then all the qiē, secret recipes, guidance, and connections can be inherited by the male heir as a matter of course?

Even if it's just a little three-year-old?

She didn't know what she had done in the moment of her rage.

The crisp sound of porcelain shattering pulled her back to her senses.

The bowl of noodles fell to the ground, and the noodles, soup and other ingredients were all pasted on the ground, and the soup splashed far and wide, so far that it inadvertently touched the blood that snaked down.

She looked up along the trail of blood splattered and saw her child lying under the stove.

His eyes were closed, his face was pale, and blood was pouring from his hair and dripping from his ears and falling to the ground in puddles of blood.

Twenty years.

She had no way to face Bai Tang, because she had no way to face herself back then.

Back then, he was both cowardly and ugly.

Yi Baitang looked at his mother.

In a sudden moment when he had just finished speaking, Dong Eun, who was sitting across from him, suddenly covered his face with his hands.

Yi Baitang is a meng.

Before Yi Baitang could figure out what was going on, drops of transparent liquid suddenly seeped out from Dong En's fingers, and the choking and sobbing began to be irrepressible as the liquid gathered. , one voice is clearer than the other.

Yi Baitang was forced.

Then he calmly, at least pretending to be calm, dialed Yuan Hui's phone and asked him to come back quickly to get his mother.

Yuan Hui thought on the phone that there was something wrong with 100,000 people who were in a hurry and didn't come back, so he was so frightened that he put on his wings and flew back directly, but when he entered the door, his stepmother cried and hiccuped, and took Yi Baitang's hand and repeatedly said sorry; Yi Baitang, who was said to be sorry, looked at him with the same gaze as if he had seen a savior, not to mention how shiny it was.

Then Yuan Hui went up to help his stepmother pull Yi Baitang up, and handed Yi Baitang a comforting look: Dead friends don't die in poor ways, anyway, it's just like this, it's good to pass.

Yi Baitang: ...... Damn, misstep, I should have called the little sapling just now!

In the end, when Shang Huaiyan finished handling the company's affairs and came here, Yi Baitang had already figured out everything that had happened in the past.

In addition to listening to it for the first time, he was quite serious, but he was distracted in the second half of the whole process, thinking about why the noodles made by his mother were obviously not delicious enough, but they could open his sense of taste that was temporarily closed due to frustration.

……

In fact, Yi Baitang understood in his heart.

It's like what the Great Demon King has been telling him all along.,The cuisine of the heart.。

His mother's meals only worked for him. His meals are only useful for small saplings.

But my grandfather has always been committed to, and has succeeded in, the "heart" part of his cooking, which is useful to all diners.

The mountains look up.

That night, Yi Baitang couldn't sleep a little, and turned over and over in bed.

Shang Huaiyan, who was sleeping next to him, yawned, thinking that he had finally lost his appetite, but he had insomnia again......

He hugged the person and asked lazily, "Baby, why don't you sleep yet, or let's do something pleasant in the adult world-"

Yi Baitang: "Huai Yan." ”

Shang Huaiyan: "Huh? ”

Yi Baitang thought for a long time and asked, "What is your past?" ”

Shang Huaiyan was stunned: "Why did you suddenly ask this question?" ”

Yi Baitang: "I used to think that the present was important, but now I find that the past is as important as the future. ”

Shang Huaiyan carried some imperceptible contempt: "Let me think about it, there is actually nothing particularly novel......

"Shang Huaiyan," Yi Baitang interrupted the other party, the person he called by name and surname with an extremely stern expression, and then he made up his mind, "I like you." ”

"Let's all be together in the future."