It is said that wine can dispel sorrows, tea can relieve hangover, and when Mei Xiaoyan woke up, she drank a bowl of strong tea handed by Chunjia. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The tea was so thick that it was bitter in the mouth, and it failed to relieve hangover.

Suo sorrow is still haunted in his heart, and last night's wine has not been able to dispel his sorrow.

When they walked out of the inn, they saw the carriage that had taken them to the casino yesterday.

The man in white opened the curtain for Liu Chunjia and smiled: "Miss, don't worry, I won't break into this room anytime and anywhere." ”

Chun Jia entered the carriage, and the man in white looked at Xiao Yan: "The road is still long, I'll let you have half a seat." ”

When Xiao Yan shared the seat with the man in white, she heard him ask, "Presumably your junior sister has already told you about my usefulness?"

"Even if you're good for nothing, I won't let you escape. Xiao Yan hated: "After I repay my old hatred, if I find out that you told me a half-word lie, you will be my new hatred." ”

The old hatred is not over, but when it comes to new hatred, he seems to have been blinded by hatred.

Listening to Xiao Yan's gritted teeth, the man in white casually took off the wine bag in his waist, took a sip, stuffed the horse whip into Xiao Yan's hand, and smiled drunkly: "If I didn't want to use you to drive the carriage, how could I give you half a seat?"

The wheels slowly came out of the city, and the man in white had fallen asleep after a few drinks.

Before he went to sleep, he didn't forget to tell Xiaoyan that when it was time to eat, he must wake me up.

Chun Jia listened carefully, the man in white breathed deeply, and his snoring voice was calm, not like pretending to be asleep.

Even so, Chun Jia secretly opened the curtain several times to take a look, afraid that he would suddenly hurt Xiao Yan with his backhand.

The road is yellow with withered leaves, and the beautiful scenery has been blown away by the autumn wind, just like Xiaoyan's life, it has never been brilliant.

After walking for more than two hours, I finally saw the village in the distance.

It was noon, but there was little smoke.

At the entrance of the village, there is a small shrine of the land lord, where several unburned incense sticks are lit, as well as offerings such as fresh fruits and steamed buns.

The best white-flour steamed buns were supplied with stones, just to ask the grandfather of the land to bless them with a good harvest every year.

The village road was narrow, and some villagers were hurrying to the road, and the horse-drawn carriage slowed down.

Seeing that the villagers were beaming with joy and gathered in one direction of the village, Mei Xiaoyan couldn't help but wonder and frowned.

A hospitable villager saw the stranger driving into the village, and greeted Mei Xiaoyan affectionately: "It's time for the young man to come, today is the birthday of the land lord, and the village begged the sister-in-law to cook somen noodles for everyone to eat, if you don't stop tasting this freshness, you will come to the world in vain." ”

Just as Mei Xiaoyan was about to answer, the man in white suddenly woke up, stretched his neck long, sniffed hard, the corners of his mouth were about to drool, and his face was full of joy: "Fragrant, this smell is so fragrant, it smells weird!"

He was so anxious that he didn't even have time to drink the wine, snatched the horse whip in Mei Xiaoyan's hand, and rode the horse in the direction where people gathered.

In the most spacious place in the village, a large cauldron was set up.

The cauldron is surrounded by tables and stools of various colors, which at first glance are pieced together by various families.

There is a case next to the cauldron, and more than a dozen village women are busy.

Peeling garlic, chopping green onions, grinding sesame oil, mixing ginger vinegar, a festive scene.

If people who don't know see this scene, they still think whose doll is married.

Actually, it's just my sister-in-law cooking noodles.

Noodles, long and thin, take the auspicious sound of longevity, so when you celebrate your birthday, you must eat a bowl of noodles.

I don't know if the land lord can eat the noodles of the world, but the villagers can be full today.

Because this bowl of noodles is a noodle cooked by my sister-in-law.

Some people say that the god chef is in the folk.

Who can't cook a meal or two for a long time?

