"Yes, yes." The waiter was very happy, "In the whole Jinhai, only our family has iron noodles." ”

"That's good. If you don't order any food, just bring us two bowls of tin noodles. Lu Chengze didn't answer the menu at all.

"Sir, are you—are you sure?" The waiter was not only surprised, but even a little surprised.

"Yes. Two bowls of tin noodles. Lu Chengze nodded.

The disappointed waiter left in a huff.

"Hey, if you go to a restaurant as big as someone's house, as long as you have two bowls of noodles, it's not enough for someone's private room fee." Tang Xiaoqing said with a smile.

"When I was a child, I loved to eat tin noodles the most, and every time we ate them, we never ordered. A big bowl per person and a lot of food. When he said this, Lu Chengze had a strange expression on his face.

Tang Xiaoqing suddenly remembered that before Lu Chengze was six years old, he lived in the countryside with his parents, and his parents did not dare to do money-making work in order not to be found by their families, and their lives were very poor.

He is eating iron noodles like this now, presumably because he wants to reminisce about his old life.

After understanding this, when Tang Xiaoqing looked at Lu Chengze again, her eyes were much more tender.

In fact, Lu Chengze is a very affectionate and nostalgic person, after colliding with his grandfather head-on just now, although he is still calm, Tang Xiaoqing can feel that he is uncomfortable in his heart.

Especially when it comes to iron noodles, Lu Chengze is even more silent.

His mind must have returned to his childhood, the happy life of their family of four in the countryside, and his ill-fated parents......

"I've never heard you talk about your mother—" Tang Xiaoqing couldn't help but ask.

Since listening to Song Bo tell the love story of Lu Chengze's parents, she admires them very much in her heart, especially Lu Chengze's mother, such a famous daughter, for love, willing to hide in the countryside and suffer like that, and eat it for six or seven years, without regrets.

I don't know what happened to her after she was taken back to Europe by Lu Chengze's grandfather, Tang Xiaoqing was very curious about it.

"She has always been in a coma and has never ......woken up," Lu Chengze's eyes were a little red when he said this.

It turned out that his mother was in a vegetative state, no wonder they all avoided mentioning it, but they were reckless.

"I'm sorry." Tang Xiaoqing hurriedly apologized.

Lu Chengze smiled tolerantly and took Tang Xiaoqing in his arms.

In order to divert Lu Chengze's idea, Tang Xiaoqing opened the exquisite menu, and on the noodle page, she saw "iron noodles", with a price of 20 yuan per bowl.

"You were very extravagant when you were young, and you ate noodles for 20 yuan a bowl! Do you know what my brother and I liked most about noodles when we were kids? It's flour noodles, and it's only five cents a bowl—"

"Silly girl, we ate it 20 years ago, or in the countryside, and a bowl of iron noodles is only two yuan. The biggest feature of the iron noodles is that the noodles are hard and sufficient, and the rice bowl is as big as a basin-"

When Lu Chengze first said this, the waiter entered the private room with two bowls of so-called iron noodles.

As soon as she saw the "hard and sufficient" iron sheet, Tang Xiaoqing laughed "poof".

The two small bowls of tin noodles were not much bigger than wine cups.

Looking at the noodles in the bowl, if Tang Xiaoqing eats it in a big bite, she will eat it in three bites at most.

Lu Chengze looked at the super pocket-sized small bowl, and was stunned, but he also shook his head and laughed.

This is completely different from the iron sheet in his memory.

"Hey, 20 yuan a bowl, so little!" Tang Xiaoqing said speechlessly.