At the end of the year, Wen Jinghao took Lin Chuxia and returned to his hometown of Baoji, Shaanxi. The family is ready and waiting for the couple to come home.

Lin Chuxia's parents and relatives came to Baoji the day before their wedding and checked into the hotel they had booked. My daughter is getting married, and my heart is like breaking the five-flavor bottle, and I can't tell the taste.

Lin Chuxia felt a little regretful because Luo Chuchu didn't come to her wedding, there was no girlfriend there, as if something was missing.

When the wedding date was set, she wanted to be the first to tell Luo Chuchu, but was stopped by her mother.

"It's so far, don't bother, besides, you know if people have time."

"Then I'll tell her too." Lin Chuxia dialed Luo Chuchu's phone.

"Chu Chu, my wedding is on the 28th of this month, can you come?"

"I'll try my best, Xia Xia." Luo Chuchu knew that this day would come eventually.

"If you're busy, forget it, besides, it's far ...... to go back to your hometown" Lin Chuxia listened to Luo Chuchu's voice, the wind was light and light, without a trace of enthusiasm. I don't know when it started, invisibly, there is something that makes the distance between the two of them get farther and farther apart.

"I'm pregnant, and the pregnancy reaction is terrible, even if I want to go, Yang Siyuan won't let me go."

"Congratulations, don't come if you're pregnant, take care of it, and I'll see you after the New Year." When Lin Chuxia heard the news, she felt a little comforted in her heart, and everything was relieved, because she thought too much.

……

"Chu Chu is pregnant, I'm really happy for her!" Mother Lin is really happy, as long as Luo Chuchu doesn't come, Luo Yichen doesn't know the day her daughter gets married, and her daughter marries smoothly and ends her wish.

"What about the bridesmaids?"

"Wen Jinghao's sister is fine, my mother will tell Jinghao about it."

"Okay." Lin Chuxia felt that Luo Chuchu didn't be a bridesmaid, so it didn't matter who would do it.

Wen Jinghao's younger sister, Wen Jingnuo, is a delicate and quiet girl who graduated from college and works in a company. Lin Chuxia got along with her for a few days and got along very well.

……

Wen Jinghao and Lin Chuxia's wedding was a traditional Chinese wedding.

Lin Chuxia wears a phoenix crown on his head, his face covers his head, his shoulders are draped with a long silk, and he has a long skirt on the floor, like a phoenix crown like the reincarnation of a noble concubine, graceful and luxurious, atmospheric and luxurious.

Wen Jinghao held a weighing rod wrapped in red paper, he hesitated, his hand trembled slightly, and he was a little nervous.

He slowly raised the weighing rod in his hand, and gently picked up the red hijab on Lin Chuxia's head, a pink face, a peerless beauty, in front of him, his heart was pounding.

"Lift the hijab with satisfaction, and the groom strokes the green silk with his hand!" The host's voice was loud: "It means getting married!" ”

Wen Jinghao raised his left hand and gently ran it through his hair.

There was a round of applause in the auditorium.

……

Lin Chuxia's parents returned to Beijing after the wedding banquet, and she looked at the back of her parents in the distance, and her heart was sour, remembering what her father said at the wedding.

"You're going to leave with this kid next to you, I haven't had time to say I love you yet, I just hope he will love you more than me, but daughter, I just want you to know that I will still use the rest of my life to protect you!"

Lin Chuxia's tears flowed down, Wen Jinghao put his arm around her shoulders, took out a tissue, and handed it to her.

……

In the following days, Wen Jinghao took Lin Chuxia to walk all over the streets and alleys of Baoji, introducing the taste of his hometown.

"Try this, my favorite dough rolling."

Lin Chuxia sandwiched a piece of dough and put it in his mouth.

"How? Is it tasty? ”

"This one, it seems to be eating meat skin."

"Okay, do you know Qishan Zhenzi noodles?"

"I've heard of it."

