Return To 1977 Chapter 528: Hookhuner

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People in the capital are most particular about etiquette.

Since it is almost noon, there is no reason for the guests to leave hungry. Regardless of being rich and frugal, you have to serve a lunch with all your heart.

That day, "Tang Xin'er" prepared fried noodles.

Different from ordinary people's diced pork fried sauce, "Tang Xin'er" is so light. Her sauce is fried with dried shrimp skins.

The four colors of "noodles" include a plate of cucumber shreds, a plate of boiled green beans, a plate of bean sprouts, and a plate of radish.

The noodles are mixed noodles that Hong Yanwu bought when he went out. They were boiled and put into a bowl. They exuded a warm bean aroma and made people hungry.

Of course the place to eat is in the courtyard, with small tables, small stools, fragrant flowers and plants, and a cool breeze blowing under the loofah stand.

In short, everything reflects the comfort, comfort, ease and spontaneity of people's homes...

But this meal made Xuan Ye very excited.

Because although this is a common scene among the people, it is the first time she has experienced it in her life. She had never eaten fried noodles before, nor had she eaten casually in the courtyard like this.

Her parents don't know how to cook. When she was a child, she ate in the cafeteria with her parents, which was Northeastern style with big pots and spatulas and big basins and big bowls. Although there is a chef from the army at home now, considering his parents’ place of origin, he is also from Anhui.

Anyway, no matter which one, they lack bourgeois style, are not aesthetic, are not graceful, and only have the enthusiasm of pragmatism. To put it bluntly, there is no breath of life, lack of emotional communication, and eating is just eating.

So she never thought that she could express her feelings so easily over a casual meal.

What Xuan Ye saw was that Hong Yanwu and "Tang Xin'er" were sitting at the dinner table, whispering intimately.

What they talk about is nothing more than firewood, rice, oil and salt, and nothing more than the East's long-term interests and the West's shortcomings.

What else is there: "Eat noodles without sauce, bombard Jiaomin Lane. Eat noodles without marinade, bombard the British government. Eat noodles without jealousy, bombard Xishiku." The condom is a joke that makes people confused and inexplicable.

But even though there is no real meaningful content, even a hammer or a stick. But their joy in communicating and their demeanor of devotion were extremely vivid.

That's not all. "Tang Xin'er" consciously took the bowl in front of Hong Yanwu and mixed him noodles, put in the sauce, poured in vinegar, and added "noodle code."

Hong Yanwu picked up a large head of garlic, peeled it off one by one and threw it into a bowl. Then he specially picked out a few small, white and tender ones, put them on a small plate, and gave them to "Tang Xin'er".

The two of them acted skillfully without anyone asking a question. They were obviously familiar with each other's requirements and had obviously repeated them countless times.

This kind of tacit understanding and tenderness cannot help but surprise Ye Xuan. In her eyes, this is an unimaginable existence.

In the Ye family, her parents are certainly recognized as model couples by the army. But their minds are entirely focused on work, and their daily conversations rarely involve family.

Except for the education issues of their children, the discussions were basically about politics, the situation, the work arrangements of the army, and personnel trends.

The father can't figure out his own salary, and the mother can't figure out the family's income and expenditure. They can't figure out each other's clothing sizes or their children's birthdays.

Speaking of this, what is rare and valuable is that her parents remember her birthday, but they often get her actual age wrong. They either say she is one year older or she is one year younger.

In the past, she didn't think there was anything unusual about this. Because all the families around her are like this.

Even because of the influence of the people around her, she once believed that the hot bed with her wife and children was the most vulgar manifestation of human beings. Only ordinary people who are mediocre and have nothing serious to do will focus their lives on these trivial things.

So she has never understood Hong Yanwu's "pursuit". She thinks that he is capable, knowledgeable, visionary, and good at communicating with others. He obviously has elite qualities and can do great things, so why is he willing to lag behind?

But now she doesn't think so. Seeing Hong Yanwu and "Tang Xin'er" being so harmonious and enthusiastic, she couldn't explain how she felt. It was a little uncomfortable and life-threatening, but it was also touching and warm, and it also evoked a little grievance and sadness.

For the first time, she felt that her life was not as perfect as she had imagined, and she suddenly understood why Hong Yanwu had such "alternative thoughts."

She couldn't help but think, this kind of work is beautiful, it would be great if I could switch with this Tang Xin. Or, it would be great if I were their relative.

But she is not a "sugar heart" after all, and they are not related by blood. In their eyes, she is just Xuan Ye. An outsider, a guest.

They knew nothing about what was going on in her heart, especially Hong Yanwu, who was completely heartless and just talked and joked with "Tang Xin'er" and refused to even look at her.

"I want to eat garlic too!"

Finally, Xuan Ye was so jealous that she couldn't bear it. She looked at Hong Yanwu and "Tang Xin'er" with watery eyes, and made a rather aggrieved sound.

She herself didn’t know who she was targeting, and she didn’t know whose attention she wanted to get. She just made the request very persistently.

Hong Yanwu was shocked on the spot when he heard this. He asked in complete disbelief, "Hey, don't you never eat garlic?"

But "Tang Xin'er" didn't talk nonsense and responded to Xuan Ye's request very considerately. She immediately peeled a new head of garlic and picked out the smallest and tenderest cloves for her.

Ye Xuan glared at Hong Yanwu angrily, then imitated the two of them and took a big bite of the garlic, chewing it without hesitation.

The small, delicate garlic cloves were bright and round, making a "chacha" sound in her mouth. But before she chewed twice, a spicy smell rushed to the top of her head, and it was clear that the mouth no longer belonged to her.

It wasn't that she was angry or angry, her tears immediately fell down. While she was in a state of shameful tears, both Hong Yanwu and "Tang Xin'er" hurriedly dropped the bowls in their hands to take care of her unable to close her mouth.

He ate noodles first, then drank water. Hong Yanwu also fetched a few pieces of candy, and finally suppressed the overwhelming spiciness.

"Tang Xin'er" then wanted to take away the remaining garlic, but Ye Xuan refused to let her go. "Don't take it, I still want to eat."

Hong Yanwu tried to dissuade him, "You can't eat garlic at all. Don't be ridiculous. Aren't you afraid of spicy food?"

Xuan Ye glanced at him and said stubbornly, "Don't be afraid. You can all eat it, and so can I..."

"Tang Xin'er" looked at Xuan Ye and smiled like a stubborn child. He complied with her wishes, kept the garlic, and said with special care, "This is not new garlic. It is a bit spicy. You have to eat it slowly and bite it carefully."

"Tang Xin'er"'s care gives Zipier Garlic a kind of tenderness, and Hong Yanwu's snickering gives Zipir Garlic a challenging charm.

In short, garlic is irresistible. Ye Xuan, who has never eaten garlic, gradually felt the joy of it, eating a bowl of ordinary noodles heartily and filling her intestines.

She has never forgotten the taste of this meal in her life.

The fried noodles made by "Tang Xin'er" can enchant your soul!