Although Jiang Wanwan drank some beer at night, she was very energetic when she woke up in the morning. When she was washing, she looked at her pink face in the mirror and couldn't help but sigh that she was still young. No matter how late she stayed up, it would not affect her condition the next day.
After tying a ponytail in front of the mirror, Jiang Wanwan opened the door energetically and walked towards the kitchen. As soon as she reached the kitchen door, she vaguely heard some noises coming from the kitchen. She reached out and pushed open the kitchen door. The heat and the smell of paste hit her face, making her stop in her tracks.
At this time, Xi Heming, who was wearing an apron and holding a spatula, turned around hurriedly when he heard the voice. His hair, which used to be neatly combed, now had messy bangs sticking to his forehead, and beads of sweat the size of rice grains slid down his cheeks. It went down the neck and into the clothes.
Xi Heming didn't seem to expect Jiang Wanwan to get up so early. He didn't know how to repair his image for a while. The two stared at each other for a moment, and finally Xi Heming couldn't help it anymore and glared at Jiang Wanwan in anger: "Get out. , the noodles aren’t ready yet.”
Jiang Wanwan came in holding back her laughter and took a look into the pot. There was a wok filled with dark sauce. Most of the diced pork of different sizes had turned black and stuck to the pot together with the bean paste, exuding a choking smell. Human taste. The hot water was boiling in another soup pot. The noodles in it seemed to have been cooking for a while, and they looked almost cooked into a paste.
Jiang Wanwan quickly turned off the heat, turned around and pushed open the window on one side. The cool air was blown in by the wind, reducing the heat in the kitchen and taking away the pungent smell. Jiang Wanwan turned her head and saw Xi Heming's mobile phone screen lighting up, showing a tutorial on fried noodles.
Xi Heming hurriedly threw the shovel in his hand into the pot. Then, regardless of the oil on his hands, he quickly picked up the phone and put it into his apron pocket. His ears and neck turned red at this moment. .
Jiang Wanwan looked at Xi Heming in such an embarrassing state, and something strange flashed in her heart. She knew how Xi Heming was a mysophobic, image-conscious, pretentious, and aloof person. Unexpectedly, because he casually said that he wanted to eat noodles, he got up early in the morning and relied on the recipes on his mobile phone to clumsily cut meat, fry sauce, and cook noodles for her. There were half-cut noodles on the cutting board. Cucumbers, shredded cucumbers vary in thickness, some can be cut in half when picked up, while others are as thick as a little finger.
Xi Heming followed Jiang Wanwan's line of sight and saw his masterpiece. His face suddenly turned redder, and he took a step forward with his long legs to block Jiang Wanwan, not wanting her to see his poor craftsmanship.
Jiang Wanwan looked at Xi Heming with a smile in her eyes: "Okay, stop blocking it, I've seen it all."
Xi Heming sighed slightly and spread his hands helplessly: "It's quite easy to follow the tutorial, but I didn't expect that it would be so messy to make it that you wouldn't have the breakfast you want."
"It doesn't matter, I accept your kindness." Jiang Wanwan looked at Xi Heming with crooked eyebrows: "How about I make breakfast for you."
Xi Heming looked at the messy kitchen and sighed softly: "Stop it, I'll invite you out to eat. Don't you really want to eat fried noodles? I know there is a pretty good one."
Jiang Wanwan thought of Xi Heming's habit of not going to high-end restaurants, and subconsciously said, "I'm afraid the restaurants are closed so early."
"It's not a high-end restaurant, it's just a very ordinary shop." Xi Heming looked at Jiang Wanwan with some shyness: "When I was checking the recipe of fried noodles in the morning, I saw some people on the local forum talking about a small fried noodles. The noodle shop is delicious, the meat sauce is full of flavor, and the dishes are rich. I thought you might like it, so I paid attention to the address."
Jiang Wanwan was as shocked when she heard this as when she saw Xi Heming cooking: "Are you willing to go to a small shop like this to eat noodles?"
"Well, actually I don't care." Xi Heming carefully looked at Jiang Wanwan's expression: "If you don't like it, forget it, I know another one..."
"I like it!" Jiang Wanwan's eyes were as beautiful as the crescent moon: "I want to try that fried noodles."
Xi Heming was infected by Jiang Wanwan's smile and couldn't help laughing: "Okay, I'm going to take a shower and change some clothes. I'll be right back!"
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Xi Heming went back to the room to take a shower, and Jiang Wanwan also went back to put on light makeup. When choosing clothes, she hesitated for a moment, ran her hand across the neatly hung professional suit, and landed on a skirt that she went to yesterday. Xi Heming helped her choose it when she was shopping in the mall.
After changing her clothes, Jiang Wanwan looked at herself in the mirror, casually let down her tied hair, styled it in big waves, and then walked out of the room carrying her bag.
At the same time, Xi Heming also opened the door and walked out. Surprisingly, Xi Heming did not wear a shirt, but chose a casual short-sleeved shirt. As if he was afraid that Jiang Wanwan would misunderstand something, Xi Heming couldn't wait to explain as soon as they met: "I think it's a bit inappropriate to wear formal clothes to eat in a small shop."
Jiang Wanwan smiled: "Me too."
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Although the two of them were wearing casual clothes, when Xi Heming's multi-million dollar luxury car parked by the large glass window of the noodle shop, the noodle eaters inside were still shocked, and then they saw a pair of handsome men and beautiful women exiting the car. I came down and opened the door and entered the noodle shop.
The landlady's eyes fell on Xi Heming's face, and she burst out with great enthusiasm. She quickly wiped the table by the window with a clean rag, and said hello with a smile: "Sit here, young man, you two." what do you want to eat."
