Colorful neon lights hover over Seoul like a long colorful dragon, outlining what the city looks like at night.

The moon passed through the dark clouds, elongating the shadow of Yi Zhan and Mengshu side by side.

"Remember the first time we watched the movie?" Yi Zhan tilted his head and looked at Meng Shu.

Meng Shu nodded, "Iron Man." ”

Of course, she remembered that the ticket stub for the movie was still tucked between that lyric book.

A glint flashed in Yi Zhan's eyes, "Have you watched this year's Avengers 4?" ”

"Nope." Mengshu shook her head, she wasn't particularly interested in these superheroes, she just enjoyed watching them with him.

"Both Iron Man and Black Widow died in Avengers 4." Yi Zhan sighed with infinite regret.

Meng Shu was a little surprised, "Sister Widow also sacrificed?" ”

She is very familiar with the character of Black Widow, and the book cover of Yi Zhan's math textbook bag is a handsome photo of Black Widow.

"Ugh." Yi Zhan sighed, "In the battle to get the soul primordial stone, the soul was exchanged for the soul. ”

"Anyway, it's the end of it." For some reason, Mengshu's heart began to ache again.

"Are you hungry?" Yi Zhan changed his words and looked at Meng Shu with a smile.

"I'm fine, you're hungry."

Yi Zhan smiled and scratched his head, and the right to acquiesce.

"There are a few restaurant owners in Seoul that I know about my chefs, and I know their good food. Shandong cuisine, Cantonese cuisine, Sichuan cuisine, Huaiyang cuisine, Hunan cuisine, which one do you want to eat? ”

"Why don't we go back and do it ourselves?"

Sure enough, when he heard this, Meng Shu smiled and said: "Then go back and eat something simply, the day after tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and then let's make some moon cakes together." ”

Lanxian is not very popular in making moon cakes, and Yi Zhan, who likes to do new things since he was a child, was a little excited, "Okay, I haven't made moon cakes yet." Last time you said we could make our own mooncakes, I've been gearing up for a long time. ”

"Then dare to be kind, I'll test you, what are the classifications of moon cakes?"

When it comes to the topic of food, Meng Shu's words are even a little more neutral. Who is not a top student, at least in terms of eating, Mengshu has the confidence to know more than Yi Zhan.

"Sweet, salty, sour, spicy, bitter?"

Meng Shu couldn't cry or laugh, "Bitter, sour, spicy, can this taste happiness?" ”

"Bittersweet memories, sweet and sour, spicy can stimulate the taste buds, and it is not impossible to eat happiness."

In fact, Yi Zhan's Chinese answering skills are actually very good, but he suffered a loss of unsightly words.

"Okay. I'm referring to the classification by region, such as Cantonese style, Beijing style, Su style, Yunnan style, Chao style and so on. ”

The first time I heard about several major cuisines and several major moon cake classifications, Yi Zhan's head was a little big, "There are so many classifications, so what we have to do today is ......"

"Cantonese-style mooncakes, chestnut paste filling, winter seed filling, lotus seed filling, as well as snow skin mooncakes and five-kernel mooncakes."

"Sounds good, let's hurry." Yi Zhan, who couldn't wait, took Mengshu's hand and ran under the neon lights together.

When he got home, Mengshu took out a new weapon from the kitchen cabinet.

Yi Zhan's eyes lit up, and he was quite curious: "What is this?" ”

Meng Shu took out a large potato from the cabinet, "Grater, you can make potatoes into noodles." ”

Yi Zhan slapped his face, "Hey, this is fun, I'll peel it, I'll try it later." ”

"Okay, I'll make two cups of tea."

"I want kumquat lemon." Yi Zhan peeled the potatoes and shouted into the living room.

"Hmm."

For convenience, Meng Shu brewed two cups.

Yi Zhan, who was turning around, heard an exclamation, "Hey, yes, it's very fast." ”

"That's not it, who is my brother?"

Hearing this, Meng Shu's thoughts returned to the previous one again. At that time, she would hear this phrase every day. Thinking about it now, Yi Zhan seemed to say this only in front of her, no wonder she would worship him so much.

This narcissistic guy!

"Wow, the appearance of this dumpling is about to catch up with our girl." Yi Zhan was using a grater to shoeing potatoes into long noodles, looking at the jade dumplings in Mengshu's hand, a little amazed.

Meng Shu's hand shook and her cheeks flushed, she was still not familiar with Yi Zhan's routine of changing tricks and compliments.

"How to make this kind of dumpling, why is it white on the bottom and green on the edge?"

Meng Shu covered the pot, looked at Yi Zhan, who was trying to stir the lever, and said with a smile: "Wrap the ordinary white dough with green dough made of spinach juice, and make it for you later." ”

"Okay, when the time comes, just knead the dough and chop the stuffing or something, just leave it to me."

Once the dumplings are cooked, throw the potato noodles directly into the dumpling soup, cook for half a minute, remove them, add the secret old-fashioned fried sauce, and cut a little shredded cucumber and shallots.

