At this moment, the pickled mustard tuber and shredded pork noodles make their grand entrance.
"Waiter, please bring us two more bowls, so we can share them among the four of us."
While stirring the noodles, Fang Wenjie strongly recommended, "This pickled mustard tuber and shredded pork noodle soup sounds simple. But actually, one bite is so delicious it'll make your eyebrows fall off, and another bite will leave you with an unforgettable experience."
I heard that originally it shouldn't have contained pickled mustard greens, but rather acacia flowers.
This noodle dish isn't called pickled mustard tuber and shredded pork noodles; it's called "love noodles."
It is said that those who share a bowl of "love noodles" are destined for love.
However, during the period of great reform, the consumption of acacia flowers was banned, which was considered a "petty bourgeois" practice.
So they changed it to shredded pickled mustard tuber. But the flavor is much richer now.
Hearing his words, Qian Lai found it quite amusing.
What was originally an ordinary bowl of pickled mustard tuber and shredded pork noodles has somehow become romantic.
Qiao Muting quickly cut the noodles in his bowl in half. After pouring some broth into it, he handed the bowl directly to Qian Lai and said, "Try it. If it's not as delicious as he says, he can treat us to this meal."
Qian Lai picked up a few noodles, put them in her mouth, and then picked up the bowl and drank a mouthful of soup.
It definitely tastes different from ordinary pickled mustard tuber and shredded pork noodles.
"Should we add some chili sauce?" Hua Cheng always remembered that she loved spicy food.
Qian Lai shook his head: "This noodle doesn't need chili, otherwise it might mask its natural flavor. Brother Cheng, you should try it."
Hua Cheng obediently moved the bowl of noodles that Fang Wenjie had given him closer to him. Sure enough, the noodles tasted sweet, fresh, and smooth: "You're right. Next time you come to my house, I'll try to make it for you."
Across from him, Qiao Muting placed his chopsticks on his noodle bowl and looked at Qian Lai with a smile: "I didn't expect Professor Hua to be so caring, besides being young and promising. I wonder how many women will fall for Professor Hua!"
Under the table, Fang Wenjie's kneecap slammed into Old Qiao beside him.
But he didn't react at all; his eyes were only on Teacher Xiaoran across from him, who was eating quietly and happily.
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