The noodle shop offers a limited variety. Apart from fried noodles, there are only some side dishes. Xi Heming glanced at the illustrated menu on the window, and Brick asked Jiang Wanwan: "What else do you want to eat besides fried noodles?"
Although the two of them seemed out of place when they stopped here, Jiang Wanwan was actually very familiar with this kind of fly restaurant. In college, when she was short of money and greedy, her favorite was this kind of fly restaurant. She liked it for several months and found it. Having a meal in a small but delicious place is simply the happiest thing.
Zhajiang noodles were her favorite at the time. She had been to many similar shops. She glanced at the window and Jiang Wanwan said in a familiar manner: "Two bowls of fried noodles, one fried belly, one plate of beef, here we go." Plate of salted duck eggs.”
"Okay!" The landlady announced the menu in a loud voice and then went to the back kitchen to get side dishes. Not only were there the ones ordered by Jiang Wanwan, but there was also a portion of stir-fried shredded potatoes given by the landlady, which was so large that it almost overflowed.
The young man at the next table couldn't help but look at Jiang Wanwan when she came in. Naturally, he also heard what Jiang Wanwan ordered. When he saw that the landlady had given them such a large portion of food, he was immediately a little appetized.
"Sister Hong, you are so unkind. You gave me more shredded potatoes than what I ordered. I come to your house to eat noodles every day, why don't you give me one as a gift?"
Sister Hong placed the last plate of side dishes in front of Jiang Wanwan, turned around and cursed with a smile: "Whenever you look as good as other boys, I will give it to you. Now you look like this and you are not worthy of me giving it to you."
There was a burst of relaxed and joyful laughter in the store, and Xi Heming also smiled slightly.
As Jiang Wanwan knows, Xi Heming used to be very picky about the food he eats and the places he eats. Although Xi Heming has been led by her to eat a lot of down-to-earth food in the past few months, this kind of restaurant is indeed his first choice. Come again.
But what surprised Jiang Wanwan was that Xi Heming had a calm look on his face. He neither disliked the old tables and chairs nor the noisy environment. Sitting by the window, he was calm and composed, and his demeanor was no different from eating in a high-end hotel.
Jiang Wanwan skillfully poured hot tea, rinsed the bowls, chopsticks and cups in front of them, and handed one of the steaming portions to Xi Heming.
Xi Heming looked at him with some surprise: "Have you ever eaten in a small restaurant like this?"
Jiang Wanwan hesitated for a moment, then nodded honestly: "I often ate at fly restaurants when I was in college."
Thinking of Jiang Wanwan's pampered appearance before marriage, Xi Heming shook his head: "It's hard to associate this kind of store with you at that time. I always thought that you used to be a spa person in addition to buying bags."
Jiang Wanwan smiled guiltily, the original owner was indeed like this, but she was not the original owner.
At this moment, the landlady came over carrying a large tray with two huge bowls of noodles, and various side dishes and meat sauce next to it.
"Is there anything you don't want to eat? Do you prefer it to be saltier or lighter?"
Jiang Wanwan took one look at the side dishes and said immediately: "Everything is fine, as long as the taste is just right."
"Okay!" The proprietress put various vegetables such as bean sprouts, shredded carrots, and cucumbers into Jiang Wanwan's bowl, and poured a plate of meat sauce into it.
Jiang Wanwan happily started mixing the noodles, and then couldn't wait to take a big bite. Her eyes suddenly lit up: "It's delicious."
Xi Heming looked at Jiang Wanwan with a smile in his eyes. He raised his head and nodded to the landlady, and said politely and distantly: "Mine is the same as hers, thank you."
The chewy noodles are wrapped in deep-fried sauce and coated with an alluring sheen. The sauce is rich and fragrant in the mouth, the noodles are soft and elastic, and the side dishes are refreshing. They are intertwined in the mouth, making people both satisfied and happy.
"It's indeed delicious." Xi Heming looked at Jiang Wanwan opposite, with a soft light in his eyes: "Thank you for your recommendation."
Jiang Wanwan smiled: "I should be the one thanking you for finding such a delicious restaurant."
Xi Heming smiled back, lowered his head and continued eating noodles.
A simple breakfast in an ordinary shop, but because the people eating noodles together are so nice, it makes this breakfast feel special.
The boss gave a large portion, and Jiang Wanwan and Xi Heming couldn't finish it considering their appetites. Jiang Wanwan wiped the corners of her mouth with a paper towel and sincerely gave the proprietress a suggestion: "Next time, we can just serve two-thirds of the noodles, otherwise it will be wasted if we don't finish it."
The proprietress was very sincere. When she heard them say that they would come back next time, she immediately smiled and agreed: "No problem, I will give you side dishes next time."
When the two came out of the store, the sun was already high in the sky. Xi Heming drove Jiang Wanwan to the elevator door of the parking lot of the building where she was located. Before getting off the car, he gave her a special reminder: "Don't forget to work overtime together at night." .”
Jiang Wanwan suppressed a smile and nodded: "I remember. For the sake of the noodles with soybean paste this morning, I will just eat a fat-reducing meal with you tonight."
The three words "I'll accompany you" rippled around in Xi Heming's heart, creating a wave of ripples.
"Okay, I'll pick you up tonight."
Watching Jiang Wanwan enter the elevator, Xi Heming parked his car under the Xi's Building and took the exclusive elevator upstairs.
The special assistant had been waiting at the door of the office early. When he saw Xi Heming, he immediately came up to him and said, "Mr. Xi, the affairs of the Si family that you asked to be investigated have been found out. Here are all the information."
Xi Heming stretched out his hand to take the material, and quickly looked through it. When he raised his head again, his face was as cold as ice.
"Si family..."
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