The eighth master was also stunned, but he didn't expect that the hairpin and earrings were all butterfly shapes. After being stunned, he smiled, "Man, are you trying to make us a set?" ”

The young man also laughed, "It's really not a small intention, it's a coincidence." The material of this earring pendant and hairpin is the best recently, and there are not many, only the same. ”

"That's a coincidence." Mao Tongtong smiled and looked at the hairpin again.

The butterfly earrings of the hairpin are naturally larger, so that they are not about to fly, as if they are attracted by peach blossoms, and it is a gesture to stop and appreciate.

"I like them all, I bought them all." The eighth master said on the side.

Mao Tongtong didn't squeak, stared at the hairpin for a while, and said, "Wrap that pair of earrings." ”

She has a lot of hairpins with mutton fat and white jade, almost all of which are given by the eighth master. Although there is no butterfly shape, it is not as amazing as the pair of earrings just now. Sometimes it's really the first thing that moves people's hearts the most.

"This hairpin is not intended?" The eighth master couldn't help but ask. He felt that he also liked it from Mao Tongtong's eyes.

"It's beautiful, but it's not stunning." Mao Tongtong turned his head and smiled at the eighth master, "Ye originally wanted to make a commemoration, then I think it's good to pick a stunning look, don't ask for more." ”

The eighth master smiled knowingly, "What Tongtong said is reasonable. ”

The guy also knew how to look at the eyes, so he put away the hairpin immediately, carefully packed the earrings, and said something like good sight.

Coming out of Yumantang, it was not early. The eighth master looked at the pedestrians on the street who had begun to decrease, and couldn't help but say, "Let's go to the restaurant later!" ”

originally planned to go to the restaurant in the afternoon, but he didn't want to be left by Mr. Zhao and his family to eat. This will make up for it.

"Okay!" Mao Tongtong is naturally willing, there are still a few famous restaurants in Yangzhou City, and some signature dishes cannot be made by the chefs in the house.

It's okay not to come to Yangzhou, even if you think about it occasionally, you won't be too greedy. But this will stand in Yangzhou City, and as soon as he talks about the restaurant, he seems to be impatient.

It was just evening, and there weren't many people in the restaurant. When the eighth master and Mao Tongtong arrived in the spring of the four seasons, the private room on the second floor happened to be empty.

"Today, the master will eat with Tongtong." The eighth master smiled.

"Okay!" Mao Tongtong smiled, didn't look at the menu, opened his mouth, and the names of the dishes jumped out one by one.

Xiao Er's memory is good, and when Mao Tongtong finished reporting, he quickly repeated it, and there was no mistake in it. Then he went downstairs and ordered the kitchen.

"Tongtong hasn't come back for so many years, and the name of the dish is really familiar." The eighth master smiled.

"That's it, sometimes I still smell it in my dreams!" Mao Tongtong is a serious way.

Saying this, the eighth master, Hongwang, and Yali all laughed. Chun'er didn't understand, but when she saw that everyone was laughing, she also followed silly.

When everyone had laughed enough, Mao Tongtong said again: "You may not be able to get used to eating for a while." Even if you don't think it tastes good, don't say it to me. If you're hungry, you can go back late for a snack. ”

In fact, she is not from Yangzhou in her life, and she is not used to eating Yangzhou food when she first crosses over. But after staying for three years, the taste has slowly adapted, and after leaving for more than ten years, I often think about it. When I was in the house, I occasionally asked the cook in the small kitchen to make one or two Yangzhou dishes, but after all, it was not authentic, and it was always a little bit bad.

"Okay!" The eighth master replied with a smile and looked at the three children again.

Hongwang was the first to nod, but Yali said: "Eniang, the osmanthus cake in the afternoon is very delicious, and the lunch is also delicious, I don't think it's bad to wait." ”

Chun'er chimed in, "It's delicious." ”

Mao Tongtong smiled, and then remembered that he had a meal at Mr. Zhao's house in the afternoon, but those two people were not from Yangzhou, and the dishes they cooked were not authentic Yangzhou dishes.

"You'll talk about it later."

While waiting for the dishes, the sky gradually darkened, and the voices downstairs slowly became noisy, obviously more and more people came to eat.

The door was opened, revealing Xiao Er's enthusiastic face and a tray of fragrant delicacies.

With a family of five, Chun'er was only a two-year-old child, so Mao Tongtong only ordered six dishes and one soup, and it was soon complete.

Southern cuisine, regardless of its taste, is at least delicate in appearance. So even if Mao Tongtong gets vaccinated first, everyone is still looking forward to it.

The eighth master had stayed in Yangzhou for a few days, and he was still familiar with these dishes. It's just that after many years, I still feel a little unaccustomed to it. Hongwang, on the other hand, frowned. Yali also had a bitter face.

The dishes in Jiangsu and Zhejiang are all sweet, which is too light compared to the heavy taste in the north. Mao Tongtong had expected that they would not like it.

"Who just said it was delicious?" Mao Tongtong couldn't help laughing.

"Eniang, I ate too much osmanthus cake in the afternoon, so I won't be too hungry." Yali rolled his eyes and smiled as he put his chopsticks down.

Hongwang blushed a little, swallowed the food in his mouth and said: "It's different from the taste of the capital, it's special." ”

"Hahaha!" Mao Tongtong finally couldn't help it, put down his chopsticks and clapped his hands: "You kid will really save face for me." ”

"Isn't it because you don't want us to say it's unpalatable!" The eighth master shook his head helplessly.

"Come with me this time." Mao Tongtong smiled, looking a little emotional.

This dish is not about taste, but about memories. Now that it is back to Mao's Mansion, in order to take care of the tastes of the eighth master and the children, the dishes are more close to those in the capital.

"Actually, it's okay to eat a few more bites." The eighth master smiled: "No matter how bad it is, let's just eat a bowl of white rice and fill our stomachs!" ”

"Don't say it's so pitiful. Sweet and sour tenderloin, stir-fried shrimp, and drunken snails are still good. Mao Tongtong recommended it.

The family talked and laughed, and ate a lot of dishes one after another. By the time it was over, a cool night breeze was blowing in from the window.

It's been almost five or six hours since I left the house early today, and I can't help but feel a little sleepy after dinner. Especially Yali and Chun'er, their little heads began to grow little by little, so the eighth master asked Chen Guo to go to the checkout and took Mao Tongtong downstairs to go home.

I don't know if I was tired or careless, Mao Tongtong's feet slipped when I went downstairs. She couldn't help but exclaim, the eighth master hurriedly stretched out his hand to support her, and on the other side, someone listened to the movement and looked over.

"Did you twist your foot?" The eighth master asked worriedly.

Mao Tongtong tried to turn his ankle, shook his head, and said, "I'm fine, I slipped a little." ”

"You're tired and distracted, aren't you?" The eighth master didn't let go as he spoke, and kept holding her arm downstairs.

Mao Tongtong glanced around a little embarrassed, feeling that her face was a little hot, but she didn't notice that someone behind her was looking at her back fixedly, and she looked shocked.

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