"I'm sorry. Our restaurant specializes in a variety of dishes, and the pasta is just a garnish. The waiter introduced.

"Iron noodles in such a bowl look too unfeeling." Lu Chengze said disappointedly, "That's it, you let your kitchen make us two large bowls of iron noodles, no matter how much money it costs, but you have to use that kind of big bowl, and you must-"

Lu Chengze asked the waiters one by one according to his memories.

Looking at the extraordinary Lu Chengze, the waiter instinctively agreed and wrote it down carefully.

When they were negotiating, Tang Xiaoqing tasted the iron noodles in front of her, nodded and said, "Except that the noodles are a little hard, the taste is still good." ”

"Iron noodles are delicious because they are hard noodles." Lu Chengze also tasted it after speaking, and frowned, "The hardness of this noodle is too far behind." ”

After tasting another bite of soup, Lu Chengze directly put down his chopsticks and said to the waiter, "Forget it, don't do it." You iron noodles are too unauthentic. Check out. ”

"I'm going to eat these noodles first." Tang Xiaoqing felt that the noodles were okay and was ready to leave after eating.

"Let's wait to eat the most authentic iron noodles." Lu Chengze put away Tang Xiaoqing's chopsticks domineeringly.

If he doesn't eat iron noodles, once he tastes a little, he misses the taste of his childhood more and more.

After settling the bill, Lu Chengze pulled Tang Xiaoqing out of the hotel, drove all the way out of Jinhai.

Tang Xiaoqing smiled bitterly: "Hey, Lu Chengze, just eat a bowl of noodles, you won't go to the place where you lived when you were a child, right?" ”

Lu Chengze smiled and nodded.

"Are you really going?!" Tang Xiaoqing was dumbfounded, "How far is it from Jinhai?" ”

"When I was a child, I thought it was very far, but now that I have a highway, it's only four or five hours by car." Lu Chengze's eyebrows were filled with excitement.

Looking at his expression, it doesn't look like going to eat a bowl of noodles, but more like a wanderer who has been away from his hometown for a long time and can't wait to return to his hometown.

It's a pity that it is not his hometown, and even if he rushes back, he can't find his relatives back then.

Thinking of these, Tang Xiaoqing was inexplicably sad.

"Okay. As long as you like, I'll accompany you. I also want to taste how delicious the most authentic tin noodles are! Tang Xiaoqing said.

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The nearly five-hour drive on the highway not only allowed them to cross several cities, but also directly across provinces.

At nine o'clock in the evening, the car stopped in a small place called Zhengyang Town.

Zhengyang Town is barren and backward, and as far as the eye can see, there are mostly low-rise bungalows and tiled houses.

At this point in time, the city is still noisy and lively; But in Zhengyang Town, it was deserted, and there were few pedestrians in sight.

In order to eat the so-called most authentic iron noodles, Tang Xiaoqing and Lu Chengze didn't eat anything along the way, and they were already hungry.

Lu Chengze pulled up in front of a bungalow on the corner.

Under the dim street lamp in front of the bungalow, there was an old and crude sign with five big characters written on it: "Zhengyang Iron Surface".

"This is it!" Lu Chengze's eyes flashed with two lights, and he said happily, "It is said that the courtyard we rented back then has long been demolished, but fortunately, this hotel has always been there." ”

Looking at Lu Chengze, who was pointing to the signboard and was as excited as a child, Tang Xiaoqing suddenly felt a little sorry for him.

She seemed to see the happy scene twenty years ago, when the pair of handsome men and women in ordinary clothes but with extraordinary temperament, with a pair of handsome twins, walked into this small noodle restaurant again and again.