The young Liu Zhan was curled up in the corner of the wall, covered only by a thin layer of cloth.

The snow in the sky was still falling, and after a while, Liu Zhan's body was dyed snow-white.

Blurred vision, unable to mobilize.

In a trance, Liu Zhan smelled a smell of meat.

He hadn't eaten for three days, and he didn't feel hungry, but his instinct for survival made him get up from the ground and stumble towards the meaty place.

He came to a small courtyard, where there were not many people, and an uncle was busy working in the open stove.

The smell of meat seemed to waft from the cauldron next to the uncle.

Liu Zhan sniffed and walked into the small courtyard barefoot.

He was so thin and small that he didn't even notice him at first.

But after a while, an apprentice discovered Liu Zhan.

He picked up the broom and drove Liu Zhan away one by one, shouting in his mouth, "Go, go, where is the little beggar, it's really unlucky!"

Liu Zhan was a little confused, and stumbled out under the drive of the apprentice.

"Wait!" A loud shout.

The apprentice stopped his hand and said respectfully, "Master."

The middle-aged man opened the pot next to him and took out a braised elbow from it, "Give it to him."

"Master, this ......" the apprentice hesitated.

The middle-aged man frowned and urged, "Give it to him."

"Oh." Seeing that he was about to get angry, the apprentice hurriedly brought the elbow to Liu Zhan, "Hey, reward you, get out."

So, the young Liu Zhan ate a whole braised elbow for the first time in a winter.

He crouched in the corner, clutching his elbows and feasting.

He hadn't eaten meat in a long time, and he had never eaten such delicious, hot meat.

Liu Zhan finished eating his elbows, wrapped the thin fabric on his body, curled up in the corner of the wall and fell asleep, still clutching the gnawed bones full of tooth marks in his hands.

"Goo-do-do-doo......"

Liu Zhan opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling in front of him, and there was a bubbling sound of "goooooooo

This is...... Which?

A trace of dazedness flashed in Liu Zhan's eyes, and he suddenly realized that he was lying on the bed now.

Warm, soft, as if everything in the snow was just a dream, and now, the dream woke up.

Liu Zhan climbed out of bed and came to the door, where a rich smell of meat wafted in.

It's the small garden where braised elbows are made.

Liu Zhan silently tightened his clothes.

The dream was shattered.

"Yo, boy, wake up."

The middle-aged man turned his head and saw Liu Zhan standing at the door, handing over a bowl of steaming Yangchun noodles.

Liu Zhan caught the noodle bowl and was stunned as he looked at the red soup with a few drops of lard floating in the bowl.

"What? Don't you like noodles?" As he spoke, the uncle stretched out his hand and wanted to take back the noodle bowl in Liu Zhan's hand.

Liu Zhan came back to his senses, and hurriedly put the bowl close to his body, seeing that there was a trace of ignorance in the uncle's eyes, he quickly explained, "No, no...... I like to eat, noodles."

In fact, Liu Zhan didn't know if he liked to eat noodles or not, because he had never eaten them.

It would seem like morning, and no one was in the yard.

Liu Zhan squatted down in the corner of the wall with a noodle bowl in his hand, carefully scooping up the noodles with his hands and eating them.

The noodles were freshly baked and very hot, but Liu Zhan didn't dare to put them down, worried that the uncle would take the bowl away, because he had never eaten such a decent meal, so he was very careful and cherished.

The busy uncle caught a glimpse of Liu Zhan actually eating noodles with his hands, ran over and snatched the noodle bowl back, frowned, and said, "How can you eat with your hands!" How hot this side is!"

Liu Zhan, who was robbed of food, was a little overwhelmed, and there were uneaten noodles hanging from the corners of his mouth.

The uncle shook his head, put the noodle bowl on the table, took a pair of chopsticks, and then pulled Liu Zhan up from the ground and placed him on a chair. Z.br>

"Eat with chopsticks, do you know?" Uncle uses

The chopsticks stroked, and then handed the chopsticks to Liu Zhan, "I watched you eat."

He was afraid that Liu Zhan would not be able to use chopsticks, so he would use his hands again after he left.

Liu Zhan swallowed his saliva, carefully took the chopsticks, and picked up a chopstick noodle and stuffed it into his mouth, learning from the people in the restaurant he remembered to see.

Sure enough, the uncle was right, Liu Zhan really didn't know how to use chopsticks.

He can only pick up noodles, but he doesn't know how to clamp them, so he looks at every time he picks up a big chopstick noodles, but there are only two or three pieces that can go into his mouth.

The uncle sighed, sat down opposite Liu Zhan, took a bowl and chopsticks again, and wanted to take some out of Liu Zhan's noodle bowl.

Liu Zhan dragged the bowl to his side, dodging the chopsticks stretched out by the uncle.

"What? I ordered all these noodles, so I can't eat some of them?" The uncle sighed in his heart.

Liu Zhan blushed and shook his head, squeezing out two words from his throat, "I, I'm dirty......

The uncle was stunned for a moment, touched his nose in embarrassment, and then said, "It's okay, I'm dirty too."

As he spoke, the uncle was about to fish out of Liu Zhan's bowl of noodles again.

This time, Liu Zhan didn't hide, just blushed and watched the uncle's movements.

The uncle scooped up a small half bowl of noodles, and then said to Liu Zhan, "Look at me."

Liu Zhan looked up at his uncle, who was actually teaching him how to use chopsticks.

Liu Zhan's eyes were hot, he bit his lip and studied carefully.

He was very fast copying.