The clear soup, thin noodles, chopsticks stirring, and the water waves in the soup present an artistic, winding and soft picture, with a long, long and light aroma, with an extremely domineering momentum to occupy all the attention of the taste and visual senses.

As if awakening to self-consciousness, the branches picked up a chopstick noodle with chopsticks, and the soup flowed back into the bowl as the soup straightened out of the bowl and no longer had a beautiful curve.

The delicate and soft pale yellow noodles are actually quite beautiful when you look at them carefully, simple and unpolished.

I can't wait to stuff the noodles into my mouth, well, it seems to be soft and seems to break without the slightest strength, but in fact, the strong and smooth noodles with the fragrance of pure grains with the squirming between the lips and teeth, a steady stream of emanation, overflowing the mouth.

What does that feel like?

It was as if they were in the early life space, they were in the endless golden wheat field, smelling the fragrance of wheat, and the branches were rolling up sickles and harvesting wheat frantically.

From wheat to flour to noodles, there are many processes to go through, and the tender green malt emerges from the soil, thrives in the sun and rain, and finally bears strings of plump and heavy ears of wheat.

The harvested ears of wheat are separated by the machine and turned into grains of wheat, which are then processed into flour, which in turn into noodles.

What they now taste is not so much a bowl of noodles as the fruit of nature and the labor of the people who work hard to grow the wheat.

This result, through the processing and cooking of the hands in a nutshell, has become a sense of happiness that is about to overflow.

The taste of the noodles is not much inferior to that of soup.

The beauty of the fragrance of cereals is the ultimate taste pleasure.

At the same time, the salty and umami flavor of dried scallops bursts out from the fragrance of grains, and this taste from rivers, lakes and seas is overbearing and pure and primitive.

They perfectly interpret what is fresh and what is salty, coupled with the fragrance of chicken soup, the original taste of bamboo shoots, mushrooms, green vegetables and other ingredients soaked in chicken soup, appear and release in the mouth one after another.

Like soup, this noodle may taste light and simple, but only when you put it in your mouth, you can enjoy the delicious peak feast brought to the taste buds by various subtle flavor molecules.

The body trembled uncontrollably, which was the result of too much happiness.

They could not find any other way to express their happiness than to tremble.

"Suck, suck..."

One bite after another, swallowing and chewing, the noodles in the bowl were decreasing at a very fast speed, and Xia Xiaohu, who looked back, saw Yingchun and their eating appearance, and swallowed saliva.

This noodle...

It seems to have something in common with the saying that real people don't show up in human beings.

"The Old Immortal..."

Xia Xiaohu, who was awakened by the gluttony, touched it silently, salivating with a face.

"Isn't this noodle delicious?"

Yingchun ignored him, and was already immersed in the delicious world of noodles.

didn't get a response, Xia Xiaohu turned to look at Jian Yan, "Cub, give me some." ”

In short, the answer was to smile and pick up the basin to show him, "I'm sorry, Uncle Tiger, the noodles are gone, and the soup is gone." ”

A big pot of noodles, because they ate too happily in the spring, she added the noodles in this seamless connection, and the only point in their bowl was left in the spring.