"Everyone has their own good, and if you don't think it's good-looking, people think it's good." Yu Wenchu glanced at her gently and said, "It's like some people think I'm good, but you think I'm not good." ”

"Did I say anything like that? Think you're not good, and I'm willing to marry? Mingzhu refused to admit it: "I'm so hungry." ”

Yu Wenchu admonished seriously: "Then don't be picky anymore, don't you know that going out to eat can't attract hatred?" The cook and the guys will spit into the dishes quietly. ”

Mingzhu was immediately disgusted, but also obediently closed her mouth.

The old man in front of him had already pushed open a simple wooden door and motioned for the two of them to enter.

The room was dark, with a small old wooden table and two dirty-looking stools, and nothing else. Mingzhu was a little nervous and a little disgusted, and couldn't help but lean towards Yu Wenchu's side.

Yu Wenchu smiled, led her in, and motioned for her to sit down on one of the stools, and he also sat opposite her, and said to the old man: "Bother the old man to serve the food." ”

The old man said "um" and walked out indifferently.

Mingzhu looked around, the walls were painted in some year, they were already yellow, and the window lattices were relatively strong, but the window paper was not a good product, it looked thick and low, and even the light outside could not be cast much. Looking down again, there was a thick layer of oil floating on the small wooden table in front of her, and she couldn't help frowning in disgust to look at the stool she was sitting on, and saw a lot of black dirt, so the whole person was not good, what is this going to do?

But he saw that the old man was holding a wine jug in one hand, two bowls and two pairs of chopsticks in the other, and there were two wine glasses in the bowl, so he walked up slowly and put them on the table, and walked away again.

"Husband is really comfortable." Mingzhu looked at Yu Wenchu's calm appearance, and was really embarrassed to say that he didn't think it was dirty here.

Yu Wenchu put the bowls, chopsticks and wine glasses in front of the two, and said with a smile: "Aren't you quite smart?" You guess? Guess the prize. ”

"I'm so lazy, let's not bother with that." There must be another big pit waiting for her to jump, so she won't be fooled. Mingzhu carefully looked at the bowls, chopsticks and wine glasses in front of him with the faint light, and only after confirming that there was no strange dirt on them did he breathe a sigh of relief, but he still couldn't help but take out a handkerchief and wipe the two people's dishes, chopsticks and wine glasses twice.

Then she smelled a very hidden but very seductive smell of food, and before she saw the real thing, she had already hooked out all her cravings. I couldn't help but turn around, and saw the old man with a straight face, struggling to carry a food box and walked in, as if they owed him money and didn't pay it back, forcefully lifted the lid of the food box, and then brought out a few soups and dishes from it in turn.

In the first place is a small bowl of hot duck blood vermicelli soup, followed by a bowl of rice balls, which only put two quail egg-sized rice balls, the third bowl is somen noodles, and then there are crystal shrimp dumplings, soup dumplings and other snacks, there are a total of ten kinds, each of which is very few, but it looks very good and smells very good. The old man put the last bowl of braised pork rice on the table and went with a straight face.

"Aren't you going to eat duck blood vermicelli soup? If you don't eat it, it will be cold. Yu Wenchu picked up the small bowl of duck blood vermicelli soup and gave Mingzhu half a bowl, encouraging her: "Try it." ”

Mingzhu hesitated, lowered her voice and whispered, "He won't spit in it quietly, right?" ”

"No, it won't." Yu Wenchu was sure, "Eat it while it's hot." ”

Mingzhu hesitated for a moment, tasted it carefully, and suddenly felt that his tongue was about to be swallowed, so his eyes lit up, and he glanced at Yuwenchu very gently. It's unimaginably delicious, she has never eaten such a delicious thing in her two lives combined, and she can forgive the old man for his cold face and the dirtiness here.

Was a bowl of duck blood vermicelli soup bought so gently? Yu Wenchu was a little silent by her gentle eyes, smiled like a sigh, and did not allow her to continue to attack the remaining half bowl of vermicelli soup, but dialed a rice ball to her: "Don't be greedy, taste a little of everything, otherwise you won't be able to eat the rest of it." ”

The glutinous rice balls are full of the sweet and glutinous fragrance of glutinous rice, with Mingzhu's many years of foodie experience, she can't even taste how the filling is made, she only knows that it is so delicious, so delicious that she sees that Yu Wenchu has risen to a very cute level. If Yu Wenchu hadn't eaten the rice ball before she went to scoop another rice ball, she would have thought he was more cute.

The third bowl of somen noodles is actually just enough for two people to eat a few bites, but the taste of Mingzhu is really indescribable, just like the taste made by the chef who is best at making noodles in Xiangfu. She almost wondered if Yu Wenchu had brought that person here.

"Is it delicious?" Yu Wenchu smiled faintly, and did not eat the noodles in his bowl, but looked at Mingzhu intently, as focused as she had when she met him in the corridor of the Jade Emperor Pavilion on that cool night, but that kind of gaze seemed unscrupulous and cold to her at the beginning, but now it seemed bright and restrained.

There is still the delicious taste of somen noodles on the tip of her tongue, and Mingzhu really can't say anything against her will, so she has to admit frankly: "It's delicious." He frowned: "Don't you tie our chef here, right?" "But if you taste it carefully, the taste is still slightly different, and it is more fragrant and strong.

Yu Wenchu put another soup bag into her bowl: "This should be eaten while it is hot." ”

There is no doubt that it is another indescribable delicious taste, Mingzhu was so moved that she was about to cry, and the ten snacks were eaten quickly, but she did not feel full at all, but felt even more hungry, so she looked at Yu Wenchu's portion, and her smile was particularly flattering: "Don't you like to eat?" ”

Yu Wenchu smiled: "How do you feel when you eat?" ”

Mingzhu said very sincerely: "It's very delicious, I don't think I've ever eaten something so delicious." ”

"How about the duck blood vermicelli soup and rice balls in the City God Temple?"

"I've long forgotten what the duck blood vermicelli soup and dumplings in the City God Temple are like."

"How is it compared to the plain noodles of the Prime Minister's Mansion?"

Well, Mingzhu hesitated for a while, but was still reluctant to belittle his own things, and said very pertinently: "Each has its own merits." ”

"Where's the imperial chef in the palace?"

"This husband knows better than me!" Mingzhu took advantage of Yu Wenchu's inattention, and quickly snatched the small half bowl of braised pork rice in front of him, and said with satisfaction: "It's so delicious." ”

Yu Wenchu said: "Then I will rest assured." This person specializes in making all kinds of famous snacks, and only accepts two people a day, and only makes two portions of each thing. I tasted it by chance, and I never forgot it, and I wanted to bring you to eat it for a long time, but unfortunately it was never my turn. ”

Does this mean that if you want to eat such a thing, you have to queue up? Even the dignified prince can't let him go to the table, but has to wait in line honestly? With such a bad attitude and environment, who is so good? Mingzhu couldn't believe it.