My sister-in-law is cooking noodles, and the aroma of the noodle soup is already overflowing. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The noodles are cooked more fragrant in the old soup, so the man in white is already hungry to the point of drooling, and he has to grit his teeth until the last pot.

He asked the village woman who collected the bowl for a bowl of noodle soup, but was laughed at by the village woman.

The man in white said that he was scolded, turned his head to complain to Chunjia, and provoked Chunjia to ask helplessly: "You are begging for noodle soup to drink, why do you say that you are helping me please my senior brother?"

"Look at your senior brother, he has been holding the carriage, he wants to vomit but can't vomit, he must have a hangover and didn't wake up. The man in white looked at Mei Xiaoyan and smiled lightly: "Noodle soup can sober up wine, and it is better than strong tea." ”

When this person looked at him, he looked at the hippie smiling face, and he was completely annoying.

After a day passed, I found that my heart was actually kind.

"But ......" Chun Jia was puzzled and shook her head: "People just said that they were afraid that you would eat too little, and that they would be blown away by the wind at night, so how could they say that they scolded you?"

"She scolded me for being a gust of wind at night, this is a man yes, yes ......" The man in white sighed deeply, and couldn't explain the words to Chunjia: "When you become relatives in the future, your senior brother must not be a man with a gust of wind." ”

He said we, me and my brother?

Could it be that he saw it?

Chunjia blushed, turned her head, and stopped looking at the man in white.

Although she didn't understand the deep meaning of the words of the man in white, she always knew that it was a shameful thing.

The second pot of noodles came out of the pot, and the man in white was divided into a bowl of noodle soup.

Chunjia held the noodle soup, blew it cold as she walked, and sent it to Xiaoyan's mouth.

The hot soup was fragrant, Xiao Yan took a few sips slowly, only to feel warm to her stomach.

The noodle soup has a peculiar aroma, which is indescribably refreshing, and it really offsets the smell of wine.

Seeing that Xiaoyan's face was gradually ruddy, Chun Jia raised her eyebrows slightly, and asked lightly with concern: "Are you hungry? Do you want to eat a bowl of noodles? I can beg the man in white to ......."

At the mention of the man in white, Xiao Yan's eyebrows were cold, and she didn't reply, and splashed the residual soup in the bowl.

He's mad at me.

Chunjia bit Sakura's lip lightly and lowered her eyebrows.

I was so stupid that I actually mentioned the man in white in front of him.

If everything the man in white said was true, wouldn't the senior brother live as a shadow of the man in white?

No one wants to be a shadow of anyone else.

I didn't know what to say to soothe Xiao Yan's frowning brows, so I could only gently take the bowl in his hand and return it to the villagers.

Another fast-talking villager ate the second bowl of noodles, and the sound of the dishes sounded again.

The village women laughed and scolded the men who wanted to ask for a third bowl of noodles, snatched back the bowl from their hands, and drove them all home to graze the cattle.

After a few rounds of laughter, some men walked away, and the area around the cauldron was much quieter.

After the third pot of noodles was cooked, the man in white still shirked it, saying that he would wait for the next pot.

Liu Chunjia and Mei Xiaoyan each got a bowl of white noodle soup.

The soup is refreshing, the noodles are smooth, and the flavor is delicious.

Mei Xiaoyan really ate a whole bowl, Liu Chunjia ate more than half a bowl despite her small appetite, and let Xiaoyan finish the rest.

After a bowl and a half of noodles, Mei Xiaoyan felt that his head was no longer so groggy, and he secretly vowed that he would never drink like this again in the future.

Seeing the man in white stretching his neck, biting his chopsticks, obviously looking greedy, but refusing to eat noodles, Chun Jia was amused by his appearance and smiled: "The taste of noodles is delicious enough, why don't you taste a little first?"

