Mm, it’s so delicious. The spicy, salty and fragrant seasonings are firmly stuck to the noodles, and the hand-rolled noodles are chewy.
Seeing Wen Guan eating so happily, Xiao Le felt hungry again and couldn't help licking his lips.
When they came out of the state-owned restaurant, it was already dark. Wen Wan, carrying a basket, walked home in big strides.
When she got home, Wen Wan looked at the dim light through the crack in the door and couldn't help but smile. Among the thousands of lights, one was lit for her.
"Bang bang bang...Grandma..." Wen Guan raised his hand and knocked on the gate.
After waiting for more than ten seconds, Wen Wan heard the response, "Xiao Wan, I'll be right there."
Old Mrs. Guo tapped her shoulders with her hands and sighed as she walked: I'm getting old. I accidentally fell asleep just now.
There was a creaking sound from the door, and Mrs. Guo opened the door from the inside, "Xiao Wan, come in quickly."
Wen Wan walked into the house, closed the door, and walked into the house holding Old Lady Guo's hand, feeling the coolness on the back of her hand.
"Grandma Guo, I'm sorry I came back late today." She didn't expect that Grandma Guo would be waiting for her in the living room.
Old Mrs. Guo waved her hands, her voice a little hoarse, "It's not too late, look, it's not completely dark yet."
Wen Wan didn't continue talking, because he knew in his heart that at this time of the day, Grandma Guo would have already washed up and prepared to go to bed.
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It was late at night and the moon was high in the sky.
"Edamame, where did the chickens come from?" After seeing the guests off, Mr. Lin glanced at the hen curled up in the corner and was very confused. He remembered that he did not buy a hen.
Lin Maodou touched the hen's head and said, "It was given to me by Sister Xiaowan. I named it Xiaohua."
Mr. Lin: Giving a name to a chicken that is destined to be eaten.
"Edamame, do you like steamed chicken or chicken soup?" asked Grandpa Lin.
Lin Maodou pouted and said unhappily: "Grandpa, let's keep Xiaohua in the backyard. She can still lay eggs."
He likes both dishes, but cannot eat the florets.
Xiaohua moved closer to Lin Maodou, wondering if she understood what Grandpa Lin said.
Mr. Lin didn't take it seriously and said jokingly, "Okay, then put it in the backyard. If it doesn't lay an egg every day, we will eat it."
The child was curious about everything he saw, and it turned out that every time he asked others to send him a chicken, it was a processed chicken.
This chicken named Xiaohua will be raised with edamame for two days, and then killed and eaten when the edamame becomes tasteless.
Wen Wan, who was working hard in the space, didn't know that little Lin Maodou had started raising chickens.
Time passed quickly day after day, and Wen Wan waited for two or three days but Mr. Lin didn't come to his door.
I still felt unhappy, wondering if the ingredients she provided were not good enough.
In the blink of an eye, another week has passed.
"Xiao Wan, get on the bike quickly." Wen Jianguo parked his bicycle in front of the supply and marketing cooperative.
Seeing the backpack at Wen Wan's feet, he reached out to lift it but failed to do so. "Xiao Wan, what did you put in it?"
Oh my god, it’s too heavy, I can’t lift it with one hand.
"I asked my friend to send some more potatoes that you all like. I'll fry or stew them so that everyone can have their fill."
Wen Jianguo couldn't help but feel happy, "Xiao Wan, you are still considerate."
The potatoes he brought back last week were eaten up two days ago, and he missed them a lot.
"Don't worry, there will definitely be enough to eat. There's another bag over there." Wen Guan pointed to the corner.
Wen Jianguo was stunned for a moment, then took two steps forward, picked it up and tied it to the bicycle.
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