They Gather Here

Children can be taught.

Luo Zhen nodded in satisfaction, holding up a bowl of noodles.

In terms of appearance, this soba with yam paste is indeed better than crucian carp soup.

The white yam paste is like a gorgeous cloud, floating on the thick soy sauce dyed soup. The mainly white, slightly dark red buckwheat noodles set off the light green green onion and dark green seaweed, forming a beautiful scenery. A beautiful picture.

In terms of plate presentation, the vast majority of female chefs do have a little bit of an advantage, so you can't accept it.

Anyone with a little knowledge of Japanese food will know that Neon has three types of noodles: ramen, udon, and soba.

In fact, ramen and udon are both influenced by Huaxia noodles. To say that the most traditional and local one is soba noodles.

The buckwheat with a special aroma is made into smooth and springy noodles, stimulated with ice water, drained and spread on a bamboo mat, served with homemade delicious dipping sauce, mixed with slightly spicy mustard and chopped green onion, " Suck it into your mouth——

This is the most popular dipping soba in summer.

The neon writer Li Liangping wrote a widely circulated short story called "A Bowl of Yangchun Noodles". The Yangchun Noodles in the article refers to soba noodles in clear soup.

This novel is hailed as the embodiment of the national spirit, and soba noodles are the embodiment of this spirit (especially after World War II, national reconstruction).

After all, buckwheat was originally born in a cold and barren land, and it seems to have a bit of bitter cold and cold temperament by nature.

Neon people love soba noodles, and there's a big part of it.

In fact, eating buckwheat was once popular in China.

But with the development of fine rice noodles, homemade buckwheat noodles have more often become a prop for urban residents to remember bitterness and sweetness or improve their lives.

Fortunately, various healthy foods and coarse grains have become popular in recent years, and buckwheat has become common. Maybe in the near future, buckwheat will return to the table of Chinese people.

Luo Zhen thought about it so much, only then realized that he had been staring at the noodles for a long time.

At the same time, he noticed that Erina was looking at him worriedly, as if he was worried that the food would not suit his appetite, so he hurriedly prepared to take a bite.

He picked up the chopsticks, stuck a small lump of yam paste on the surface, and brought it to his mouth.

Suddenly, Chitanda leaned over, "Ahh!"

The two almost kissed each other.

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Chapter 14 Dog food and soba noodles with yam paste

The classroom was quiet.

Even Ryo Hayama and Jun Xijian, who couldn't figure out the situation, looked at Chitanda in bewilderment.

I saw the girl eating the noodles in a very "rough" posture, her cheeks puffed up, and she ate the noodles on the chopsticks in one bite.

(￣～￣) Chew!

What the hell?

Luo Zhen showed a surprised expression.

Chitanda fanned the wind with her hand: "That's how I always eat soba noodles."

Indeed, many traditional neon people eat this way. In Natsume Soseki's "I am a cat", it is even more extreme.

If you don't even chew, that's too much.

But the problem is not here!

Luo Zhen pointed to his chopsticks: "Chitanda, why are you eating my noodles?"

The girl froze for a moment, her face flushed: "I said just now, several seniors have issued a death order to supervise you not to eat in Yuanyue."

"..."

"..."

Isn't this girl too serious?

Luo Zhen glanced at his chopsticks, thinking that after eating the sashimi just now, it seemed that they hadn't been washed, and his current behavior might be equivalent to an indirect kiss.

He coughed softly: "Girl, if you don't tell me or I don't tell you, will they know?"

"Huh?" Chitanda covered her mouth in surprise, "Is it still possible?"

"of course."

"Is this a shared secret?"

"There's nothing shameful about it."

These words sounded a bit ambiguous, Chitanda blushed.

What's there to be shy about?

Girls' minds are really hard to guess.

Luo Zhen scratched his head, passed the bowl of soba noodles with yam paste in his hand, and gently squeezed his wrist, the meaning was obvious, "You eat my bowl".

Unexpectedly, Chitanda hid back.

However, she shook her head very little, which seemed a bit like "refusing to welcome".

Luo Zhen really refused to accept it, picked up a chopsticks soba noodles, and stuffed them into Chitanda's mouth in full view.

The essence of the so-called "eating" may be a bit obscene——

Food does not touch the outside of the body, but the inside (the mouth); not the surface of the body, but the inside (the gums).

In other words, feel comfortable.

Because the behavior of eating is so daily, people are especially prone to stumble in places they are already familiar with.

This is the brutal truth.

Especially the slender and dense noodles, how can it be uncomfortable to caress the soft part of the oral epithelium?

Focusing on the joints between the teeth and gums on the inside of the molars, the noodles wrapped in yam paste are rubbed, pinched off, and chewed. Meat.

That feeling is like going through tickling hell.

Chitanda subconsciously swallowed, and then lightly touched her chopsticks. Although her movements were charming, her eyes were full of tears.

She said aggrievedly: "I hate sticky yam paste, super, super, super, super disgusting!"

You can't pretend you didn't hear this.

Just now Erina was thinking about how to separate the connection between the two, but now she leaned forward excitedly: "Isn't the yam soba noodles I made delicious?"

"Huh?" Chitanda was taken aback, "I didn't mean that..."

"Open your mouth, come on, ah—"

"???"

"Hurry up!"

"Uh... um... ah—"

Thus, the scene of destroying the Three Views appeared.

Erina snatched the buckwheat noodles from Luo Zhen's hand, picked up a pair of chopsticks, and sent it to Chitanda's mouth.

This picture is really...

A beautiful girl feeds another beautiful girl, which is very eye-catching, and people can't help but think of some two-dimensional scenes, which are still Kashiwagi Hideri's style.

Luo Zhen heard the loud "grunt" sound and subconsciously looked at Ye Shanliang.

In the end, he found that the other party was covering his eyes with Xi Jianrun, and only then did he realize that it was himself who swallowed the saliva.

At this moment, Fei Shazi poked him in the waist and lowered his voice: "Although I knew it a long time ago, I still can't help but want to say, so you are this kind of person..."

Luo Zhen almost spurted blood, and wanted to look away, so he made up his mind to take one last look, only to find that Chitanda didn't blush anymore.

Unlike her predecessors, Erina's feeding was completely harmless.

The racing heart was gone.

The complex mood of the prisoner's self-control and theft also disappeared without a trace.

Finally, I can focus on tasting.

It is obviously a soup made of thick soy sauce and mirin, with a simple soba noodle and yam paste. It looks very "vegetarian" at first glance, but after sucking the fragrance of the soup, everything becomes different.

The noodles are cold in the mouth, because soba noodles can be eaten cold.

The first feeling of a girl is that the noodles are thick, but have a great texture, very flexible and full of chewiness.

The noodles are bitten off in the mouth, but they are not hard to chew at all, and the strength is well grasped, and at the same time they are easy to swallow.

Then, the taste of the soup broke out in the mouth, first it was sweet and clear, but it was wrapped in the salty taste of thick soy sauce, and then, just when the girl was looking for the salty and sweet taste, there was another burst of multiple flavors come out.

Chitanda chewed carefully.

Even if the noodles are bitten very short, they still spring to the teeth.

Moreover, the special seasoning method made her unable to stop at all. After swallowing the noodles in her mouth, there was still a faint spicy taste lingering in her mouth.

Not chopped green onions, but like...

garlic?

In order to confirm the guess in her heart, Chitanda opened her cherry (blood) peach (pot) small (big) mouth again: "Ah——"

Erina was not angry at all, and took another chopstick for the other party.

The rich soba noodle fragrance, and a hint of spiciness mixed with the original sweetness of the soup rushed into the throat and went straight down.