How could Ning He not guess He Shaochuan's little thoughts?

Would a soldier in the army suddenly run so far just to buy cold noodles at the market?

I buy ten copies at a time.

It's easy to guess who is the one who wants to give her some performance.

It goes without saying that the person with this ulterior motive can only be He Shaochuan.

He Shaochuan did not admit it directly, but explained nervously: "Don't think too much, I really wanted to eat cold noodles, and it happened that the training was over, and those soldiers also wanted to try the cold noodles I mentioned, so the soldiers went to your cold noodles stall to buy ten servings of cold noodles."

Ning He couldn't help but burst out laughing: "Okay, okay, I know, you didn't ask people to buy ten servings of cold noodles because you felt sorry for me because I had no business. It's purely because you like the cold noodles I make, right?"

He Shaochuan nodded silently.

She raised her head. Although she couldn't see the man's face, the moonlight coming in from the window allowed Ning He to see clearly the man's red ears.

This man is really funny when he is shy!

Ning He fell into a deep sleep in such a good mood. Even when she fell asleep, the corners of her lips were still raised.

Ning He enjoyed it, but He Shaochuan had a much harder time.

The woman's body was soft and warm, pressed against his back, making him unable to move.

He lowered his eyes to the slender hands placed on his waist and abdomen.

He Shaochuan reached out to release her hand, but unexpectedly, the sleeping woman noticed it and tightened her grip before He Shaochuan's hand touched her.

She hugged his waist tighter and tighter.

A woman's murmured voice sounded behind him: "Stop it, I'm so sleepy."

As she spoke, her hot breath sprayed on his broad back, and veins bulged on He Shaochuan's forehead.

His voice was hoarse and unbearable: "Ning He, let go of your hand, okay?"

Ning He, who was sleeping, reacted strongly when he heard these words.

"Don't let go, I'm holding you comfortably!" She was half asleep, and her voice was hazy.

She coaxed He Shaochuan softly: "Be good, go to sleep, I will make you something delicious tomorrow!"

Then He Shaochuan heard the even breathing of the woman behind him. This time she was completely asleep.

He smiled helplessly, looking down.

He is a grown man, but there are times when he is coaxed by a woman.

…

Ning He got up at four or five o'clock. Before the horn in the compound was blown, she had already gotten up to steam rice, cook noodles, fry eggs, and make sour plum soup.

She used all the ingredients she bought yesterday.

That wasn't enough. Yesterday she was thinking about making a menu board and writing down the types of food sold at the stall.

This way she wouldn't have to grumble loudly.

It was four or five o'clock, and the sky was just beginning to get light.

Smoke was already rising from the He family’s kitchen.

After Ning He prepared the ingredients, he returned to the main room, took out a piece of white cloth, cut it to size, and began to paint on the cloth.

Ning He was very glad that she studied design, as drawing was not difficult for her.

She drew pictures of each food behind the name of the food she wrote, which would make customers more appetizing when ordering.

He Shaochuan woke up when he heard the noise. He walked into the main room and saw the woman's busy back. There was some pity in his eyes.

"Why are you up so early?"

Hearing He Shaochuan's voice, Ning He turned around and waved at him: "Come and help me take a look, is this okay?"

He Shaochuan walked forward and finally saw what Ning He was busy with.

She sat at the table, painting on a piece of white cloth, but what she drew was beyond He Shaochuan's expectations.

The food is very realistic. Even customers who have never eaten it or are illiterate can choose their favorite food after seeing these pictures.

"Did you draw all these?" He Shaochuan looked at Ning He in disbelief.

Ning He nodded: "I thought about it yesterday. Many people have never eaten these things of mine. If I can draw the food, even customers who have never eaten it will want to eat it after seeing the picture, right?"

This is similar to the billboards used in street stalls in later generations. Unfortunately, due to limited conditions, she could only make it by hand.

"It's a good idea. We can try it." He Shaochuan agreed with Ning He's idea.

This made Ning He very happy, and she put the painted advertising cloth on the table to let the paint dry.

Get up and go out to get breakfast.

But He Shaochuan stopped him and said, "Sit here and rest for a while. I'll get it."

Ning He: "I want to eat turkey noodles, the one with the red sauce. Also, get me a bag of iced sour plum soup. Just help yourself to whatever you want to eat."

He Shaochuan nodded and quickly brought out two bowls of noodles from the kitchen.

He eats the same food as Ninghe.

He placed the noodles and sour plum soup in front of Ning He.

Ning He was a little surprised to see He Shaochuan also eating turkey noodles: "Aren't you afraid of having a stomachache if you eat this so early in the morning?"

Ninghe has improved the sauce for this turkey noodle because many of the ingredients are not available in this era.

Ning He had planned to make turkey noodles for his family, but after reading many reviews, they all said that the spiciness of the turkey noodles was chemical, so spicy that it hurt the tip of his tongue, his stomach, and even his anus.

Ning He then gave up decisively.

But turkey noodles are extremely popular, and Ning He thinks that if they are sold in this era, they might be successful.

She couldn't make anything spicy chemically, and she was pressed for time, so she could only add what she had. If it wasn't spicy enough, she would add more chili sauce, and if it wasn't sweet enough, she would add more sugar.

She has tasted the sauce herself and it is sweet and spicy, and should be no different from the authentic turkey noodle sauce packet.

But can He Shaochuan bear to eat turkey noodles early in the morning?

Ning He simply wanted to try the taste of the turkey noodles, so she asked He Shaochuan to bring her a bag of sour plum soup so that she could drink it to relieve the spiciness when the food was spicy.

He Shaochuan didn't seem to understand what Ning He meant. He thought Ning He thought he ate too much and was worried that he would have a stomachache.

He Shaochuan explained: "My stomach has been in good condition since I was a child."

Ning He smiled and nodded: "Okay, okay, Captain He is good in every way! Everything about him is great!"

She couldn't wait to taste it, so she picked up a piece of noodles with chopsticks and put it into her mouth.

The turkey noodles covered with sauce are sticky and thick, but the noodles are particularly chewy and elastic, and the sweet and spicy taste fills the taste buds.

At first, it tastes mostly sweet, but not spicy at all.

But after taking a bite, the spicy taste rebounds and the whole mouth is numb and spicy.

It’s okay and acceptable.

However, Ning He was not very good at eating spicy food, so he bit open the bag of sour plum soup and sipped it in small sips.

He Shaochuan was puzzled by Yu Ninghe's behavior, so he picked up his chopsticks and took a bite.

It tastes different from cold noodles. This is a sweet and spicy noodle with a unique flavor.

He Shaochuan had never eaten sweet food before, so he had to say that it was quite appetizing.

He finished the noodles in his bowl in just a few bites.

Ning He asked him puzzledly: "Don't you think it's spicy?"

He Shaochuan was about to say it wasn't spicy, but his throat seemed to be blocked by a ball of fire. He was choked by the spiciness and started coughing uncontrollably.

Ning He quickly handed over the sour plum soup in her hand: "Hurry up and drink some sour plum soup to relieve the spiciness!"