"Hello, my name is Jiang Nian. My husband is from the Flying Squadron, Qin Sanye. He is from the same unit as your wife. I live here and we are neighbors."
Song Yingying looked at Jiang Nian's smiling face and felt a sense of intimacy for no reason.
She remembered that it was this person who called out her name yesterday.
But it was clearly the first time they met, so she must have heard it wrong.
After a brief thought, Song Yingying nodded slightly at Jiang Nian.
"Hello, my name is Song Yingying."
Although she did not respond to Jiang Nian out loud, she just stood in the house and did not take a step outside.
Subconsciously, I still feel a sense of distance.
After all, Jiang Nian and she were just strangers meeting for the first time.
Jiang Nian did not back down at all and continued to smile.
She explained.
"I didn't hear any noise in your room. Did you not turn on the stove? I made too much noodles and can't finish them. Do you want to try some?"
When Jiang Nian proposed this, Song Yingying opened her throat and swallowed uncontrollably.
She was reluctant to take her eyes off the enamel cup and refused out loud.
"No……"
Gurgle gurgle.
Gurgle gurgle.
Song Yingying's stomach growled, interrupting the words she was about to say.
Overnight.
When Song Yingying looked at Jiang Nian's smiling face, her face turned red with embarrassment and awkwardness.
The coldness that kept people away from her also disappeared.
Jiang Nian saw this.
She never mentioned that Song Yingying's stomach was rumbling, and just stuffed the warm enamel cup into Song Yingying's hand.
"Take a bite, just think of it as a taste of my cooking skills."
Song Yingying felt a warmth in her palms, and the fragrance at her nose became stronger.
In the end, she couldn't tell whether she was tempted by the fragrance or attracted by Jiang Nian's gentle smile, and she was unknowingly led by Jiang Nian.
On a change of mind.
The two sat at a small table in the yard, facing each other.
Song Yingying held the enamel cup in her hand, looked at the twisted noodles, and asked.
"What is this noodle called?"
Jiang Nian replied, "Instant noodles."
In the 1970s, instant noodles were already available on the market, which were improved and produced by domestic food companies.
However, it can usually only be bought in the capital and Shanghai, and the price is relatively high. Ordinary people simply cannot afford it, or have never even heard of it.
Song Yingying is obviously not an ordinary person.
She came from a privileged family and liked reading books and newspapers. Young people have a natural interest in fashionable things.
Song Yingying knew what instant noodles were, but she had only heard of them and had never eaten them.
This is the first time I've seen this.
Moreover, Jiang Nian's instant noodles were taken out from the jade pendant space several decades later, with high-end industrial technology and technology, and were much better than the instant noodles in the 1970s.
That's why Song Yingying in the 1970s was so unable to resist the temptation.
"Oh, this is instant noodles..."
Song Yingying whispered softly, holding the chopsticks in her hand and about to put the food into her mouth.
Break out.
She paused.
He just picked up the chopsticks and put them down quickly.
Jiang Nian was stunned. "What's wrong? Is there any problem?"
Could it be that the Song Yingying in front of me doesn’t like the braised beef flavored instant noodles, but prefers the seafood flavored ones?
No matter the taste, she has it all in her warehouse.
Even the spicy crayfish flavor can be found!
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