When Tang Yulan heard Jiang Zhiying's words, she first looked at Jiang Shixun, asking him what he meant with her eyes.
Jiang Shixun nodded: "Since Zhuzhu wants to eat it, just take it out."
In fact, he also felt that the appearance of this noodle was not very good.
Although the price is not expensive, the taste is too bad.
Tang Yulan took out a bottle of mushroom sauce from her bag.
This is packed in a canning bottle. The bottle is not too big, so it can be placed outside and is easy to take out.
When Zhou Yong saw the mushroom sauce she took out, his eyes lit up and he asked Jiang Shixun, "Is this the mushroom sauce made in your village? I remember you gave it to me before, and it tasted really good!"
Jiang Shixun smiled and said, "We made this at home and took it with us to eat on the road."
He didn't say that he made it specially to bring to his parents. After all, his baggage was so heavy, and saying it would only arouse suspicion.
Zhou Yong's eyes lit up even more. "Really? Then it must taste even better, right? Is it made by my sister-in-law herself? I still remember the mushroom sauce and pickled bamboo shoots you gave me last time. It's so delicious!"
"If you like it, I'll give you some next time I make it."
"That's a deal!" Zhou Yong patted him with a smile and lowered his voice, "Don't worry, if I have something good, I'll definitely save it for you!"
He has good benefits and connections to get some scarce tickets.
Unlike Jiang Shixun in the countryside, there is no shortage of food, but there is a shortage of tickets.
The two have been mutually beneficial over the years and have developed a good friendship.
As she was speaking, Tang Yulan opened the lid.
Suddenly an enticing fragrance wafted out of the bottle.
Zhou Yong was startled when he smelled the scent. He subconsciously took a deep breath and looked at the bottle in Tang Yulan's hand with burning eyes: "Is this mushroom sauce? It smells so good!"
The taste is much better than anything he has tasted before!
What's going on?
Could it be that he ate differently before?
Jiang Shixun was afraid that he would misunderstand, so he quickly explained in a low voice: "We added chicken to it. We made it at home and added more vegetable oil and seasonings, so the taste is different from before."
Zhou Yong understood as soon as he heard it.
The villagers make it and sell it, so why would they use too much oil? Or even add chicken?
Of course it’s different if you make it yourself.
But it smells so good!
He took a curious look into the bottle and saw that it was indeed full of oil. He was immediately shocked and asked Jiang Shixun in a low voice: "Why did you put so much oil in it? Are you rich?"
Jiang Shixun explained in a low voice: "I just happened to get some oil, so I added a little more. I didn't bring much with me on this long trip, so I'll bring it back for you when I get back."
Zhou Yong was satisfied now.
Tang Yulan took a clean spoon and began to distribute the mushroom sauce, first giving a big spoonful to Zhou Yong, then to Jiang Zhiying, Jiang Shixun, and finally to herself.
Zhou Yong was so greedy that he said embarrassedly, "Sister-in-law, let me eat first," and started eating impatiently.
As soon as he put the mushroom sauce in his mouth, he was shocked by the delicious taste and couldn't help but gobble it up.
I ate so much that the noodles in the bowl were gone without me noticing. I didn't even want to waste the noodle soup and drank it all in one gulp.
At this moment, the people at the next table smelled the aroma of mushroom sauce and couldn't help but come over and asked eagerly, "What's in that bottle? It smells so good!"
Tang Yulan quickly put the lid back on and put the bottle back into her bag: "It's nothing, just some homemade mushroom sauce for the trip."
The man swallowed, didn't feel comfortable asking for it, and went back in shame.
Zhou Yong had to work, so he didn't dare stay any longer. He paid the bill and left.
Afterwards, Jiang Shixun and the other two returned to the train station to wait for the bus, fearing that it was not safe outside.
After waiting for a long time, I finally got on the bus.
Soon the train started moving, and Jiang Zhiying sat on the berth, happily eating boiled eggs.
Suddenly, she heard Tang Yulan ask, "Does Comrade Zhou have a son?"
Jiang Shixun nodded: "Yes, he is three years old this year, a little younger than our Zhuzhu, and his name is Huzi."
Jiang Zhiying: “!!!”
She remembered!
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