"You guys really grew up together..."

Wang Sicong looked at the people who were immersed in making noodles and couldn't help but sigh.

He actually has a very good impression of the city of Xi'an.

It’s not just because my friend is from Shaanxi, nor just because my “career” has been successful here.

It is the kind of temperament that the Guanzhong Plain has exuded since ancient times.

Don't mention anything else, just dry noodles, how does he think these old Shaanxi people like it.

Big bowl, heavy oil, snoring...

Don't worry about men, women, old or young, I can feed you all from a large bowl of noodles.

And the scene before him was simply the culmination of his knowledge of the old Shaanxi people.

Because of work, no one drank.

While drinking Coke, when the dishes were all served, bowls of noodles were served one after another.

A group of people all have a big bowl of noodles.

Only myself...

How hungry is he? The most he can eat is a small bowl.

Then, holding his own small bowl, he watched the group of people adding spicy pepper and pouring vinegar. He even knew who liked what to eat. For example, Xu Yang finished adding vinegar and directly handed the bottle to the person next to him.

Xu Cong......

Xu Cong bypassed Xu Xin and handed it to Xu Zhi.

Xu Zhi also handed over the spicy guy in front of him...

Silently, the tacit understanding came out.

Then a group of people stopped talking and began to immerse themselves in making noodles.

The sound of purring, coupled with the rapid tapping of the bowl...Wang Sicong hasn't even taken a bite yet, saliva has already begun to slosh in his mouth.

After hearing his words, Xu Yang raised his head and glanced...

"very?"

"It's nothing, it's just that... you guys feel... it's quite strange. It feels like you are particularly harmonious when eating together."

Xu Yang was happy:

"Haha, is that so? We have been eating like this since we were little. At that time, the poor people in the village would hold yellow porcelain bowls and sit together while eating. After eating, they would put the bowls on the threshold and go for a run in the mountains.

Went there."

"Brother...what is this?"

"Gecu means squatting."

"Oh~~"

Looking at Wang Sicong who suddenly understood, Xu Yang said:

"I've been busy this year, and now the weather is bad. Next summer, let's go sand washing. You can stay in my village for two days..."

"Meidi hates it?"

Listening to the eldest young master's words, Xu Yang nodded vigorously:

"Um!"

"Haha~"

The young master, who had a great appetite, stirred the noodles in his bowl with kuaizi and began to eat.

The door to carbon water paradise opened for him once again, completely surrounding him.

…

If you don’t drink, just eat quickly.

After finishing the meal, Xu Xin wiped his mouth and everyone went to sleep.

Xu Yang also wanted to drag him to a disco.

I have many friends here in Xi'an.

But Xu Xin refused, took the plan for "The King of Masked Singer", and went straight to the Royal Garden with Wang Sicong.

People in Xujiawan basically have houses in Xi'an, so it doesn't matter where they go.

As long as you don't drink and drive, everything else is fine.

Neither of them drove.

Just like digesting food, he walked quietly from the factory to the villa.

I was rambling here and there along the way.

There was no one else around at the moment, so the eldest young master finally said something heartfelt to him:

"Thanks."

"Thank you for what?"

"Wang Xiao...Wang Ying's matter."

Wang Sicong, who was so talkative that he had a bald mouth, finished speaking and slapped his mouth directly:

"Bah! Bad luck!"

"..."

Xu Xin couldn’t laugh or cry:

"Are you really going to kill me?"

"What else? I can't think about her now. I feel uncomfortable when I think about her..."

"...How uncomfortable is it?"

"I can't tell... On the one hand, I feel blind, why did I suddenly get sick? On the other hand, I feel scared... mainly because of the shadows... Just... I don't dare to think about it, you understand? I don't dare to think about what I have to find.

Only such a girl can enjoy...it's not enjoyment, anyway...just..."

Seeing that he couldn't sum it up for a while, Xu Xin said:

"Pure love? Not the kind that seeks your money?"

"right!"

Looking at the busy traffic on the street, Wang Sicong nodded vigorously.

But Xu Xin suddenly felt a little emotional:

"So, the wisdom of our ancestors is amazing. We are well-matched and our words are not bad at all..."

"Pull him down quickly."

Wang Sicong's eyes were full of disgust:

"You haven't seen much of it. Do you know what I've heard about since I was a child? How many things have happened in the kind of marriage between powerful people that subvert your three views? If nothing else, the couple is doing their own thing.

It’s a small fight. Some things sound like fantasy stories to you.”

"That's not what I'm talking about. It has nothing to do with how much money you have. What I'm talking about is three views."

Xu Xin corrected his understanding:

"You are a perfect match in terms of outlook on life. At your point, the financial foundation is no longer important. What you need to find is the kind of person... who can make up for you and make you more complete. For example, Yang Mi and I...

"

It's a good thing he didn't mention Yang Mi.

When mentioning Yang Mi, Wang Sicong sighed directly:

"Oh... I also want to find Dami."

"...???"

Xu Xin's eyes suddenly became strange.

Wang Sicong was also stunned...then quickly shook his head:

"No, what I mean is that I also want to find someone like Da Mi. Do you know what I hope for Wang Xiaoben? At the beginning, I just liked her simplicity, and then...after we got together, I

I wanted to transition her to the level of Da Mi. Da Mi didn’t know everything at the beginning, right? Wasn’t it taught by Uncle Xu? I thought I would teach her first, and then when it came time to talk about marriage, I asked my dad to

Teach her..."

"..."

For a moment, Xu Xin was speechless.

Now it seems that Wang Ying really "missed" a lot of things.
To be continued...