This matter quickly reached Tang Yuan's ears under the addition of yellow hair, and he smiled and said, "Isn't this very good?"

Huang Mao: "It's good, I just think it's too weird."

Tang Yuan reminded him, "In the West, feelings are inherently very open, and it is not unusual for Jingjun to grow up abroad."

Huang Mao was still sighing, "Maybe I have inherited the ancient ideas of my ancestors!" After a few words, he began to tease him, "I want to know who picked your kaolin flower. I think back then, you refused to be a woman, but you were much more ruthless than Jing Jun......

Tang Yuan probably also thought of the scene he said, "Jing Jun is the second sister." Naturally, she still had to save some face, but in the end, the fierce look that flashed on her face made him suddenly frightened, which aggravated his breath.

After all, a woman's jealousy is terrible.

Nishimura Kowako has learned from the past, he has already endured all the hardships.

At present, the most important thing is to be able to bring the low-temperature slow cooker to the market after mass production.

Then this year's Spring Festival, he will have the opportunity to return to China.

……

After the game, Yu Jian didn't stay long and set off back to the capital.

Zhang Hua agreed with her that she would go back to Beijing in two days to go to Yu's restaurant to cheer, and she readily agreed.

Yu Jianguo deliberately closed the store to pick them up at the airport, and brought Yu Yuan's children with oil bottles.

"Ahh I sneezed several times along the way."

Yu Jianguo shook his head and kept looking in the direction of the exit, and replied impatiently: "That's because you have a cold, I just went to the flower shop to buy it in the morning, and there are still dewdrops on the petals!"

This is to deceive the boss who doesn't understand anything, and the dew drops are clearly the water droplets scattered by the boss's wife!

Yu Yuan pursed his lips, sneezed again, and rubbed his itchy nose.

"Daddy, Maruko!" The moving door opened, and Yu Jian saw Yu Jianguo and the others at a glance, for no other reason, the bouquet in Yu Yuan's hand was too big, like a walking flower basket.

Yu Jian couldn't help laughing, but she couldn't blatantly laugh at the little guy, so she could only hold back her laughter and rub his head desperately.

Yu Yuan handed her the flower in a milky voice: "Sister, congratulations on winning the championship!"

Yu Jian happily took the bouquet, lowered her head and sniffed it fiercely, and suddenly a strange smell rushed to the tip of her nose-

She sneezed hard—

The scene was eerily quiet for a while.

Yu Yuan squinted and looked up at his father: I'll just say it.

In the small courtyard of Zhumen, light smoke has already risen.

Yu Jian pushed open the door, took a deep breath, and a sweet aroma of noodles came to her nose. She was overjoyed: "Is Uncle Jianping cooking noodles?"

Yu Jianguo smiled mysteriously and pointed inside: "It's not Jianping."

And who else is there?

Yu Jian was full of curiosity and pushed her luggage inside. The small courtyard in winter is full of layers of crockpots, with Yu Jian's spring brewed sauce and Yu Jianguo's pickled vegetables in autumn, revealing the strong warmth in the small courtyard.

"A little put, yes, yes, that's it......" In the kitchen, one person pointed to the other.

The voice—

Yu Jian pushed open the door with a bang: "Uncle Wu!"

Someone turned his head and showed a familiar smile, and even Rhubarb, who was lying at the door obsessively looking at his master, stretched slowly, turned his head together, and showed a smile.

Wu Guoliang raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Coming back? Then get ready to eat!"

Calmly and naturally, he turned his head and continued to point at Yu Jianping: "Wrong, wrong, put that first!"

Yu Jianping pinched a small steel basin and was full of question marks: "This?"

"No, the one next to it, yes! Ouch, why don't you do it with me!"

"Pull it down, can you knead it now? Stand there and don't move!"

It's still a familiar scene of bickering.

In the dense light, Yu Jian felt that the moistness in her eyes became more and more intense, her throat moved, and she was suddenly blocked by something and couldn't speak.

"Huh?" Rhubarb tilted his head to look at her, how could the human mood of these two legs suddenly drop, and the big head arched the crook of her leg and bit her trouser leg.

Yu Jian rubbed her eyes and patted its head with a smile: "Obediently, I brought you a gift."

"Wang!" It also has gifts?? Rhubarb instantly became excited-

Wu Guoliang taught Yu Jianping to make a classical noodle - Bazhen noodles. This is the pasta that ordinary people will make when they celebrate the happy event, and it can be regarded as congratulating Yu Jian for winning the first prize in the competition.

Chicken thighs, chicken breasts, crucian carp meat, and river shrimp meat are boiled and dried very dry, and fresh bamboo shoots, mushrooms, sesame seeds, and Sichuan peppercorns are ground into a very fine powder and mixed into flour. The powder should be added gradually, so that the umami flavor will be integrated into the flour little by little.

The kneaded dough exudes a rich aroma of mushrooms, which is refreshing.

The dough is rolled out into long strips, staggered and staggered, and sprinkled into a hair-thin dough line.

The pot has long been boiled with fresh juice, and it is also boiled with bamboo shoots, mushrooms and shrimp, which is as clear as spring water, and there is no trace of meat and oil. Bring the juice to a boil, add the noodles and stir slowly to spread evenly.

The aroma wafted and spilled into everyone's nose inch by inch.

Yu Yuan waited at the kitchen door with drooling, and kept shouting, "It's so fragrant......

Yu Jian also sped up the action of changing clothes, and hurriedly opened the door and sat at the dining table.

A bowl of clear soup noodles is on the table, the green onions and sour are not sprinkled, the color is white, the noodle soup is pure, slightly stirred, as if the white hair is blooming, it is even more eye-catching than the Wensi tofu.

When I smell it, I just feel that my breath is full of umami. Yu Jian picked up the bowl and took a small sip of clear soup, and in an instant, a string broke in her brain, and her eyes suddenly widened.

It's -

"Everyday things are not named." Wu Guoliang came out of the kitchen and said with a smile.

"Nothing is particularly precious, chicken, fish, shrimp can be found everywhere, dried bamboo shoots, mushrooms, peppercorns, sesame seeds are also commonplace, and even this soup base is only slowly boiled with water. But these noodles are eaten by the gods, and they want to be nostalgic for the taste of the world."

Yu Jian slowly recalled his words, and after a moment of stunnedness, she raised her head, her face suddenly brightened, "I understand."

He also said, "Uncle Wu, if you participate in the white case competition, the champion will definitely be yours."

In fact, she is also thinking deeply about the final theme of the white case, although the chefs are all delicious, but she always feels that there is still something missing.

Today, as soon as these eight treasures came out, she was stunned. The extraordinary back is made up of countless plain accumulations, which is the long-term continuity.

"That's it—Uncle Wu's noodles are delicious!" Yu Yuan also coaxed on the side, he didn't know any gorgeous adjectives, in the concept of children, there are only delicious and undelicious.

Yu Jianping came out of it with a bowl, with a black face: "What Uncle Wu made?" I clearly did it!"

Yu Yuan's heart groaned, it was broken-

Forgot about Uncle Jianping after being busy-