[? ? ?] I've been watching the live stream for a long time, and it feels somewhat familiar. The streamer's technique and sequence are very similar to my mother's cooking. I just don't know if it tastes the same.
This piqued her interest greatly, because ever since her mother left, she could never find the taste of the braised noodles she remembered, no matter which restaurant she ate at.
She's going to give this a try. She's already tried so many restaurants, one more won't hurt!
Seeing Yu Er's strong recommendation again, I was filled with anticipation.
Soon after, Huang Jiao found the warm food shop by following the map. When she went in and smelled the familiar aroma, her eyes gradually reddened.
"Hello, I'd like a bowl of mutton stew noodles."
Huang Jiao couldn't control the dryness in her throat, and her voice choked up. Su Bai found it strange, but didn't think too much about it.
She kept inhaling the rich aroma of noodles in the air, looking around as if searching for a familiar figure, but how could she possibly find it?
She picked up the noodles soaked in broth from the bowl and ate them in big mouthfuls. The moment the noodles entered Huang Jiao's mouth, tears streamed down her face uncontrollably as she swallowed the mouthful of noodles filled with longing.
Ignoring the strange looks from those around her, she burst into tears, stuffing noodles into her mouth as she cried. The customers at the next table were puzzled.
[This noodle dish is certainly delicious, but it's not time to cry buckets, is it?!]
Those around her were also affected by her sorrow, and some couldn't help but step forward to comfort her.
"Young lady, are you alright? There's no hardship in life that you can't overcome. Tell me if you have any difficulties."
Those around him chimed in, "Yeah, tell me, maybe this old man can help you solve it!"
Hearing this, Huang Jiao blushed and wiped away her tears. After chewing the food in her mouth, she turned to the older woman and spoke in a tearful voice:
"Thank you, Auntie. I'm fine, I just miss my mom!"
"My mom was also a great noodle maker; she was the best-selling noodle shop in our area. But a few years ago, she was in a car accident while shopping for groceries and she passed away. The noodle shop owner's noodles are exactly the same as my mom's. I miss her so much, sob sob ┭┮﹏┭┮"
"I've already graduated with my master's degree, and she won't be able to see it, sob sob sob."
Upon hearing this, the older woman paused, her hand on Huang Jiao's shoulder faltering. Suddenly unsure how to comfort her, she gently patted Huang Jiao's head like a loving mother.
"Hey, if you want to cry, just cry. Your mother in heaven must be very proud of you!"
Upon hearing these words, the surrounding guests immediately fell silent, their eyes filled with heartache as they looked at Huang Jiao.
The old man also stepped forward, patted Huang Jiao on the shoulder, handed her a tissue, and silently comforted her.
At this moment, one of the guests also fell into deep thought. He was sitting not far from Huang Jiao, and when he saw her face, a trace of nostalgia arose in his eyes.
It turns out that the person who taught Tao Zhizhi how to make braised noodles was Huang Jiao's mother from H City. She raised Huang Jiao single-handedly, and thanks to her excellent noodle-making skills, she was able to gain a foothold in H City and attract many customers to come and taste her food.
However, fate is unpredictable. On her way back to the shop from the market with ingredients as usual, she was hit by a car with malfunctioning brakes and thrown several meters. She eventually died from her injuries. Her biggest worry was Huang Jiao.
At that time, Huang Jiao was preparing for her postgraduate entrance exam and was completely immersed in her major courses. When she received another call from her mother, she could not hold her pen and her legs trembled uncontrollably. She ran to the hospital with all her might.
That same year, Huang Jiao failed her exam.
Every day, she saw her mother's image everywhere in the house, and often drifted off into thought while studying for exams. She thought:
[No one reminded her anymore not to study too late and to go to bed on time.]
Huang Jiao often cried in bed, hugging her legs, but no one wiped away her tears.
The guest tasted the braised noodles before Huang Jiao. The noodles were just as chewy as she remembered, and the broth was incredibly flavorful.
His favorite dish back then was Huang Jiao's braised noodles. He ate it from elementary school, when he was still a child, all the way through college graduation. As usual, when he sat down at the shop, he called out to the inside:
"Aunt Huang, one bowl of mutton stew noodles, no scallions."
All that came out was Huang Jiao's hoarse voice:
"I'm sorry, the noodle shop is closing down and will never be open again..."
Why—
When his questioning gaze met Huang Jiao's dull eyes, he was startled, swallowed the words he was about to say, and lowered his voice:
"How are you?"
From then on, whenever he passed by the old site of that noodle shop, looking at the place that held countless youthful memories for him, now transformed into a casual restaurant, he could no longer find the taste of those days.
I couldn't bear to leave the exclusive group chat on my phone created because of Huang Jiao's noodle shop. Today, I rediscovered the heartwarming warmth of their noodles at Nuanshi Xiaopu, and quietly left my location and a message in the group chat:
[A day craving braised noodles: just like Aunt Huang's.]
His words instantly brought the group chat back to its usual activity level.
[Cilantro: You haven't been tricked into going to eat here, have you?]
[A day of missing braised noodles: It's true, I saw Aunt Huang's daughter.]
[AAA Ceramics Wholesale: It's been so long since I've had Huang's braised noodles. Even though it's a bit far, I'm willing to go for it. Tickets bought.] [Ticket image x1]
[Hates cilantro: We're going too, here's a picture.] [4 train ticket images]
[Following the Wind: I really want some noodles, let's go!]
People in the group posted screenshots of their train tickets. Those who remained in the group were mostly loyal fans of Huang Jiao's braised noodles. Even if it was only slightly similar, they would still try it to find the taste from their memories.
Tao Zhizhi was working in the kitchen when her happiness points increased by 500.
Once Huang Jiao calmed down, she saw the messages in the noodle group chat. Seeing that so many people still cared about their mother's noodles, she felt genuinely proud of her and then chimed in to join the chat.
[The boss is my mom: It's true, it tastes exactly like what my mom makes!]
With Huang Jiao's personal endorsement, group members flocked to join forces and embarked on this journey to find the flavors of their memories.
A group member who found it interesting took a screenshot of the group chat, blurred it out, and posted it to their personal account. They thought it would be like her previous videos, only mutual friends would pay attention to it. However, after a night of discussion, the video went viral.
After a busy day, Tao Zhizhi asked Su Bai if anything unusual had happened at the shop that day. Su Bai told her, puzzled, about a customer who had cried from the delicious food.
Tao Zhizhi thought for a moment, and before leaving the store that evening, she asked Fu Jue to buy her a message board and postcards. She arranged them and placed them next to the cashier, reminding Su Bai:
"Sister Su Bai, we can ask the customers who ate the braised noodles if they would like to leave a message tomorrow."
Perfect timing! While she's still active, she can gather their thoughts and submit them to her through the system.
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