A few days later, Gao Xiang left, and he wanted to go home directly, so I asked him to bring some Japanese specialties to his parents. Jiang Xia went to the airport to see him off, and when she left, her eyes were full of tears, Gao Xiang stood beside her and comforted him in a whisper, anyone who saw it believed that this was a couple with deep feelings.

A few days before the New Year, my senior brother and I also completed our tasks, and my senior brother wanted to go home from New Year's leave, but I was afraid that after these few days, there would be no way to go back to the Chinese New Year.

"Come back to Gunma with me!" The cold-faced god said, "Mother Leng misses you very much. ”

"Yuko, will you go too?" I asked cautiously.

Leng Mianshen thought for a moment and nodded, "She will go back to Nantian's house, but she won't come to the house, and she usually sails to Nantian's house." ”

"Liar." I looked at him, "You will go to Nantian's house to find her, I don't want to go to some mountain forest for cultivation during the Chinese New Year." ”

The cold-faced god smiled, "During this time, you have changed, so fond of guessing?" Let's just go to the fortune telling and see if Yuko will come to me? ”

"Don't forget it, my instinct is 100 percent." I already had an ominous premonition, Yuko would not give up the cold-faced god lightly, and besides, there was a little devil named Nantian Hang by her side. Although, this little devil seems to be on my side lately, and has not been quietly seen.

"Mom Leng, can I invite you to Tokyo for the New Year?" In the evening, I called Leng's mother and asked.

"No, New Year's is very traditional in Japan," Leng Ma rejected me in one bite, "and anyone who wants to incense his father can't help but come back." ”

"Xiao Leng," I pushed Leng Mian Shen with a hint of illusion, "I'm left alone in Tokyo, is it okay?" ”

"Don't even think about it." The cold-faced god was reading the report, and he replied to me without raising his head.

"We've broken up!" I yelled again and ran over to toss his report aside, looking at him with a pout.

"I know," the cold-faced god ignored me and took the return sheet, "you don't have to remind me every time. ”

In the end, I still obediently returned to Gunma with a cold face. This guy withheld my passport, stole my credit card, and my original plan to escape home was shattered.

"Mother, we're going home." The cold-faced god pulled me and saluted in front of Leng's mother.

"Welcome home." Leng Ma stood at the door, it seemed that she had been waiting for us for a long time, and when she saw the two of us getting off the bus, she actually had a smile on her face.

"That, the servants have all gone home for the New Year, and today's Chinese New Year's Eve dinner will be handed over to you." Leng's mother walked with me and said to me with a smile.

"Isn't it!!" I grimaced, "This family, why are they all the same?" ”

The Japanese New Year is our New Year's Day, and December 31 is called "Daihan Day" in Japan, which is what we call Chinese New Year's Eve. On this day, soba noodles are eaten because they have the meaning of good luck and good luck. In addition, buckwheat is a good symbol of the ability to immediately return to its upright position even if it is exposed to the wind, sun and rain. However, soba noodles are easy to bite, which means cutting off all the hard work of the year, so soba noodles are not so easy to make.

However, none of this matters, the important thing is that I have never made soba noodles at all.

"Grandma, help me." As soon as I made a phone call, I went straight back to my ancestral home, in the hands of my grandmother, who was nearly eighty years old.

My grandmother has been a housewife all her life, and she can't do anything else, and she is quite good at making noodles, so under the guidance of my distant grandmother, I learned to make soba noodles. This is very different from the way I used to make noodles, and how to make soba noodles is also a kind of knowledge.

I was busy in the kitchen for more than an hour before bringing the noodles to Leng Ma, who didn't think I was slow, but picked up the noodle bowl first and drank the soup.

"Sweet and sour, it tastes good." Leng's mother praised me.

"The noodles are chewy enough," Leng Ma tasted, "What are you made of?" ”

I had a smug smile on my face, "Secret." ”

Neither Leng Mian Shen nor Nan Tianhang spoke, and at the moment when Leng Ma spoke, he ate a bowl of noodles, and then handed the bowl to me, "Can I ask for another bowl?" ”

Seeing the look on God's face, Leng Ma became serious, "Since it's a secret, I won't ask, but please prepare thirty people's portions before ten o'clock for workers who can't go home." At ten o'clock, they will come over to eat. ”

My smile froze on her face, and she definitely did it on purpose.

There are 30 workers in Leng's mother's house who did not go home for the New Year, and it is not an easy thing to finish the noodles before ten o'clock. I pulled the cold noodle god to help in the kitchen, and he was with me while I was cooking.

"Remember last year's Chinese New Year's Eve dinner?" The cold-faced god asked.

I laughed and asked him, "Do you still want to eat the scallion pancakes I made?" ”

The cold-faced god smiled, "You were really good-looking at that time. So serious, so careful to work, it's fascinating. ”

"Now I'm also working very seriously, isn't it attractive?" I stopped what I was doing, wiped the sweat from my forehead, and got my face on it.

The cold-faced god came over and helped me wipe off the flour, but his hand did not leave my face, "Xia, you are more attractive to me now than you were then." ”

If it weren't for Leng's mother coming to the kitchen, the cold-faced god would have kissed me in the kitchen. As a result, Leng Ma came in and saw the cold face God helping me wipe my sweat.

"How's it going?" Mother Leng looked at the work in my hands, "They will be here in ten minutes." ”

I nodded, "No problem, the water is boiling, put the noodles down, just roll a few rolls." ”

When the workers were eating in the restaurant, I saw Leng's mother take a bowl of noodles and put it in front of the husband's spirit, "This is made by Xia, a very nice girl, how about you come and see?" I didn't disturb him, the lively atmosphere in the restaurant was in stark contrast to the loneliness of Leng Ma, who was serving noodles to the workers to thank them for taking care of them for a year, and I stood at the door, looking at them from afar, and my heart was filled with strange sourness.

"Are you tired?" At night, lying in a familiar room, but I couldn't sleep at all, the cold-faced god looked at me for a long time, so he sat up and asked me.

I shook my head and sat up and leaned into his arms, "Tomorrow, you go to the shrine with Yuko!" ”

"What about you?" The cold-faced god lowered his head and asked me, and his hand couldn't help but hug me tightly.

"I go with Leng's mother, she is always alone, so lonely."

The cold-faced god nodded, "Today, let's go to the shrine together!" Call Mom and Hang, and the four of us will go together. ”