Unexpectedly, I found it to be extremely delicious. The noodles were not only chewy but also very flavorful.
She looked at the noodles again. She had never seen this kind of noodles before. They were neither thick nor thin. They didn't look like ramen, nor were they knife-cut noodles. They looked a bit like rice noodles, but they were not.
"What kind of noodles is this?" Zhou Wan asked.
Chen Xian said: "Purely handmade noodles, a craft handed down from the Ming Dynasty, are rarely made now, only one small village still makes them, it's a non-legacy product, I buy some every time I go back."
Zhou Wan nodded and picked up a pickled cowpea, which was emerald green like jade.
When you take a bite, there is a crisp sound.
The rich aroma and saltiness explode in your mouth at the same time.
Zhou Wan's eyes lit up: "What kind of side dish is this? I've never eaten it before. Where did it come from? I want to buy some."
Shen Xian smiled and said, "You can't buy it, because I pickled it myself."
Zhou Wan was stunned: "You also have this skill?"
"Look." Chen Xian laughed, walked to the kitchen, and took out a glass jar from the cabinet. It was full of long and thin cowpeas. There was a pebble on top of the cowpeas.
"This stone has been with me for more than 20 years." Shen Xian said with a smile, looking down at the glass jar.
That was the only property left to him by his grandfather.
Zhou Wan suddenly felt very sad.
He knows everything.
Just because he can do everything, it means he has experienced all kinds of hardships.
With Chen Xian's current income, he can buy a lot of high-quality food.
But he still retained a glimmer of innocence.
Gentle, caring, handsome, able to take care of children, cook, and provide emotional value.
Any one of these alone is a killer, but Chen Xian has all of them.
"Chen Xian, you are so nice." Zhou Wan raised her head and spoke gently, with a charming smile on her face and a gentle temperament.
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