"The most patient people can eat the best noodles. The man in white stared at the cauldron tightly, as if he was afraid that the pot would be blown away by the wind, and replied to Chunjia indiscriminately: "When you get married, you will know the beauty of taking your time." ”

He said it as if he understood or not, and he was ashamed of everything, and he said that Liu Chunjia's noodles were popular, and Chunjia secretly swore that he would never talk to the man in white again.

The fourth pot, the fifth pot, the sixth pot.

Until the whole village is fed, the people in white will not eat the noodles delivered to the present.

When the village women put out the open fire and were about to put away the cauldron, the man in white jumped close to her sister-in-law and eagerly stopped her: "Sister-in-law, why don't you cook the best noodles?"

The sister-in-law glanced at the man in white, and her face was displeased: "If you want to eat the best noodles, uncle, it is better to visit the capital, I don't have this skill." ”

"Sister-in-law said with a smile, the best noodles in the world, only sister-in-law can cook. The man in white smiled deeply and asked deeply: "The best noodles are the lotus noodles cooked by my sister-in-law." ”

Hearing the three words of lotus silk noodles, the sister-in-law sighed lightly, and coldly asked the man in white: "If you want to eat lotus silk noodles, you have to be patient." ”

"It's best to eat noodles with the stars and moon in order to eat the most beautiful artistic conception. ”

"Tonight, I'll reward you with a bowl of lotus noodles. ”

"See each other here, a word is a certainty. The man in white saluted his sister-in-law, and put up a face full of flattery: "Sister-in-law go slowly." ”

Although Chunjia was far away, she heard every word they said.

Originally, he had just made a secret oath not to talk to the man in white again, but when he staggered back, Chun Jia couldn't help but be curious, and asked softly: "Aren't we in a hurry?"

"I've been waiting for twenty years, is there still half a day left?"

smiled at Chunjia and pointed to the carriage: "Miss can sleep in the carriage at night." ”

After saying Chunjia, he said to Xiaoyan: "Don't sleep, you have to keep vigil to protect Miss's safety." ”

Xiao Yan said coldly: "This is our business, you don't have to worry about it." ”

"In addition to protecting Miss's safety, protect my safety as well. The man in white was not annoyed by Xiao Yan's coldness at all, raised his eyebrows, and his eyes were full of pride: "If something goes wrong, you may not be able to find out where the enemy is for decades." ”

Threaten me?

With a cold snort, he raised his fast sword: "If you dare to run, I will be ruthless under my sword." ”

"Run?" Pointing to his nose, the man in white laughed a few times: "I didn't spend a penny, I got a bodyguard for nothing, this kind of good thing, where can I find it in the world? Why should I run?"

After laughing, he took off the wine bag in his waist, poured himself a few sips of elixir, and said lazyly: "Fortunately, I didn't eat noodles with my stomach, I hope that wine can make people dream, when I sleep, after I get up, I can eat the world's best taste, this kind of day, the gods are hard to find, the gods are hard to find......"

He rambled on and on, and when he went under the tree, he sat against the tree and fell asleep again.

If he is exiled to an uninhabited island, he will definitely not be lonely.

He chatted with himself, and he could talk for decades.

The night is gradually slowing down.

The stars are always inadvertently filled with the moon's sky.

Chunjia sat in the carriage and couldn't sleep.

She was a little afraid, she was afraid that everything the man in white said was true.

Xiao Yan sat by the carriage and did not sleep.

He clutched his sword tightly and stared at the sleeping man in white.

The man in white slept sloppily, tilting his head and pressing the wine in his hand.

A gust of night wind drifted by, he suddenly woke up, took a sip of wine, looked at the deepest part of the night, and laughed: "Thank you sister-in-law for fulfilling the promise, I really didn't lose the moonlight beauty." ”

The night was as dark as ink, and Tingting walked out of a figure.

It's a sister-in-law, but it's no longer a village woman's dress.

A night suit, a bit of Jianghu love.

Under the moonlight, it seems that she has seen her unparalleled beauty twenty years ago.