People in the capital are very particular about etiquette.
Since it is close to noon, there is no reason to let the guests leave hungry. Regardless of being rich and frugal, you must serve a lunch with all your heart.
On that day, "Tang Xin'er" prepared fried noodles with soybean paste.
Different from ordinary people's diced pork fried sauce, "Tang Xin'er" is so light. Her sauce is fried with shrimp skin.
The four colors of "noodles" include a plate of cucumber shreds, a plate of boiled green beans, a plate of bean sprouts, and a plate of radish.
The noodles are mixed noodles that Hong Yanwu bought when he went out. They were boiled and put into a bowl. They exuded a warm bean aroma and made people hungry.
The place to eat is of course in the courtyard, with a small table and stools, fragrant flowers and plants, and a cool breeze blowing under the loofah stand.
In short, everything reflects the comfort, comfort, freedom and spontaneity of people's homes...
But this meal made Xuan Ye very excited.
Because although this was a common sight among the people, it was the first time she had ever experienced it in her life. She had never eaten noodles with soybean paste, nor had she ever sat casually in the yard to eat like this.
Her parents don't know how to cook. When she was a child, she ate in the cafeteria with her parents, which served Northeastern style with big pots and shovels, and big basins and bowls. Now, although there are chefs from the army at home, considering her parents' place of origin, they are also from Anhui.
people.
Anyway, no matter which one, it lacks bourgeois style, is not aesthetic, is not graceful, and only has the enthusiasm of pragmatism. To put it bluntly, there is no breath of life, lack of emotional communication, and eating is just eating.
So she never thought that she could express her feelings so easily over a simple home-cooked meal.
What Xuan Ye saw was that Hong Yanwu and "Tang Xin'er" were sitting at the dinner table, talking quietly and intimately.
What they talk about is nothing more than firewood, rice, oil and salt, and nothing more than the East is long and the West is short.
What else is there: "Eat noodles without sauce, and bombard Jiaomin Alley. Eat noodles without marinating, bombard the British government. Eat noodles without jealousy, bombard Xishiku." This set of routines makes people think.
It's an incomprehensible, incomprehensible joke.
But even though there is no real meaningful content, even a hammer here and a stick here and there, the joy of their communication and the look of devotion are extremely vivid.
Not to mention that, "Tang Xin'er" consciously took the bowl in front of Hong Yanwu and mixed him noodles, put in sauce, poured in vinegar, and added "noodle code".
Hong Yanwu picked up a large head of garlic, peeled it off one by one and threw it into a bowl. Then he specially picked out a few small, white and tender ones, put them on a small plate, and gave them to "Tang Xin'er".
The two of them acted skillfully and no one asked a question. They were obviously familiar with each other's requirements and had obviously repeated them countless times.
This kind of tacit understanding and implicit tenderness cannot help but surprise Ye Xuan. In her eyes, this is an unimaginable existence.
In Ye's family, her parents are recognized as model couples by the army. However, their minds are entirely focused on work, and their daily conversations rarely involve family.
In addition to the education issues of several children, the discussions were basically about politics, the situation, the work arrangements of the army, and personnel trends.
The father can't figure out his own salary, the mother can't figure out the family's income and expenditure, and they can't figure out each other's clothing sizes or their children's birthdays.
Speaking of this, what is rare and valuable is that her parents remember her birthday, but they often get her actual age wrong. They either say she is one year older or she is one year younger.
In the past, she didn't think there was anything abnormal about this because all the families around her were like this.
Even because of the influence of people around her, she once believed that having a wife and children sleeping on the bed was the most vulgar manifestation of human beings. Only ordinary people with nothing serious to do would focus their lives on these trivial things.
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So she never understood Hong Yanwu's "pursuit". She thought he was capable, knowledgeable, visionary, and good at communicating with people. He obviously had elite qualities and could do great things, so why did he settle for lagging behind?
But now she didn't think so. Seeing Hong Yanwu and "Tang Xin'er" being so harmonious and enthusiastic, she couldn't tell what it felt like. She felt a little uncomfortable and dying, but she was also touched and warm.
It evokes some grievance and sadness.
For the first time, she felt that her life was not as perfect as she had imagined, and she suddenly understood why Hong Yanwu had such "alternative thoughts."
She even couldn't help but think, this kind of work is beautiful, how wonderful it would be if this Tang Xin and I could switch. Or, how wonderful it would be if I were their relative.
But after all, she is not a "sugar heart", and they are not related by blood. In their eyes, she is just Xuan Ye, an outsider and a guest.
They knew nothing about what was going on in her heart, especially Hong Yanwu, who was completely heartless and just talked and joked with "Tang Xin'er" and refused to even look at her.
"I want to eat garlic too!"
Finally, Xuan Ye was so jealous that she couldn't bear it. She looked at Hong Yanwu and "Tang Xin'er" with watery eyes, and made a rather aggrieved voice.
She herself didn't know who she was targeting, and she didn't know whose attention she wanted to get. She just made the request very persistently.
Hong Yanwu was stunned when he heard this. He asked in complete disbelief, "Hey, don't you never eat garlic?"
But "Tang Xin'er" didn't talk nonsense and responded to Xuan Ye's request very thoughtfully. She immediately peeled off a new head of garlic and picked out the smallest and tenderest cloves for her.
Ye Xuan glared at Hong Yanwu angrily, then followed the example of the two of them and took a bite of garlic, chewing it without hesitation.
The small, delicate garlic cloves were bright and round, and made a "chacha" sound in her mouth. But before she chewed it twice, a spicy smell rushed to the top of her head, and it was clear that the mouth no longer belonged to her.
It wasn't because she was angry or angry, she burst into tears immediately. While her eyes were covered with shameful tears, Hong Yanwu and "Tang Xin'er" both hurriedly dropped the bowls in their hands to take care of her unable to close her mouth.
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After eating noodles first and drinking water, Hong Yanwu also fetched a few pieces of candy and finally suppressed the overwhelming spiciness.
"Tang Xin'er" then wanted to take away the remaining garlic, but Ye Xuan refused to let it go. "Don't take it, I still want to eat it."
Hong Yanwu tried to dissuade him, "You can't eat garlic at all. Don't be ridiculous. Aren't you afraid of spicy food?"
Xuan Ye glanced at him and said stubbornly, "Don't be afraid. You can all eat it, and so can I..."
"Tang Xin'er" looked at Xuan Ye and smiled like a stubborn child. Then he obeyed her wishes and kept the garlic, and said with special care, "This is not new garlic, it is a bit spicy. You
Eat slowly and take small bites, and be careful."
"Tang Xin'er"'s care gave Zipi'er Garlic a tenderness, and Hong Yanwu's snickering gave Zipi'er Garlic a challenging charm.
In short, garlic is irresistible. Ye Xuan, who has never eaten garlic, gradually felt the joy of it. She ate a bowl of ordinary noodles heartily and filled her intestines with excitement.
She has never forgotten the taste of this meal in her life.
The fried noodles made by "Tang Xin'er" can enchant your soul!
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