The golden potato noodles, the fragrant old-fashioned fried sauce, and the green garnishes, this large bowl of Korean-style fried noodles really made Yi Zhan swallow several mouthfuls of saliva.

After the dumplings and the mixed fried noodles were served, Yi Zhan quickly picked up a large chopstick potato noodles and sucked them up.

"How's that, how's that?"

Meng Shu was not in a hurry to enjoy it, she cared more about Yi Zhan's evaluation.

"Wow, this one is really good. If you eat too much noodles made of wheat, you will get a little tired, and this noodles made with potatoes are very refreshing. And the meat in this fried sauce, the meat is very large, much cooler than the so-called old Beijing fried sauce noodles I eat at the noodle restaurant. To sum up, good noodles and good sauce will bring out a sense of happiness when eating. ”

"The meat in this fried sauce, I cut the dice pieces, and the method is the authentic old Beijing fried sauce method. Like those fried noodle restaurants in Lan County, many of them use Sichuan-style fried sauce. ”

Pick up a dumpling and put it in Yi Zhan's bowl, "Come on, come on, try this jade dumpling again." ”

Come, come, come? It's not like the way she speaks.

Yi Zhan didn't understand why Meng Shu was smiling a little gloating. Pick up the dumplings and bite into half of them, the filling inside is orange-yellow, presumably eggs are added to the filling.

After a few chews, a strong and disgusting taste spreads in his mouth, celery!

"It's delicious, and it looks as good as it tastes." Yi Zhan pretended to be casual and ate the other half of the dumplings.

Meng Shu cupped her cheeks and smiled, "No, I remember that celery seems to be a food on the blacklist of some picky eaters." ”

The chopsticks that were originally pointing at the jajangmyeon turned in a direction in the air and stretched out to the jade dumplings next to it.

"That was before, as long as you made it, I ate it." There were also two dumplings in the bowl for Mengshu, and Yi Zhan stretched out his hand to signal, "Don't just watch me eat, you eat too!" ”

After eating a dumpling, Xia Mengshu smiled very unkindly, "Or, tomorrow we will fry a plate of dried pork belly with celery sauce and stew a pot of bitter gourd pork rib soup?" ”

Yi Zhan, who was still gulping down potato fried noodles, raised his head and looked at Xia Mengshu, his face full of the words "You let me go".

I don't know if this is a common problem of chefs, but when I see diners eating food they don't want to eat, I always feel a sense of schadenfreude and complacency.

"I was brought up by my grandparents, and they like to eat bitter melon very much, but I don't like it very much." Yi Zhan looked directly at the door and said that he was really afraid.

"It can't be the whitish bitter gourd."

Yi Zhan put down his chopsticks, "Yes, yes, yes, it's more bitter than the green ones in the supermarket." ”

"That bitter gourd is a white bitter gourd, which is very easy to grow. Sometimes the bitter gourd falls off, rots in the ground, and grows back the next year. ”

"Huh." Yi Zhan exclaimed, "How do you understand so well? ”

Meng Shu smiled, "I've also suffered before. ”

Yi Zhan stubbornly picked up a jade dumpling, swallowed it painfully, and drank most of the remaining half cup of kumquat lemon in one go.

"Okay, okay, don't eat if you don't like it. I want some dumplings with other fillings in the refrigerator, I'll go and order you some dumplings with acacia filling. ”

Meng Shu, who got up, was pulled by Yi Zhan, "Don't bother so much, these are enough to eat." ”

Meng Shu put the dumplings in front of him, "Then you eat more fried noodles." ”

After sucking a big mouthful of fried noodles again, Yi Zhan was in a good mood, and blurted out his childhood experience. "Every summer, I can't do without four kinds of melons, watermelon, melon, cucumber and bitter melon."

Meng Shu smiled, "You seem to have missed one, and there is a loofah." ”

"That's right, two loofah seedlings can cover the whole yard in the end."

"When I was a child, I used to pull the loofah vine after the sun went down, and the more I pulled it, the longer it grew. In the evening, you can sit under the loofah vine and have dinner. ”

"It's really cool under the loofah vine, but there are a lot of mosquitoes, so grandma will cook dinner earlier."

It is said that the next generation educates bear children, although Yi Zhan is a little childish, but he is definitely not a bear child. Meng Shu was a little curious, how Yi Zhan's grandparents cultivated him so well.

"How are grandparents doing?"

Yi Zhan said very proudly: "Toughly. ”

Meng Shu was also happy, "That's good." ”

"They get up every morning to run, eat whole grains and vegetables they grow, drink old well water, and their blood pressure, blood sugar and lipids are quite normal." Yi Zhan subconsciously glanced at Meng Shu, "What they enjoy every day is ......"

I just want to hug my great-grandchildren!

Under Yi Zhan's burning gaze, Meng Shudang didn't know what to do, so he took a dumpling and chewed it quietly.

She thought that she would be able to fool her in this way, but a trace of blush that quietly appeared on her face still fell into Yi Zhan's eyes.