After the divorce, the ex-husband traveled six years ago to learn male virtue

Chapter 76 She Can't Even Remember the Feeling of Loving Him
The guest is a foreigner and a social fear. If you ask them what they want to eat, they won’t be able to find out. It’s better to ask what they don’t want to eat.

Tang Jialin already knew that Xu Long didn't eat it, so she only asked Ye Niao. The girl was embarrassed to say it, and after asking for a long time, she found out that she didn't eat coriander.

Tang Jialin asked the two of them to sit and rest, and she went to tell her grandma what the guests liked, and helped them out by the way.

Grandma's house is still an old-fashioned stove, a big iron pot, burning wood, and a fire is lit, and the kitchen is warm.

"If you don't eat chicken feet, do you want to eat pig's trotters?" Grandma asked, "There are still pig's trotters that your father bought for your grandpa to drink with in the refrigerator."

"I guess I can't eat it. Can my grandpa still eat pig's trotters?" Tang Jialin chatted about the daily routine while helping her grandma choose dishes.

"It's so rotten that it can be chewed. Then stew a chicken, pick out the chicken feet and heads, and then burn a ribs and stir-fry vegetables. I made smoked fish yesterday, and it's in the refrigerator. Is there enough to eat?"

Grandpa was lighting a fire nearby, and interjected, "How can anyone cook four dishes for guests?"

"It's okay, none of them care about this." Tang Jialin said.

"That doesn't work either, add two more."

Afraid of tiring her grandma, Tang Jialin opened the refrigerator to have a look, and helped to fry a peanut and a fungus.

After the dishes were ready, grandma boiled the pot with the chopped tomatoes, added water, and started kneading the noodles.

Her kind of pulled noodles is very easy to make. The noodles don't need to be molded.

When it's almost cooked, break in two eggs—if you like poached eggs, you can beat them into the water before the next step. Tang Jialin only likes to eat egg flowers, and there are many dishes today, so grandma didn't cook poached eggs.

Tang Jialin watched her grandma cook the noodles, and remembered that when Yu Lang was sick and had to hang up the water in the hospital, she heard from the doctor that a stomach patient like Yu Lang should not eat acidic food, and she should not give him white rice porridge. It is better to drink some light noodle soup. So I bought green vegetables and went home, and made him a bowl of green vegetable soup and pulled noodles.

Unexpectedly, Yu Lang really fell in love with such a simple bowl of noodles. After they got together, every time he drank alcohol or felt uncomfortable in his stomach, he would ask her to make some noodle soup.

Tang Jialin couldn't count how many times she had met him, but she knew that he never asked her who she learned from, as if she was born with it.

"How much does Linlin eat?" Grandma called her, "Get the bowl yourself."

"Hey." Tang Jialin agreed, went to get a noodle bowl, served it herself, and carried it into the main room.

After putting it down, Tang Jialin asked Ye Yan how much to eat, whether it was more or less than hers, and Ye Yan looked at her bowl: "It's the same."

Then he asked Xu Long if he wanted it——Xu Long was being dragged to drink beer by his grandfather. He was already hungry. Seeing that Tang Jialin's bowl of noodles was very tempting, he said that he wanted a similar bowl.

Tang Jialin went to the kitchen, served noodles with her grandma, and then sat down to eat together.

As usual, she blew on the cold noodle soup first, took a sip, and sighed, "Well, that's the taste."

Grandma immediately smiled happily: "Eat more. Look at how thin you are."

In the early winter night, it was already a bit cold outside, and the hot air in the room hit the glass windows, forming a thin layer of mist. Sitting beside her grandmother, Tang Jialin felt an inexplicable sense of security as she watched the mist on the window.

It's like going back to my childhood.

She held the bowl and ate half a bowl of noodles, feeling the warmth radiating from the inside out, making her feel extremely comfortable.

Xu Long was talking to his grandfather, but he didn't understand two sentences. He turned around and wanted to ask Tang Jialin, but he saw her blushing cheeks and a satisfied smile.

There is no beauty in this scene. There is a mottled wall behind her, her hair is a little messy, and she is holding a large bowl with koi painted on it, but Xu Long's heart beats two beats inexplicably.

"What's wrong?" Tang Jialin noticed that he was looking over, and raised her head to ask.

"Uh...it's nothing." Xu Long turned his head quickly, and lowered his head to eat noodles, hiding his unease.

Tang Jialin smiled, finished her noodles, saw that Ye Yan was also full, and it was completely dark outside, so she asked her to go out to look at the stars together.

Grandma looked at the clock on the wall and said, "Why don't you two stay here too? It's so late, it's not safe to drive."

"It's okay, I made an agreement with my mother, go back to live in Zhujiang."

The condition of grandma's house is relatively simple. Xu Long wants to experience it himself, and he wants to take pictures with his grandma and grandpa tomorrow morning, so he can live there. After all, Ye Wei is a girl. If it wasn't because she would come over to help Xu Long take pictures tomorrow morning, Tang Jialin would take the photo with her. She is back in the city.

"Let's go when you're full, don't wait too late." Grandma said again.

Tang Jialin actually wanted to help grandma clean up and wash the dishes before leaving, but there was Ye Niao beside her, so she asked her, "Are you tired? Do you want to go back and rest early?"

"Anything is fine." Ye Ling said in a low voice.

"Go back." Grandma knew what her granddaughter was thinking, "It's just these few bowls, you don't need to clean them up."

Tang Jialin thought about it, and went to the kitchen first, washed all the washable pots, basins, etc., then washed her hands, and left with Ye Yan first.

"We'll come back tomorrow after breakfast." Before going out, Tang Jialin said to Xu Long, "Have you taken your backpack?"

Xu Long remembered: "Not yet, I forgot."

Everyone laughed, Xu Long followed Tang Jialin and the others out, took off his backpack and camera equipment, and waved goodbye to them: "Goodbye, be careful on the road."

Tang Jialin and Ye Wei got into the car and drove back to Zhujiang. Naturally, Ye Wei would not take the initiative to chat on the way. Tang Jialin also had something on her mind, so she didn't open her mouth. The only sound in the car was the music she played.

"I still remember that you said that home is the only castle, continue to run along the Daoxiang River, smile slightly, I know the dream when I was a child, don't cry and let the fireflies take you to escape, the country songs will always rely on, go home, go back The first good..."

That's right, the original beauty was an important part of the original beauty in her memory behind her, but the man she thought was the real one had never been to this place.

He didn't know what a wonderful experience she had here when she was a child, and he didn't know that his favorite noodle soup was taught to her by his grandmother, and he hadn't even eaten the original authentic noodles made by his grandmother.

Looking back on the three years of marriage now, Tang Jialin always has a feeling that she has gone astray, and even wondered if she was stupid at the beginning, so that she would be so accommodating to everything.

Is it too much love?But she couldn't even remember the feeling of loving him, as if everything in the past was separated from her now, untouchable and hard to recall.

She drove back to Zhujiang's own house in silence all the way, and let Ye Ling live in her room. She lived with her mother, and her father had already been driven away by her mother, so she went to stay at a relative's house.

Sun Yueqin saw that her daughter was not in a good mood, and thought she was tired, so she didn't ask any more questions, and only asked her to go to bed early, but Tang Jialin rarely suffered from insomnia.

　Lyrics from Jay Chou's "The Fragrance of Rice"

　　
　
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