"Then, um...Aunt Mo, do we really want to use this dish to challenge us?"
"What? Do you think there is something wrong with my formula?"
"No, no, no...that's not what I meant, it's just the name of this dish...Oh!"
Wei Cheng looked at the dough in front of him dumbfounded, followed the steps according to Mo Yueyin's recipe, and unconsciously glanced at the name of the dish.
"Big bowl of wide noodles"
Excuse me???
Is Mo Yueyin serious? She actually wants to take this dish out?
Although the overall process and the tedious steps seem to be fine, this name...is it really a man?
“What’s wrong with the name of the dish? Isn’t ‘Large Bowl of Wide Noodles’ delicious?
To tell you the truth, this dish was not created by me alone, but was named by a senior who was at the same time as me. Isn’t it nice to have a big bowl and wide noodles?”
Although she said it lightly, Mo Yueyin did a very solid job in supervising her work, leaving no room for Wei Cheng to be lazy.
"The senior in the same period? Aunt Mo, could the senior you are talking about be..."
"Shut your mouth and knead the dough!"
Mo Yueyin's white fingers hit Wei Cheng's forehead accurately, and with a snap of her fingers, he lowered his head and continued kneading the dough obediently.
For a moment, the only sound left in the kitchen was the sound of kneading dough and the instructions coming from Mo Yueyin from time to time.
"The dough needs to be cracked, knead it hard, and the heat needs to be controlled..."
Wei Cheng followed the recipe and secretly observed Mo Yueyin's expression, and quickly came to several conclusions.
However, even after guessing a few conclusions, Wei Cheng still followed the instructions that Mo Yueyin taught him and actually completed the cooking in front of him.
While making the noodles, Wei Cheng unconsciously came up with some lyrics in his mind, and then sang them out.
"Look at this noodle, it's long and wide, look at this bowl, it's big and round..."
"Wait! What are you humming?"
When Wei Cheng sang the lyrics, there was a faint invisible sound energy gathering around him, and eventually it flowed into the dough he was polishing, causing the entire dough to start to glow, which surprised Mo Yueyin.
"No. I just kneaded the dough according to the recipe, and didn't do anything else."
After hearing Mo Yueyin's question, Wei Cheng immediately shut his mouth, the gathering sound energy also stopped, and the vision that appeared on the dough also disappeared.
Of course he would not tell Mo Yueyin that the moment he looked at the recipe, this melody could not help but appear in his mind.
"Continue! Can you try to sing the song just now?" Mo Yueyin frowned, a flash of light flashed in her eyes. After confirming that there was no abnormality around Wei Cheng, she closed the doors and windows and told him to continue making noodles.
Wei Cheng nodded, playing with the dough on the table again, and the vision in his mind reappeared.
Lines of lyrics were recited in his mouth. When Wei Cheng sang those lyrics, the sound energy that had originally dissipated in the surroundings began to gather again, entered the dough, and started the noodle making process again.
Mo Yueyin, who was standing by, seemed calm on the surface, but deep down in her heart, there was already a turmoil.
"These...are the words he sang back then..."
I could only hear Wei Cheng reciting the lyrics, and the surrounding sound energy also changed accordingly, projecting the image of a carefree and uninhibited man, standing just behind Wei Cheng, showing a faint smile to Mo Yueyin without leaving any trace.
.
And when this man appeared, the dough on the table was also kneaded, polished, and put into the pot by Wei Cheng with skillful methods, as if the man was personally instructing Wei Cheng.
Mo Yueyin glanced at Wei Cheng and found that the young man in front of her was following the recipe and concentrating on cooking without noticing the changes in his surroundings.
"Yu, no wonder...you wanted to keep this recipe."
The moment she saw the man, Mo Yueyin understood.
This is not so much a recipe as it is a ray of thought left by the man during his lifetime. The man hopes that this dish can be passed down and not disappear with him, so he asked Mo Yueyin to leave this recipe.
Come down.
In the past, Mo Yueyin also tried to make the dishes recorded in this recipe, but no matter how many times she tried, the man's shadow never appeared. She even asked Mo Qingxian to try to wake him up.
The man's thoughts are all in vain.
Mo Yueyin knew that the reason why the man left this recipe was definitely not just to complete the bet with Saiba Joichiro, but it must have a deep meaning. However, when she made it after hundreds of failed attempts,
It was still just ordinary noodles, so she gave up.
But he never thought that after so many years, Wei Cheng would actually successfully inspire the man to retain a ray of thought in the recipe.
"Is he the one you are waiting for..."
Mo Yueyin stared at Wei Cheng's busy back with complicated emotions, immersed in the rhythmic lyrics.
…
While Mo Yueyin was supervising Wei Cheng in making noodles, he was in an elegant rest room far away from V Restaurant.
A neatly dressed and beautiful woman was walking slowly and leisurely in the huge courtyard, holding a "Three Body" novel in her hands and looking at it slowly.
Suddenly, the beautiful woman's body trembled, she couldn't hold the novel steady and dropped the book on the table.
"Why, Xiaoqi, you sometimes have trouble holding it? It's really surprising!"
A crisp laughter appeared next to the woman, with a hint of mischief in the voice. The overall appearance was elegant and graceful, and there was a faint faint sound of birdsong.
The woman silently glared at the source of the sound with her beautiful pink eyes, then tied up her hair that was originally hanging on the ground with a butterfly-shaped hair accessory, and changed into her going out clothes.
"Lingyuan, I want to go out."
"Go out, where are you going?" The playfulness in the voice suddenly lost a bit, and he turned to a question.
"The legacy left by that person has been inspired. I'm going to meet the person who inspired the legacy. Do you want to come together?"
With her slightly pink reddish-brown hair pulled up and hidden under the deep brim of her hat, the woman took a step forward and appeared a few feet away like a fluttering butterfly. She was about to step out of the room.
"Wait, wait! I'm going to ask Sanwu and the others first. Please wait for me. Don't leave in a hurry!"
When the voice saw the woman about to leave, it panicked. In an instant, a girl in a red dress appeared from the source of the voice. A pair of wings grew from the girl's back. The moment she flapped her wings, the girl disappeared.
Traces.
The woman couldn't help laughing when she saw the anxious look of the girl in the red dress. She simply sat by the window and looked at the photos on the page. The photos showed a handsome man with dark red hair and Le Zheng, who was still in his infancy.
Aya and Lezheng Ryuga's frontal smiling face.
"Long years no see...are you all okay?"
The woman who was called "Xiao Qi" murmured to herself a few times, closed the book in one breath, and then a pair of butterfly wings composed of sound energy spread out behind the woman and flew in the direction where the girl just left.
