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"If you both want Pianerchuan, do you want to order a whole pot? The portion is enough for the two to share, and the taste will be better cooked directly in a casserole."

"Uh—" Ye Chen couldn't make up his mind.

"Yeah." Wan Qing nodded lightly, looked at the waitress, and suddenly smiled, "When you go back tonight, remember to leave the house a few minutes later."

The other party blinked with some doubts, but still maintained a polite smile, without asking why.

When the waiter walked away, Ye Chen asked softly, "What are you doing?"

"If I remember correctly, a waitress will be killed in this store today."

"How do you remember it so clearly?"

"Don't you think she's the prettiest one here?"

Ye Chen was speechless for a while, scratching his head not knowing what to say.

Wan Qing didn't seem interested in chatting with him either, she just looked around with a bit of nostalgia.

Although the noodles were not ready yet, the waiter had already served a small bowl for noodles and long chopsticks for holding noodles in the casserole.

Wanqing has not eaten at Pianerchuan for many years.

Because after she graduated from high school, the store had moved elsewhere.

I went there once again, but I always feel that I can't get back the taste of the past.

Is it because people have grown up, or has their taste changed? This question can now finally have an answer.

A noodle shop is a noodle shop after all, although the decoration is relatively high-end, the environment inside is still noisy.

Ye Chen scratched his head, counting the white spots on the tablecloth, Wan Qing didn't speak, the atmosphere between the two seemed a bit dull.

But the tables beside them were very lively.

People talk about themselves, about the future, and about many, many things.

In this era of underdeveloped Internet, there are always many days to chat when we meet each other, there are many different opinions that can be exchanged with each other, and different ideas can also collide with each other.

"Oh, I heard that the production capacity of steel this year is not very good."

"It's not too bad, it's not that lacking. Half of the production lines are converted to civilian use."

"The books don't look good, will anything happen?"

"Don't worry, when did the factory treat us badly?"

"Godfather! When will you be the section chief?"

"Haha, let's talk about it in a few years!"

"As long as your godfather doesn't know how to flatter, it's only a ghost that he can be the section chief."

"Ruoruo, have you put too much vinegar in?"

"It tastes so good!"

"Oh! Really?"

"Yeah yeah!"

"Son, you said you don't want to go abroad, but you will have better development if you go abroad."

"Dad, you can develop better if you stay in China. Now is the time with the most potential."

"Oh, you don't understand."

"...Let's talk about it when I'm in high school."

"It's too late for high school."

"...Let's talk about it after we graduate from junior high school."

"Hey, there's no point in delaying time?"

"But I'm not good at English now."

"Go there and you'll be fine."

"Oh, Dad, I don't want to leave your side yet, I'm still a child."

"Haha, people who are all in junior high school and are still children, are you embarrassed?"

"Mom, Dad bought a beautiful big brother today!"

"Where did you get the money?"

"This, cough... I think it will be useful for doing business in the future."

"Business? What kind of business, don't you work in a factory?"

Ye Chen finally couldn't bear the loneliness, and asked, "Wan... Wanqing? What are you looking at?"

"Hmm? Well... let's look at some nostalgic things, this store will not be here next year."

"Tell me about the future? You're not the future me, ahh—I understand!" Ye Chen suddenly shouted, startling the diner who was eating noodles alone, "You are actually my future wife Bar?"

Wan Qing raised her eyebrows strangely: "Who gave you the confidence that you will have a wife in the future?"

"It must be so. What you said before is actually making fun of me, right? Could it be that I died in the future? Did you go back to the past to save me?"

"Resuscitate?" Wan Qing looked at him with drooping eyelids, "That's right."

"So, it really is...cough, can I call now?"

Ye Chen's boldness was somewhat beyond Wan Qing's expectations.

In her memory, she was a boy who didn't dare to talk to girls, the kind who would blush when chatting with girls.

But now it seems that not only is it normal, but also a little cheerful?

The annoying self in my memory, weak and timid, ordinary and ordinary, can't do anything...

"Cough, forget it, I'll call you Wan Qing." Ye Chen shrank back again, showing an embarrassing smile, "Actually, you are from the future, so you lied to me, right?"

