Siheyuan: A Cook in the 60s

Wang Wang saw Qin Jingru speaking.

Then he walked over.

"Madam boss, is this just noodles?"

"Oh, it depends on what ingredients are prepared today. Today we have clear soup noodles. Do you want to eat it?"

"Noodles in clear soup."

Wang Wang licked his lips unconsciously: "Any side dishes?"

"Yes? Of course, I made it at home. I'll give you a stack."

"Then come..." At this point, Wang Wang paused: "How much is it?"

"Eight dollars."

Wang Wang was a little surprised. This price was not too expensive but too cheap. Selling it at this price in this place, wouldn't it be a pure loss?

"Then I'll give you a bowl. How about the side dish? I'll give you an extra dish?"

"Side dishes, let's make it an even number, ten yuan." Qin Jingru thought about it and added two yuan.

Wang Wang: …

For some reason, I felt that this gray-haired proprietress seemed a little willful.

"Mom, how can you do business like this?"

"So what? It's just clear soup noodles. It doesn't require any technical skills and you don't need to make chicken soup..." Qin Jingru said confidently.

After hearing this, Wang Wang nodded unconsciously.

According to Wang Wang, there is no need to boil soup for clear soup noodles. Just cook them directly and add some green leaves to decorate. The cost is not high, but the rent, water and electricity are high.

After a while, the noodles came up.

There was a little bit of steam.

Wang Wang first took a sip of the soup, which didn't taste very good.

It's cold, and I want to have a sip of hot drink to warm my body.

As soon as he took a sip of the soup, he was a little surprised. There was a sweet taste in the soup.

The sweetness is very light and does not overpower the taste, but it gives people a different kind of comfort.

He picked up a piece of noodles with chopsticks and put a mouthful into his mouth.

good to eat……

Took a bite.

He was conquered by the taste. He didn't know how to describe it. The bowl of noodles in front of him was different from all the noodles he had ever eaten.

Noodles taste like noodles.

That is the unique aroma of wheat.

He remembered that he could still smell this aroma when he was a child, but later on, the noodles in the noodle shop were just so-so.

It's hard to taste that aroma anymore.

This mouthful of noodles reminded him of the fragrance of his childhood.

That pure scent.

He picked up another chopstick.

As he was eating, he suddenly realized that his noodles were almost gone...

He was stunned for a moment and glanced at the side dish next to him. It seemed that he had not eaten it yet.

He touched his stomach and didn't hesitate: "Madam Boss, another bowl."

"Okay. Brother Wei, add another bowl."

"Row."

"Dad, I want a bowl too." Huaihua felt hungry: "Oh, there are also side dishes."

"Okay, okay. Nian Nian, I'll make you a bowl too?"

"Okay, thank you Dad."

The second bowl of noodles came quickly.

Wang Wang swallowed his saliva. This time, he didn't just eat the noodles, but picked up a piece of side dish.

The side dish is not anything special, just pickled radish that almost every household has.

Because the noodles gave him a good feeling before, he had great expectations for this pickled radish.

Picking up a piece of pickled radish with chopsticks, he didn't know what the appearance of the pickled radish should be considered qualified. For him, he could tell whether it tasted good or not as long as he put it in his mouth.

It tastes salty and fresh at first, and then with a bite, the sweetness of the radish instantly fills the entire mouth. Then, the salty and fresh taste of the pickled radish and the radish juice blend together, seemingly with a little bit of spiciness.

"good to eat!"

His eyes lit up and he picked up another piece of food with chopsticks.

Another one.

Have another one.

Hmm, it seems a bit salty.

He took a sip of the noodle soup.

My eyes lit up again, and the salty flavor lingering in my mouth blended with the noodle soup, and the taste was sublimated again.

The clear soup noodles which cost only a dozen yuan gave him multiple taste enjoyments.

value.

So worth it!

A bowl of clear soup noodles made his brows smile.

Cao Wei looked at Wang Wang and said nothing.

Qin Jingru ran into the kitchen.

"Hey, how about it? Seeing others eating so happily, don't you feel a sense of accomplishment?"

"Maybe."

A sense of accomplishment?

Maybe.

He felt inexplicably that, especially after Lou Xiao'e and Qin Huairu left, his emotions seemed to have faded a lot.

Except for some emotional fluctuations when I was with Qin Jingru, I probably didn't feel much at other times.

Does this seem like a kind of numbness?

He doesn't know either.

His tongue was not broken.

But in his opinion, food is just food.

Sweet, sour, bitter, spicy and salty, all these things that used to be very important to him, seemed to have lost their meaning at this moment.

Even now, he was doing the work he had once imagined.

There is no more that feeling of excitement.

He felt his sleeve being tugged.

When I looked down, I saw Qin Jingru pulling at the corner of her clothes.

"what happened?"

"I want to eat something that's not filling but delicious."

"You are really good at choosing."

"You don't want to keep your mouth idle."

"How about some soup?"

"No, soup will make you too full. Besides, good soups are thick."

"You are questioning my craftsmanship!"

"whee."

"Look, they are eating so deliciously."

"Would you like a bowl too?"

"Well, that's fine. I can give you some if I can't finish it."

Cao Wei turned around and looked down.

"Hey, tell me, what would have happened if you had only married me back then?" Qin Jingru leaned beside him and asked curiously.

"Only marry you?" Cao Wei was stunned for a moment, then chuckled: "Then, I will probably take good care of you, my little pig, at home."

She was obviously not satisfied with this answer.

"Can't you think of something nice?"

"Isn't it good to take good care of you?"

"You could say, let's raise a few kids and then open a restaurant. It would be best if we were like Yan Jiecheng and Yu Li. Look how happy they are."

"You are so cruel. You have ruined Nian Nian's company." Cao Wei was happy: "I remember that you also put a lot of effort into this."

"Oh, I said what if, what if!"

"What if?"

"Yes, if."

“No ifs.”

Qin Jingru pursed her lips: "Humph!"

"Here, just two chopsticks of noodles, not too much, eat it with some radish, it's quite comfortable."

After so many years, Cao Wei knew very well Qin Jingru's appetite.

"Give me more, so we can eat together."

"Okay." Cao Wei paused and added one or two more sides. He didn't want to eat too much at night.

"Baiweiguan" gradually became quiet, leaving only the sound of slurping noodles, which was quite appetizing.

Qin Jingru ate with a smile on her face, and Cao Wei watched her eat beside her.

Suddenly, a melodious flute sound was heard in the store, and Cao Wei turned around to look.

It was Cao Nian, who turned on the music player.

The musical notes are dancing in the store, which makes the atmosphere more comfortable.