After Yu Bo entered the house, he went up to the bamboo building, and saw the little master standing by the window at a glance, and he knew in his heart that his decision was right.

The lights in the bamboo house were turned on, and Yu Bo came out of the inner room and invited Xiao Yumiao into the bamboo house.

"Uncle Yu, wake up my uncle so late, will he be angry with me?" Probably because of listening to Nangong Fengyi's words, Xiao Yumiao, who had always been arrogant, became cautious.

Angry? How so? Probably overjoyed.

Why else would you go to the kitchen to cook your shou noodles so late? Yu Bo didn't say this.

He said, "Angry? Absolutely not, the master still talked about Xiao Shizi during the day, saying that today is Xiao Shizi's birthday or something, by the way, Yu Bo will give Xiao Shizi the pot of Xuezhu Hanmei. ”

Uncle Yu's words moved Xiao Yumiao, and sure enough, he is still the best uncle, and he remembers that today is his birthday every year.

It's just that it's late now, and it seems that this year I won't be able to eat the Shou noodles cooked by my uncle.

In the quiet bamboo house, there is a faint fragrance of grass and green bamboo, smelling it for nine years, every time I smell this smell, Xiao Yumiao can't help but breathe deeply, I can't wait to swallow this fragrance into my stomach, and I have it for the rest of my life.

For a while, there was no movement behind the screen of the bamboo house, and Xiao Yumiao only said that Uncle was woken up by him and was still changing clothes and freshening up in the house.

Xiao Yumiao sat on the bamboo chair he often sat on in the bamboo house, and he didn't wait for the uncle he wanted to see, but he waited for Uncle Yu again.

Uncle Yu, who came in from outside the house, carried a bowl of fragrant chicken noodle soup, "Xiao Shizi, come and try it, this is the shou noodle that my master just cooked for you, but it has been simmering in the purple bamboo jar on the stove all day, but it is fresh." ”

The chicken soup simmered in a purple bamboo pot is the most fragrant and mellow, except for the uncle who lives in this purple bamboo forest, who else can make it in this world?

The fragrant and tender bamboo Xianggu can only be found in the place where the purple bamboo grows, the green little green vegetables, which are planted by Uncle Yu himself, the red and bright sour peppers, are the favorite of every Xiangcheng person, by the way, the uncle must still bury a poached egg for him at the bottom of the bowl.

Xiao Yumiao looked at the bowl of Shou noodles that Yu Bo put in front of her, only to feel that her nose was clogged, she thought that she would not be able to eat the noodles cooked by her uncle this year, but she didn't expect it......

Sure enough, this trip was worth it.

Yu Bo looked at Xiao Yumiao, whose eyes were red and tears were rolling in his eyes, and said urgently: "Xiao Shizi, what's wrong with you, but it's uncomfortable there?" ”

"No, it's okay, I'm just so happy." Xiao Yumiao's hands quickly wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

A cool and slightly hoarse voice sounded behind the screen in the room, "It's not good, you will cry when you eat a bowl of noodles, obviously you are a year old, you are good, the longer you go, the more you go back." ”

"Uncle, do people have a crying nose? It was just a mosquito flying into my eye. ”

Yu Bo couldn't help laughing, didn't break it, and exited the house with the tray, mosquito? Within a mile of the bamboo house square garden, there will not be a single mosquito.

"Eat it quickly, the chicken soup is already warm, and when it gets cold for a while, the taste will change."

"No, as long as it's the noodles cooked by the uncle, even if it's cold, it must be the best noodles in the world."

Linghu Tianhai, who was leaning on the bamboo couch in the screen and closed his eyes to recuperate, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, obviously very useful for what Xiao Yumiao said just now. （50）