Wan Qing looked him up and down, as if she had carefully looked at each of his hairs, and made him a little hairy, and shifted her eyes to other places uneasily.

"I am you from the future."

"Um--"

"Don't make me repeat it, idiot." She knocked on the table impatiently, stared into his eyes, and said every word, "Unless you want to end your boring life early."

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4. Apartment

(One)

The beautiful waitress wearing thick heat-resistant gloves placed the casserole on a wooden table mat, and then put down the already smelling aroma.

"Please use it slowly, do you need other seasonings?"

"Some vinegar—" Ye Chen hesitated for a moment, but changed his mouth again when he smelled the strong sour smell coming from the next table, "Forget it, that's it...how about you, Wanqing?"

"Need not."

The waiter nodded with a smile, and then opened the lid of the casserole.

White steam rose slowly, blurring Wan Qing's vision.

The taste is not very strong, in fact, it is more light.

She didn't greet Ye Chen, she picked up a spoon to scoop up some soup by herself.

There is also a little sweetness in the salty aroma.

No spiciness, nor the thickness of the noodle soup 20 years later.

Pure taste, without adding too much condiment to fool the tongue of diners.

The pickled vegetables are also just right, not overwhelming.

There are fresh bamboo shoots and dried bamboo shoots, and the tastes of the two are well distinguished.

Obviously, this pot of soup base alone has been boiled for a long time, and the new noodle soup is made from the original soup plus fresh ingredients, which is why it takes so much time.

In noodle restaurants more than ten years later, it usually takes only three to five minutes to serve a bowl of noodles—if it really takes two to ten minutes like this, the diners will probably turn their tables over.

The fast-paced life makes people forget many good things in the past.

Even Wan Qing herself, in that era, couldn't slow herself down.

As it turned out, it wasn't her tongue that had changed, but her taste.

Products made with care and those produced on the assembly line may feel similar, but there are still many differences in taste.

It's like some people like to listen to tapes - obviously the sound quality of this thing is a few blocks away from the new era of digital audio.

But they like this kind of music with the bottom noise of "rustling" and the taste of years.

Trend-seekers find them inexplicable, and feel they're deliberately retro.

The taste of food is more uniform, the quality of music is better and better, and the picture on TV is clearer.

But there are always people who guard those abandoned things, and then watch themselves being abandoned by the tide of that era.

Wan Qing's eye circles were a little red, and she felt that she was also abandoned by the times.

"Hey, Wan Qing, will restaurants still be like this in the future? Will there be some kind of food synthesizer that can turn out delicious food with just one click?"

There is no food synthesizer, but the food package that can be eaten as long as it is heated has indeed spread all over the country.

There is less and less freshly made food.

Unless you spend more money, you'll always be stuck with frozen, then thawed, taste-accurate, boring instant food.

Even those small shops and stalls that still insist on cooking and selling are gradually disappearing.

"The food in the future will be much worse than it is now." She sneered, as if mocking Ye Chen's childish fantasy.

"Ah...why?"

"In the future, few people will seriously cook delicious food for ordinary people."

"Why?" Ye Chen was very annoyed.

"Because serious people are dead."

"...Really, is the future so boring?"

"It's more boring than you think."

"A lie?"

"I never lie to idiots."

Ye Chen was choked immediately.

He didn't speak, just kept putting noodles in the bowl.

……

(two)

After eight o'clock in the evening, the city seemed to be about to rest.

Many shops have closed their shutters, and there is a slight chill in the cold autumn night air.

Wan Qing breathed out a hot breath, feeling that her whole body was extraordinarily warm.

Ye Chen stood at the door, looking around, as if wanting to say goodbye.

But Wan Qing grabbed his shoulder: "Go, come back with me, I want to tell you about the future in detail."

"Ah? Eh? If I don't go back, I will be scolded by my father..."

"Don't worry, he's probably not in the mood to scold you at all." Wan Qing's expression was complicated, but she still deliberately sneered, "Let's go, take me to Yinqi Road by bike."

"It's a bit far away."