The young master didn't understand what was going on, it was just an ordinary bowl of Yangchun noodles, why after the mouth, whether it was the softness of the noodles, the texture and texture of the noodles, the saltiness of the soup base, and the thickness of the broth, they all met his appetite so much, as if it was cooked completely according to his mind and his taste, amazingly closed, so close that he didn't know what to say even if he wanted to pick a bone in the egg.

He likes light flavors, but light food is the most difficult to make, most dishes usually win with seasoning, and light food is to use heat, texture and just the right amount of seasoning to bring out the flavor of the ingredients themselves. The bowl of noodles in front of me has a thick soup base, smooth thin noodles, tender green vegetables, and even every green onion is gently and evenly stimulated by the hot soup to create a fresh and attractive fragrance.

There seemed to be very few delicacies that could match his taste in his memory, and now, it is just an ordinary bowl of Yangchun noodles......

He couldn't help but glance up at Su Miao, was there too much gap between her skills before and after, or did his sense of taste suddenly change?

Su Miao saw him look over, the corners of his lips hooked, and he smiled, which made him suddenly remember what he had heard, there is a kind of person in this world who can perceive each other's preferences with their hearts, and then cook delicious food that is completely in line with each other's minds according to these preferences, no matter whether the cooking materials are good or bad, no matter whether the craftsmanship is accurate or not, it seems that they can read people's hearts and can always make the other party linger. This is not to her liking, this is a kind of ability and talent as a chef, so that everyone who has tried her cooking skills will feel warm, comfortable, reluctant to give up, and can't stop, as if they can seduce people's hearts like gods and demons, this kind of people are called "magic chefs" and "god chefs" in the industry.

His heart was gloomy, because he remembered what the man said next, and the man said that the dishes he cooked were exquisite, perfect, and impeccable, and the only thing he lacked was that the dishes he made were not infectious, and people could not feel his heart, just like the most noble doll in the world, no matter how noble, delicate and beautiful, it was forever lifeless and lifeless.

He doesn't understand the meaning of these words, because he doesn't understand them, he can't correct them, he doesn't think he lacks anything, he is sought after, his works are hard to find, which is enough to explain a qiē.

Thinking about it like this, Yangchun noodles tasted even stranger, just a bowl of noodles, which made his heart become confused.

"Childe," Wen Xu's voice interrupted his train of thought, he raised his head and smiled at the last one that looked like a spring flower in March, "Childe, are you infected with the wind cold?" ”

The young master was stunned.

"Childe, your voice is hoarse, your eyes are tired, and you don't look very energetic, and you feel a little precursor." The liver fire also seems to be slightly more vigorous.

"Young Master, are you not feeling well?" The fat housekeeper was stunned when he heard this, and hurriedly asked.

The young master brushed away his hand on his forehead and snorted:

"On a dark and windy night, it's too far to walk back to Yuelai Inn from the south of the bridge."

"If Childe is not a road idiot, the distance is actually very close." Su Miao said with a smile.

She did it on purpose!

The young master's liver fire is strong again.

Su Miao took out a white porcelain plate, put a few candied hawthorns from the crockpot and put them on the plate, the red ones were very good-looking, and took the purple-red mulberries and raspberries and piled them together, put two mint leaves on one side of the red fruit, and then scooped a few spoonfuls of osmanthus sauce and poured it on the red fruit, put it in front of the young master with a smile, and said softly:

"Osmanthus red fruit soup, appetizing and detoxifying, free of charge, the son wants to drink the soup well!"

"What's the matter with the way you treat children, I'm older than you." The young master said dissatisfiedly.

"Childe Guigeng?"

"Fifteen."

"Huh? Huh-I thought you were twenty-five! Su Miao was taken aback.

The young master stared at her for a while: "You are scolding me, right?" ”

"Childe is really a young man!" Su Miao bent her eyebrows and smiled.

It's really like a smiling face like a spring flower in March, warm and quiet, as long as you have a heart, it seems to be calm and bright, as if illuminated by the warm spring light, as if with soft magic.

The young master looked at her for a moment and snorted.

After eating the red fruit soup, the young master left, and before leaving, he threw down a gold ingot without saying a word, and never came again, probably going home.

Thanks to him, in the period after he left, the noodles and red fruit soup sold well.

The young master also remembered that he and her were not the first time they met, she was the perverted/perverted violent woman he saw through the monocular goggles in the inn when he was in transit in Changle Town, and he also remembered it when he stayed on the boat and was bored, that woman, it turned out that it was not only as simple as lack of education, it was already hopeless!

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The winter in Changle Town is not cold, a medium-thick cotton coat can survive the winter, but Su Miao is sick in such a winter, with a fever, lightheadedness, and Venus in her eyes, so Su Chan, who got up early, decided to go out with Su Yan and the two of them after finding out that she was sick.

"Second sister, don't worry, I can already do it if it's not too difficult, it's no problem for me to hold on for a day!" Su Yan patted his chest and assured.

Su Chan went to inform Hu Shi that Su Miao was sick, and Su Yan went to the kitchen to prepare the ingredients with great interest, the rice and stew should be cooked first, and the dishes should be cleaned.

Although Su Miao was not at ease, it was not good to help others cook when she was sick, so she had to lie down again, and after a while, Hu Shi and Mrs. Su came in, Hu Shi sat on the edge of the bed with a tense face, touched Su Miao's body, and after a while, said:

"You fall asleep first, and I'll go and invite Lang Zhong when the medicine is opened."

Before she finished speaking, Mrs. Su had already come over, touched Su Miao's red little face, and said:

"It's just cold, please spend money in vain, just boil more ginger water for her and cover her sweat, the child's body is not in the way!"

Su Miao also felt that she just had a cold and there was no need to invite Lang Zhong, just drink more hot water, so she wanted to agree, but Hu suddenly started a fire and said sharply in a sharp voice:

"What kind of child has a hard body, and Miao'er's head is so hot, if you burn it to be a fool, you don't care? I don't think you want to spend more money, the money in this house is earned by Miao'er, without Miao'er, this family would have been poor for most of the year, you would have become a beggar outside, you can still eat and dress well, and have a house to live in is all because of Miao'er, now Miao'er is sick, don't you say that you are anxious, and let me not invite Langzhong, dare to love her, she is not the meat that fell from you, she fell from me! ”

Su Miao didn't expect Hu Shi to suddenly get angry, after listening to Hu Shi's words, she only felt a warm current in her heart, no matter how harsh Hu's mouth was, she was still Su Miao's mother.

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