Chapter 644 Yangchun Baixue firewood, rice, oil and salt
After a while the wind blew by the Thames River, Qianjun took his hands and rainy rain toward the city.
Chen Yanyu was a little hungry and wanted to eat, but she didn't like Western food. The high calorie and unpalatable taste of Western food were enough to make Chen Yanyu nauseous. During her time in the West, she missed the taste of the country very much.
But it is already very late now, and it is still abroad. I wonder if I can find such a store? It has the smell of hometown.
God is attached to them. After Shen Yanyu and Qianjun walked around, he finally saw a small shop in a dim alley with only one street light, which read "Republic Cantonese Restaurant" in traditional Chinese characters. .
Outside the small restaurant, there is a domestically familiar fragrance.
Qianjun and Shen Yanyu laughed and suddenly felt that the street light was particularly warm. Chen Yanyu felt even more moved. At this moment, tenderness surged. He even felt that he held Qianjun's hand tightly under the street light and walked like this. , Keep walking, if snowflakes fall in the sky, can we walk until we are white?!
The two walked into this small shop, and there was an older aunt cleaning the table. The shop was not big but very clean, and the decoration was not luxurious, but it showed a strong national charm. However, it seemed that the store was about to close. When she saw Qianjun and Chen Yanyu walk in, the aunt who was cleaning the bathroom was stunned for a moment. Even she was amazed by Chen Yanyu's beauty.
Wherever you go, beauty like Misty Rain will be the focus of attention.
Seeing the aunt's eyes, Chen Yanyu suddenly felt ashamed and quietly buried her head in Qianjun's arms. Qianjun sat down with Chen Yanyu, and Qianjun said softly: "Auntie, can you help us get the menu?"
The aunt finally woke up. She hesitated for a moment and said, "But... we are all about to close!" The aunt also seemed to be in a dilemma. The boiler was cold, and it was still necessary to make a fire?
Chen Yanyu stood up with disappointment and wanted to leave. Qianjun stopped her and said to the aunt: "We have searched around, and there is only this Republic restaurant. My girlfriend wants to eat the taste of her hometown. So can you help?"
Qianjun's tone of speaking was very sincere, and his very comfortable temperament moved the aunt. Moreover, looking at Chen Yanyu's somewhat anticipated gaze, the aunt finally nodded: "Okay...you sit for a while!"
After a while, the aunt took out a menu and went to the two of them. Qianjun browsed it briefly and found that in addition to Cantonese cuisine, there were other snacks from all over the country. In fact, this restaurant took care of all Chinese people who were traveling abroad, braised dishes, Hunan cuisine, Sichuan cuisine, etc. are all available, but they are mainly used to make Cantonese cuisine.
Chen Yanyu looked at it for a while, and happily stretched out his hand to point at a small dish and said, "Auntie, can you give us a plate of pickled vegetables first? Then a bowl of peeled eggs and lean meat porridge, thank you!"
Qianjun ordered another portion of Guilin rice noodles, and the aunt took the menu and walked into the kitchen.
After a while, the aunt brought the hot porridge and Guilin rice noodles, not only brought a plate of pickled vegetables, but also delivered a portion of fried peanuts. Then, quietly returned it to the kitchen.
Qianjun and Chen Yanyu both picked up chopsticks and stuffed things into their mouths. Chen Yanyu ate pickled vegetables and ate the eggs with greasy mouths. Sometimes they could secretly look at Qianjun's eyes, and happiness and sweetness came to life on the paper. Qianjun also looked at her, If your eyes touch each other, you will smile and then bury your head to eat.
Sometimes happiness is so simple. The spring, snowflakes and moonlight will always belong to a small part of life, which does not account for a proportion. More people deal with food, rice, oil and salt all day long and go to the vegetable market when they get home from work every day, and then go to the vegetable stall and meat stall. The stall owner bargained for 50 cents, and then happily went home to eat home-cooked meals on TV. Then he watched other people's love and moon on TV and quarreled with his family and went to bed. Life continued the next day...
These days of roughness are the most real and always dominate the mainstream. Even though the rain has occupied the high stage, most of the time she still has to eat a boxed rice with Director Zhang in the studio for ten yuan in the studio. Talk about topics that are not elegant, and then pursue your own dreams.
The spring and snow are good, but not real. The simple food is not good, but warm.
Chen Yanyu picked up a piece of meat from his bowl with chopsticks and put it into Qianjun's bowl, and said softly: "You used to have no meat when you had eaten with you, but today you don't have meat in your bowl. Are you used to eating?"
Qianjun laughed: "Don't you like to eat vegetarian food too? It's a pity that it's so late, there are no vegetarian dishes you like to eat in this store."
Chen Yanyu shook his head, his eyes showing a strong sweetness: "Actually, what I eat doesn't matter. As long as you are here, I like it even if I drink spring water and eat wild vegetables." Looking at Qianjun's eyes, there was a deep love. meaning.
The prosperity is over and the dull. The scenery outside is unlimited, but the family knows its own affairs. Others must worry about their livelihood every day and think about how to raise the tuition for their children next year, but they have relatives and lovers to accompany their families and have fun. The misty rain looks endless scenery Attention, but hiding in the corner, she always missed the warmth of the family in harmony when her father was alive, and had to endure the pain of leaving her mother after the sky was wide and the birds were flying. She didn't even dare to have her own love. If she says it, she is afraid she will be ridiculed.
Now being with Qianjun is like a dream for her.
God is fair. Anyone will lose something when he gets something, but he just can't notice it.
Qianjun picked up the rice noodles in the bowl, and Chen Yanyu shyly walked into his mouth, feeling heartbroken.
"Bang!"
A loud bang finally broke the sweetness of Qianjun and Shenyanyu. Qianjun and Shenyanyu turned their heads and saw that at some point, a few dark-skinned black men were surrounded by the door of the small shop, holding baseballs in their hands. The stick yelled at the store in English: "Damn the yellow pig out for me. I thought you would close the store, but I didn't expect it to be closed yet! I'm very brave."
In fact, it was not too late. It turned out that the reason why the aunt in the store wanted to close the store was because she was afraid of hooligans and disturbing the trouble. Unfortunately, the arrival of thousands of troops and the misty rain disrupted the aunt's rhythm.
Chen Yanyu was startled by these black men, and she instinctively hid in Qianjun's arms for his protection. Qianjun's arms were the warmest harbor of Chen Yanyu. In this harbor, no matter how strong the wind and rain hit her Not afraid, because Qianjun has enough ability to protect her.