The tables were packed with people, and the waiter at the snack bar was still shouting at the door:
"Please come in, sir! Hot pancakes and hot fruit. There's a seat inside!"
The two people who shared the table with Bi Yue were from Hunan. They just asked Bi Yue about the way.
Bi Yue was in a good mood. While she was writing down the bus route, she would occasionally shake her left arm, as if the twenty-five-yuan gourd bracelet on her left wrist was affecting her performance.
When Chu Yifeng came back from queuing with beads of sweat on his forehead, the smile on Bi Yue's little face looked like it was about to bloom.
"What are you grinning about?"
"Haha, wait and eat."
In the eyes of outsiders, the two of them looked very affectionate.
Two bowls of bean juice, a bowl of noodle tea, a small stack of pickled water dumplings cut into thin strips and drizzled with chili oil, two sesame paste baked buns, and three fried dough sticks.
Bi Yue took the noodle tea and placed it in front of her. She looked carefully at the thick layer of sesame paste sprinkled on the millet flour, and the layer of sesame seeds floating on the top. Before she even ate it, she could feel the fragrance in her mouth and the warmth in her heart.
She stretched out her arm and let Chu Yifeng wipe her hands casually. Then she picked up the bowl, and without using chopsticks or a spoon, she took advantage of the hotness to slurp the water along the edge of the bowl and put it into her mouth, occasionally rolling up her tongue to lick the edge of her lips.
When Chu Yifeng heard the voice and looked at Bi Yue's greedy look, he couldn't hide the smile in his eyes.
He took a sip from the bowl of bean juice and praised, "You're quite particular about your food. Where did you learn this from, a foreigner like you? In the past, even before this, the old Kyoto people would sit here and slurp together. I remember when my uncle had just gotten married, before Chu Ci had anything to do, and Chu Ci's grandfather would take me out to eat and drink every day. We'd sit here, and the sound of slurping filled the air. This is called the Kyoto people's slurping culture."
After saying that, Chu Yifeng pushed another bowl of soy milk in front of Bi Yue and said, "Drink this. You must order at least two bowls of this. You drink first and I'll buy more."
Bi Yue felt a chill on her face and quickly pushed it over again.
She absolutely despised it. It was like swill, sour and smelly, made from fermented mung beans, and she had never been used to it.
Chu Yifeng couldn't tell what he meant by that, and continued to suggest, "Dip it in the doughnuts and slurp it. It's oily, crispy, smooth and thick. Why don't you try it?"
"Don't say any more. If you say another two words, I'll vomit in front of you." Talking about this, Bi Yue showed a wicked smile in her eyes: "I can also find a few words to describe you, do you want to hear it?"
Chu Yifeng immediately stopped insisting and decided to eat his breakfast honestly. However, the out-of-town guy next to him asked with a smile, "Why two bowls?" He really enjoyed listening to these two good-looking young men talk.
Chu Yifeng took a few bites of the doughnuts and replied with a smile:
"I'm not sure about that. I guess it was passed down from ancient times.
It is said that this stuff was introduced to the palace in the 18th year of Emperor Qianlong's reign as a way to relieve greasy food. Later, too many vendors would carry it to the streets, temple fairs, and alleys, boil it on the spot and sell it.
It was very strange back then. Bannermen had to eat ** secretly because they felt ashamed. But drinking this was fine...
You have to use a low fire to cook this thing, if the fire is too high and it bubbles up, it will cause diarrhea..."
Bi Yue glanced around and saw that many people were listening to Chu Yifeng's words while eating.
She felt an indescribable sense of security in her heart. She felt that Chu Yifeng had surprised her this morning and was actually quite talkative.
This had not been noticed before, including when they went to Qinhuangdao.
They were getting closer and closer, and she was no longer "pretending" in front of him. She didn't know when she took off the mask. As for Chu Yifeng, he probably no longer acted cool and handsome on purpose, and was down to earth.
An elderly man from Kyoto took up the topic of "two bowls or more". Bi Yue asked quietly, "How come you are such a good cook? It shouldn't be like this."
Chu Yifeng ate and mumbled:
"Well, I'm just curious. I've been like this since I was little, treating a lot of things as playthings. I've always had the mentality that I can choose not to do anything, but I can't help but learn it.
The first time I cooked for my sister, I think she also wore a red scarf? I can’t remember clearly, but she remembered.
Think about it, at that time, persimmons and cucumbers were just for filling up the stomach, and I had the chef’s consciousness to make a flower petal arrangement on the plate…”
Bi Yue looked at the big head that was concentrating on eating and chuckled, "Your grandma is instigating your dad to beat you again, right?"
Chu Yifeng nodded naively: "Yeah. I always urge you to do it. Have you eaten enough? Your wife left."
Bi Yue quickly raised her wrist to check her watch: "Should we register early?"
"Are you in such a hurry?"
"I'm afraid you'll be scratching the wall with anxiety."
…
Two people had an argument in the old tailor shop.
Chu Yifeng pointed at a large red cheongsam embroidered with peonies, and Bi Yue pointed at a plain cheongsam made of gray-white chiffon with a few small flowers embroidered on it. The two stared at each other.
The man reminded in a low voice, and asked the old craftsman to testify: "This is handmade, and the one you chose is machine-made. Handmade cheongsams are all worth collecting."
The woman raised her chin slightly. "But I like it. Yours is too vulgar."
"Who doesn't wear red when getting married? Silly, this is expensive and noble, right?" The old chef nodded frequently: "This is the most expensive one in the store."
Bi Yue simply cheated and said, "Then I won't buy it. I just spent a lot of money this morning." After that, she started to look through other styles on the clothes rack. She planned to buy one for her mother.
Chu Yifeng put his hands in his trouser pockets helplessly, and looked at the master for a few seconds: "Just listen to her." After that, he walked into the changing room in a deflated manner and changed into his custom-made shirt and trousers.
But when he came out again, the moment he saw Bi Yue, he clenched his fists and placed them on his chest with an expressionless face.
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