Lu Zhishan squeezed her hand and said with a smile: "If your words were heard by the master from another hospital, the master would be very sad."
"Hehehe, Master's cooking is naturally delicious," Mu Nanzhi thought of the squirrel mandarin fish and eight-treasure duck that he had eaten twice in a row, and suddenly his eyes curled up with a smile, and he pursed his lips and made up his mind. If you want to praise the master chef in your family more, you can look up and see a small stall selling sugar porridge on the roadside, and the praise will change. "But no matter how good the master cooks, he will not make such roadside food Snacks, even if a master chef knows how to make them, they definitely won’t taste as good as this. Such snacks have to be eaten in small alleys outside to make them delicious!”
Lu Zhishan followed Mu Nanzhi's line of sight and also looked at the old woman selling sugar porridge. She was in her sixties, fat and white, with sparse silver hair neatly combed into a round shape on the back of her head. There was a jasmine flower pinned to the bun. At this time, the old woman was bending over to serve sugar porridge to the guests. The jasmine flower was swaying in the evening breeze. On the table behind her, a pot of jasmine flower was blooming. I don't know if it was because of the pot of jasmine flowers, but Lu Zhishan felt that the air was extremely fragrant.
"Nanny, do you want to drink sugar porridge?" Lu Zhishan asked, but did not wait for Mu Nanzhi to answer, and then directly took Mu Nanzhi to the small sugar porridge stall, and sat down with Mu Nanzhi. He also sat down and said to the old lady: "Grandma, what kind of porridge do you have?"
The old lady looked over, holding a bowl in her hand, and said something to Lu Zhishan and Mu Nanzhi. She must have said something in Suzhou dialect. Of course, Lu Zhishan and Mu Nanzhi couldn't understand it. Lu Zhishan was speaking While frowning, a young man dressed as a scholar next to him put down the porridge in his hand and said to Lu Zhishan with a smile: "Is your guest a foreigner? You don't understand our Suzhou dialect? This grandma's family's sweet-scented osmanthus wine rice dumpling porridge is the best." Delicious, well worth trying. ”
"Thank you." Lu Zhishan nodded to the young man, and then wanted to sell porridge to the old lady. He was wondering if the old lady could understand, when he heard the young man say something in Suzhou dialect to the old lady, and then the old lady nodded, He looked at Lu Zhishan and Mu Nanzhi with a smile, then bent down to serve the porridge.
"I ordered two bowls of porridge for you." The young man said to Lu Zhishan.
"Thank you." Lu Zhishan was so busy that he thanked the young man again.
The old woman filled two full bowls of sweet-scented osmanthus wine-stuffed rice dumplings and placed them in front of the two of them. Maybe Mu Nanzhi was so beautiful. The old woman looked at Mu Nanzhi for a long time, and she couldn't help but look at him. Feeling embarrassed, the old lady then turned around, picked off a jasmine flower from the pot on the table, and brought it to Mu Nanzhi. Perhaps knowing that Mu Nanzhi could not understand Suzhou dialect, she did not say anything more, but stretched out her hand to put the jasmine flower away. on Mu Nanzhi's temples, then smiled and touched Mu Nanzhi's face, then turned around and served porridge to other guests.
Mu Nanzhi was confused at first, and then felt embarrassed. He looked towards Lu Zhishan, feeling a little at a loss.
"My grandma was very beautiful when she was young. She wore a flower on her hair all day long. Now that she is older, she is even more beautiful. She still wears a flower on her head every day. But grandma is very conceited and does not easily admit that others are prettier than her. "The young man watched on the side and couldn't help but laugh too. As if he was afraid of offending Mu Nanzhi, he didn't dare to look more. He just told Lu Zhishan, "For grandma to take the initiative to give flowers, it shows that your lady is beautiful. ”
Lu Zhishan was naturally happy, and even with the smell of wine that he was not used to, it was very delicious to eat it in his mouth. He leaned close to Mu Nanzhi's ear and said with a smile: "Little lady, you really make your husband look good." ”