Ling Yue, come on, come on, freshly out of the pot xiaolongbao, try it. Song Hui greeted warmly, but he didn't put down his chopsticks for Ling Yue, because he knew that Ling Yue actually had some slight cleanliness.

As soon as the lid of the xiaolongbao was opened, the fresh and fragrant heat came to his nose, and Yan Wei showed an intoxicated look on his face, and blurted out: "It's so fragrant!" ”

The pride and pride on Song Hui's face can't be hidden, "This is the ancestral secret recipe of our old Song family, uncover the ten miles of incense, and it is our old Song family's buns!" ”

"You taste it, you will never forget it again!"

Before Song Hui's words were finished, Ling Yue had already sandwiched the buns and put them on Yan Wei's plate.

When Xuanxuan saw it, she secretly stretched out her hand and twisted a handful of the meat on Song Hui's waist, Song Hui was in pain, but he wanted face, and the expression on his face was only distorted for a moment, and then it returned to normal.

At this time, he didn't dare to say anything more, and obediently sandwiched a bun for Xuanxuan, "Wife, eat, see if what I did today." ”

Xuanxuan ignored him, lifted the lid of the casserole, and scooped shredded chicken porridge for Yan Wei and Ling Yue.

Song Hui smiled, put a bun in his mouth, and quietly rubbed his poor piece of flesh with his other hand.

After Ling Yue finished sandwiching Yan Wei, he gave himself a white and tender little bun.

He took a closer look at it first, secretly compared Baozi and Yan Wei's fists, and finally came to a conclusion-

Yan Wei's fist is more beautiful.

The filling is soft, the aroma of oil is not greasy, and the taste is incomparable.

After eating one, I start looking forward to the next one, and I can't stop at all.

Ling Yue savored the taste of the steamed buns, comparing them with the steamed buns of Old Man Song in his mind, trying to find out the difference.

The taste is still the same taste, but Old Man Song is more sophisticated, and the taste he makes is peaceful, and the flavors of various spices can be perfectly blended together.

And Song Hui's buns owe some heat, which is a little abrupt.

Ordinary people can't taste this at all, they only know that it's delicious, but with Ling Yue's tricky tongue, it's still clear what the difference is.

However, it is also very good that Song Hui is young and can have such skills.

For Ling Yue, this taste is nostalgia, but for Yan Wei, this taste is really amazing.

Unexpectedly, in this inconspicuous courtyard, there is such a delicacy.

Yan Wei swallowed the bun in her mouth and gave a thumbs up to Song Hui and Xuanxuan, Song Hui was proud: "I know that no one can resist the taste of our old Song family!" ”

Xuanxuan smiled: "Yan Wei, if you like to eat, eat more, don't be polite here, just treat it as your own home." ”

"Thank you, Sister Xuanxuan, I will definitely eat well, even if you don't say it, I won't eat less." Yan Wei blinked, looking playful.

Song Hui and Xuanxuan had actually eaten it a long time ago, but they just ate something more to make it comfortable for the two of them.

Yan Wei took a sip of shredded chicken porridge that was boiled with rice, and the smoothness of the entrance made people linger, and the unhappiness of life was temporarily blocked in his mind, and it became simple and pure.

If Chef Jiang is the top taste, then this porridge is full of fireworks in the world, although it is simple and simple, but it is touching enough.

Yan Wei feels that this is the most wonderful enjoyment, and it is really the happiest thing to be able to start the day with deliciousness.

Something went into his stomach, alleviating his hunger, and the speed at which the two of them ate couldn't help but slow down, Song Hui asked Ling Yue curiously, "Ling Yue, what are you doing now?" After so many years, I don't know how you're doing. ”

"It's nothing, it's just a little business." Ling Yue said lightly.

He didn't want too many other things to be mixed between the pure friendship between the two, so he didn't want to say anything about the Ling family.

When Song Hui heard this, he immediately complained: "You kid, you can never be truthful, small business? Tell me, it's a small, multi-digit business! ”

Ling Yue's family background was not simple, and this cognition had already existed in Song Hui's mind from the time they had just met.

Just ask, who has a Rolls-Royce pick-up and drop-off? People who can have this kind of pomp and circumstance are definitely not ordinary people.

Therefore, when Ling Yue said that he was doing a "small business", Song Hui couldn't help but complain.

After hearing this, Yan Wei couldn't help but feel that Ling Yue was a little too pretending to be the letter between A and C.

Ling Yue scooped another bowl of porridge, and he opened the topic with a light smile: "Don't talk about me, it's you, Brother Song, how are you doing?" ”

Song Hui was stunned, he didn't expect Ling Yue to ask about his situation, he pointed to these guys in front of him: "I, I'm just boiling porridge and selling steamed buns!" ”

When he said this, Yan Wei realized that this is actually a place to do business, but why is there no guest today, but it is like an ordinary home?

When they met for the first time, she couldn't ask Song Hui directly, so she looked in Ling Yue's direction and waited for him to ask.

Ling Yue really asked the question: "Today, why don't there be any guests here?" ”

As soon as this question was asked, the faces of both husband and wife became stiff, Song Hui was even more stammering and didn't know what to say, Xuanxuan reacted first, she said with a dry smile:

"This business, one day it will be good, one day it will be bad, how can there be people every day!"

This reason was normal and sounded convincing, but the expression on Ling Yue's face undoubtedly said one thing—he didn't believe what Xuan Xuan said at all.

"Really?" Ling Yue looked at them steadily, and the look in his eyes made it impossible for the couple to look directly at them, and they all avoided Ling Yue's gaze.

At this time, Yan Wei affirmed one thing, something must have happened to the old Song Porridge House, otherwise it would not be such a deserted appearance, and the two of them kept silent about it, which really clearly explained that something happened to them.

Song Hui lowered his head and drank the porridge in disguise: "Of course, what else can we do." ”

If you ignore his weak tone and erratic eyes, then there is still credibility in this statement, but with his current behavior, anyone with a discerning eye can see that he must have hidden something and did not say it.

Ling Yue simply put down his chopsticks: "Brother Song, you raise your head to look at me." ”

"Look at what, hurry up and eat, it won't taste good if it's cold for a while." Song Hui not only didn't look up, but lowered his head a little deeper, almost burying it in the bowl.

"Brother Song, I haven't seen you for many years, I didn't expect you to be the same Brother Song back then, and you didn't even dare to look up at me." There was disappointment in Ling Yue's tone.

However, Yan Wei knew that Ling Yue was actually agitating like this.

He also knows Song Hui and knows that Song Hui actually can't stand the agitation the most.

Sure enough, Song Hui immediately looked up at Ling Yue, and his tone was excited: "Who said I didn't dare to look at you, this one is up to you!" ”