However, being able to make a bowl of ordinary somen noodles to a level that everyone praises, this is probably not a god chef, but more like a kitchen god.

Therefore, the sister-in-law is often laughed at by the villagers and said that it is the grandmother of the stove king.

However, who has ever seen such a good-looking grandmother of Shewang?

My sister-in-law was cooking noodles by the cauldron, and she used a pair of chopsticks in each hand.

Very long chopsticks, growing like two freshly chopped bamboos.

The pot is very large, and if you don't have such long chopsticks, you can't stir the whole pot of noodles, and the noodles will inevitably lose their tendons.

The sister-in-law wore a blue headscarf on her head and wore a coarse linen dress, looking like an ordinary village woman.

She doesn't apply fat powder, her figure is slender, if you only look at the back, she looks like a big girl who has not been out of the cabinet.

It's a pity that the years have left traces on her face, and the faint fine lines at the corners of her eyes seem to tell that she has spent forty years of spring and autumn.

The villagers all hope that they can turn back 20 years and see with their own eyes the beauty of their sister-in-law when she was a girl.

My sister-in-law's finger power must be outstanding, otherwise, how can she play with four chopsticks like long bamboos?

The first pot of noodles had been cooked, and my sister-in-law still used long chopsticks to divide the noodles into forty large bowls.

The noodles are evenly divided, and it seems that the number of roots in each bowl is the same, which is really breathtaking.

Twenty bowls were poured with toppings prepared by my sister-in-law, and twenty bowls were filled with soy sauce, chopped green onions, sesame oil, garlic paste, and old vinegar.

When the fragrance dispersed, the men knocked the dishes loudly, and they couldn't hold it anymore.

At this time, no matter how the women laughed at the men's greed, the men didn't care, as long as they could get a bowl of noodles cooked by their sister-in-law.

The man in white had already crowded to the villagers' table and sat down, and he also got a bowl, but he reluctantly pushed the noodles to the child next to him.

He bit his chopsticks tightly, turned around and shook his head at Liu Chunjia who was standing: "Hold back, you must hold back, the old noodle soup will be more fragrant, let's wait until the last few bowls." ”

Yesterday, 500,000 taels of silver tickets turned a blind eye in his hand, but today, he salivated over a bowl of somen noodles.

Chun Jia lowered her eyebrows and smiled secretly, although this person is full of nonsense, he is also a little innocent and cute.

Seeing that the villagers were eating deliciously, but they were all gobbling up, the man in white couldn't help but smack his lips and shake his head: "This way of eating is a waste of taste, how can you taste the most wonderful part of it? ”

While the villagers were eating half a bowl of noodles, the second pot of noodles was filled with boiling water.

When the sister-in-law picks up noodles, it is like dancing with her hands.

The noodles are churning in the boiling water under her dance, like little white dragons in the river.

The more chewy the noodles, the less they should be cooked in water.

My sister-in-law knows how to do it, so the noodles don't stop at the tip of her chopsticks.

The man in white stared at his sister-in-law's technique, and then turned back to Chunjia and said with a smile: "You learn from others, and when I go to your house in the future, you can cook me a big bowl." ”

Family?

Chun Jia's heart was a little sour.

I was raised by my master since I was a child, and I never knew who my parents were.

If even my brother wasn't Master's biological son, would I still have a home?

Chunjia smiled lightly.

A woman's smile is the most beautiful answer, although you don't know what she wants to say.

The men ate all the noodles in the bowls, and banged the dishes again, as if each person could eat ten bowls of noodles.

While the women were collecting the bowls, the man in white begged a village woman: "Sister, can you reward me with a bowl of noodle soup?"

The village woman laughed at him: "Such a big man, is he full after drinking soup, aren't you afraid of a gust of wind at night?"

The man in white blushed and begged for mercy again and again.

After the village woman answered him, he turned his head and sighed bitterly to Chunjia: "In order to help you please your senior brother, what have I been scolded for?"