Behind the screen, Linghu Tianhai leaned on the bamboo couch with his eyes closed, and said in a calm voice: "I heard Uncle Yu say that you are going to leave Xiangcheng for a long time?" Why? Could it be that you and Nangong Fengyi have turned their faces? ”

"Uncle, it's a pity that you don't set up a stall to tell people's fortunes."

"Hmph, just that little bit of on you, I can guess with my eyes closed, that Nangong Fengyi is not your lover, you should stay away from him in the future."

Xiao Yumiao didn't make a sound this time, good and bad people, then Nangong Fengyi is impossible with her.

I know the uncle because he was chased by the wolf dog beast raised by Nangong Fengyi and got lost, couldn't find his way home, and strayed into this bamboo forest.

Xiao Yumiao, who was lost in the bamboo forest and was hungry for almost a day, was found and rescued by Uncle Yu and carried into this bamboo house, that day happened to be Xiao Yumiao's fifth birthday, where Xiao Yumiao ate the first bowl of noodles cooked by his uncle,

"Uncle, when is your birthday? Shall I cook you a bowl of shou noodles too? ”

"I only eat my wife's cooked shou noodles."

Xiao Yumiao was dumbfounded, and the horse's fart slapped on the horse's leg.

After a while, he said: "Oh, I know, the relationship between the uncle and the aunt is really good, the longevity noodles cooked by the aunt must be super delicious, right?" ”

The young man who was lying on the bamboo couch in the middle of the room with his eyes closed suddenly opened his eyes, and he gritted his teeth a little, "I don't know." You can't stop eating noodles, so don't eat them. ”

Xiao Yumiao, who was immersed in eating noodles, had long been accustomed to his uncle's disgusting mouth, and he didn't notice the unhappiness of the other party's tone at all, and of course he didn't find that there was a problem with the other party's reply.

It may be that the taste of the noodles is too good, a big bowl of noodles is full, and even the soup has been drunk by Xiao Yumiao.

A bowl of noodles, a bowl of ordinary and unusual noodles. Just because this is a bowl of noodles that can warm people's hearts.

But it was this bowl of noodles, this bowl of very ordinary and ordinary noodles, but Xiao Yumiao saw the relationship between her and Nangong Fengyi more clearly.

Today is her birthday, and Nangong Fengyi can't remember it at all.

Yes, over the years, Nangong Fengyi has never remembered her birthday, because after her birthday when she was three years old, her birthday has been very low-key.

And the reason why her confused grandfather forgot what she promised yesterday must be that she thought that Nangong Fengyi was going to celebrate her birthday.

When the snow bamboo and plum tea brewed by Yu Bo was delivered, Yu Bo looked at the bare ground bowl on the table, smiled, and smiled very happily.

"Come, eat and drink a cup of Yu Bo's snow bamboo cold plum tea to help digestion."

"Thank you, Uncle Yu. By the way, Uncle Yu, the uncle said that the noodles cooked by the aunt are delicious, why have I never met the aunt after so many years? ”

"Huh? What the? Ouch! "Uncle Yu, who was making tea, was scalded by boiling water.

"Uncle Yu, your hand ......"

"It's okay, it's okay, Xiao Yumiao, you sit, Uncle Yu will be fine if you go and rub some medicine." Yu Bo didn't wait for Xiao Yumiao to get up, and had already dodged out of the bamboo house.

Yu Bo, who left, was medicating himself in his room, thinking of Xiao Yumiao's words just now, and then thinking back to the past, grinning and smiling.

That day was the birthday of the little master Linghu Tianhai, and the little master himself worked in the kitchen all day, and finally made a bowl of longevity noodles with full color and flavor.

Shou noodles were placed on the table, and Hu Tianhai went to the inner room to change clothes, just as Yu Bo came back with Xiao Yumiao, who had been sleepy in the bamboo forest for a day and was almost hungry for a day...... （51）