"Qishan Zhenzi noodles is a fine noodle in the pasta, originated in the Shang and Zhou dynasties, in the Guanzhong area, on the first morning of the new year, every household will make Zhenzi noodles, the first bowl, first sprinkle some soup in front of the door to pay tribute to the ancestors, the land lord, the warehouse god, the stove god, after the family can enjoy."

"So particular about ......"

"Boutique, of course, must be exquisite, and the approach is meticulous and unique. Its characteristics: thin, gluten, light noodles texture; Fried, thin, Wang is the soup is hot, the noodles are less hot and more hot; Sour, spicy, and fragrant are the flavors of the noodles, and the addition of vinegar makes the noodles taste oily but not greasy. ”

"Listen to the gluttonous ......"

"Boss, let's have a plate and a mouthful of incense."

"Okay......"

"Can you finish a plate?"

"Of course you can, a mouthful of fragrant, as the name suggests, is a bowl of noodles to eat in one bite!"

After a while, the store brought up a plate of noodles, six small bowls, and indeed only saw the soup, not the noodles.

"Taste it!" Wen Jinghao picked up the chopsticks and picked up the noodles: "Look, just this chopsticks head noodles, eat them in one bite." ”

"It's so sour...... Lin Chuxia took a bite of noodles: "However, it's delicious!" ”

"Zangzi noodles have a history of more than 3,000 years and were the state banquet during the reign of King Wen of Zhou. King Wen slaughtered the dragon, and the original Zhenzi meat in the legend was Jiaolong meat, which was later changed to pork. ”

"Lie to people, how can you use dragon meat?"

"It's just a legend, but it's documented."

"Food culture is a part of a nation that cannot be abandoned, and there is nothing more powerful and direct than eating to reveal the characteristics of national culture." Lin Chuxia finished eating a bowl and was ready to drink soup.

"You can't drink soup, this is the particularity of eating Zhenzi noodles, drinking soup means that you don't eat it, and you are full."

"Why are you so exquisite, I'll break this exquisiteness." After Lin Chuxia finished speaking, he took a sip of soup: "It's so sour!" ”

"One more bowl!" Wen Jinghao frowned slightly, looking at Lin Chuxia with loving eyes.

"Of course!" Lin Chuxia served a bowl of noodles.

"The average man has to eat about ten bowls to be full."

"Hehe, that's a bit exaggerated!"

"Boss, another plate of spinach noodles, a plate of lasagna!"

"Can you finish it?" Lin Chuxia looked at him in surprise.

"Of course! Let's see if a man can eat a dozen bowls! ”

"If you can't finish eating, whoever is a puppy!"

"Then today will open your eyes!"

Two plates of noodles were brought up and placed on the table.

"It's spectacular, a table of noodles!" Lin Chuxia put the chopsticks to his lips.

"At first glance, the girl is a foreigner, these bowls are nothing, and the flowing water seat is spectacular!" The shop was smiling.

"What kind of flowing water mat?" Lin Chuxia was puzzled.

"Even the locals, when there are red and white things at home, they still follow the custom of eating noodles in the Western Zhou Dynasty. At the banquet, the soup on the soup, the noodles on the end, each guest from the big bowl of noodles to their own small bowl, only eat noodles without drinking soup, the bowl of used leftover soup will not be thrown away, but by the guest to the kitchen poured into the cauldron and the original soup mixed processing, the fire keeps boiling, tumbling, and constantly circulating, until the guests are full of wine and food, satisfied before dispersing. ”

"Can you eat such a meal? Too unhygienic! Lin Chuxia was too puzzled, put down the chopsticks, and didn't plan to eat.

"Now that it's improved, the soup won't go back to the pot!" Wen Jinghao explained: "I'm just telling you that this is how the noodles are passed down. ”

"Okay, I'll watch you eat ......" Lin Chuxia was indeed full.

Wen Jinghao actually finished eating the noodles on the table, which really impressed Lin Chuxia......