"Speaking of which..."

Qin Zhao thought thoughtfully: "There seems to be a restaurant nearby that I really like."

"Really?" Jing Li's eyes lit up. "Where is it?"

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After a stick of incense, the family arrived at a noodle shop.

This noodle shop is located at the end of a small alley. It's been around for a while. From the outside, it looks small and shabby, and business isn't very good. It's lunchtime, and the shop is noisy and bustling. Two waiters are busy in the lobby.

"Is this the one you like?" Jing Li was a little surprised.

Qin Zhao rarely showed any special preference for food, so when he mentioned "like" just now, Jing Li thought it would be a unique restaurant.

I didn't expect it to be so... ordinary.

"Yes, I've been eating this noodle soup since I was a child." Qin Zhao took Jing Li's hand and walked in.

They found a secluded spot, and soon one of the waiters came to serve tea: "What would you like to eat, gentlemen?"

"Three bowls of mutton noodle soup and four pancakes. Less oil, less chili and more chopped green onions." Qin Zhao placed the order skillfully.

"Okay." The waiter poured them three cups of tea and said with a smile, "Sir, you seem to be a regular customer?"

"I haven't been here for a while." Qin Zhao asked, "Are you a relative of Boss Zhao?"

"He's my dad," the waiter explained. "My dad has a bad leg and is back home recuperating. My brother and I have been running the shop for the past year or so. But don't worry, the taste hasn't changed!"

He had other guests to attend to, so he said this and left with the teapot.

After a while, three large bowls of hot mutton soup noodles were served.

The soup was made with lamb bones, and the clear broth, drizzled with oil, was rich and fragrant. Perhaps because Qin Zhao had acted like a regular customer, the amount of noodles in the soup had been significantly increased.

The weather is a little cool today, and drinking a bowl of hot mutton soup like this will warm you up from head to toe.

But as for the taste...

Perhaps because of his high expectations, the noodle soup wasn't exactly a delicacy; on the contrary, it felt rather ordinary. Jing Li looked up at Qin Zhao, who, after taking a sip of the soup, also frowned slightly.

"His father's cooking skills are still better." Qin Zhao said regretfully.

Jing Li blinked.

He knew that there must be a lot of better food in the capital, and Qin Zhao chose to take him here first because this place was where his memories were.

Qin Zhao was sharing his past with Jing Li.

But I didn’t expect that even such a small roadside noodle shop could not escape the changes of time.

Jing Li felt a little sentimental for a moment.

Only the little fish was there, holding the small wooden bowl that Qin Zhao had specially asked for him, and using a spoon to scoop up the noodles that Ah Qi had helped him from the bowl, taking one mouthful after another seriously, his cheeks puffed up.

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Qin Zhao and Jing Li stayed in the capital.

The next half month seemed to have returned to the time when Qin Zhao was preparing for the exam in Jiangling Prefecture. He read books every day and took Jingli and Yuzi out for a walk when the weather was good.

It was so quiet that Jing Li felt a little uncomfortable.

It seems... a little different from what he imagined?

"What do you think it is? Conspiracies, bloodbath?" Qin Zhao said helplessly after hearing Jing Li's thoughts, "Wouldn't it be better to just be peaceful?"