The old man has a very kind square face. Due to his age, his facial features have become sagging, and the flesh on his cheeks droops slightly, making him look like a smiling Maitreya Buddha.
He looked eagerly at the door curtain where Tong's wife had just come out, muttering to himself, "This mixed bean sauce noodles is very particular, the authentic old Beijing fried bean sauce noodles, it's not just noodles, it's very troublesome..."
As she was speaking, Aunt Zhuang called Sister Tong to serve the food.
After opening the door curtain, Mrs. Zhuang came out carrying a large tray.
There were quite a few bowls and dishes on the tray. After serving them one by one, Mrs. Zhuang brought a pot of water to the old man and went back to the kitchen to do her own thing.
The old man couldn't wait to take a look at the separate bowl of fried sauce with chopsticks. It was moist, fragrant and shiny. "Wow, fried sauce with scallion oil and diced pork. Not bad, not bad. It smells so good!"
He picked up the chopsticks and put a little into his mouth, "Delicious!"
Pour the fried sauce into the noodle bowl. The noodles are neither thick nor thin. You can tell they are handmade noodles when you pick them up.
The neatly arranged vegetables on the side included shredded yellow flowers, shredded radish, eggs, shrimps, and the indispensable soybeans, all of which were poured into a large noodle bowl and mixed.
The old man couldn't wait to pick up a big bite and put it in his mouth, "The meat is fragrant, the onions are fragrant, and the sauce is the most fragrant!"
He ate very heartily, with his head lowered, looking very interested and happy.
Listening to the snoring sound, Mrs. Tong couldn't help but lift the curtain and ask Aunt Zhuang, "Shall we have noodles with soybean paste tonight? This old man eats so deliciously!"
Aunt Zhuang said with a smile, "Xiao Xiao still has a lot of sauce, I'll make you some noodles tonight for you to eat."
The old man's mouth was full of oil. He stopped to wipe his mouth at the end and said, "It's really delicious!"
He called Sister Tong over and said, "Little sister, can I meet your chef?"
Mrs. Tong rubbed her head and said, "Wait a moment, I'll go ask the boss."
The old man watched her go and waited contentedly. He guessed that the boss must be a chef with many years of cooking experience, but he didn't know why he would open a restaurant in this small place under an assumed name...
Could it be that he encountered... Eh
The old man was stunned for a moment when he saw Xiao Jun coming out.
Xiao Jun was also a little confused. He heard from Mrs. Tong that the old man was enjoying his meal, so why did he suddenly ask to see him
"Is there anything wrong with this?" Xiao Jun looked at the empty bowls neatly arranged on the table, "Is there anything wrong with your eating?"
"Young boss, did you make this noodle?" the old man asked in disbelief.
He imagined that the chef with decades of experience suddenly turned into a young and handsome guy, and he was a little overwhelmed...
"Yes, I did it." Xiao Jun nodded.
Ding Sha also heard the noise and came out from behind, "What's wrong? Ah Jun?"
The old man was shocked to see the baby girl with a bulging belly, "Hey, slow down, slow down, sit down quickly..."
Xiao Jun helped her sit down, "It's okay."
The old man breathed a sigh of relief. "I just wanted to meet the chef because the noodles were authentic. I thought he was an old friend from the same hometown... I didn't expect the young man to be so young..."
Xiao Jun was relieved to hear that he was not looking for him because of the food, "As long as you eat well, that's fine."
"Young boss, can you cook other Beijing dishes?" The old man rubbed his hands, "I'm too old to walk long distances, but I want this dish. I haven't eaten such authentic Beijing dishes in Nanjiang..."
Xiao Jun thought for a moment and asked, "What else do you want to eat?"
"Roast duck!" the old man opened his mouth without hesitation.
Xiao Jun: “…”
The old man rubbed his hands in embarrassment after realizing what was happening. "Dream-making pancakes and fried pork slices are fine, but it would be better if I also had rice noodles with meat..."
Xiao Jun thought about it and it wasn't difficult to make. "Come over some other day and I'll make it for you. But you're so old, and you only ordered meat dishes. Aren't you afraid of the three highs?"
The old man paused for a moment, thinking of his wife's advice at home, and felt a little guilty, "I... can't finish it in one day..."
Xiao Jun understood everything at a glance, "How about this. Come every few days and I'll do it for you. I can't do it every day."
"No problem, no problem," the old man said happily, "I'll bring my wife with me next time."
The old man paid the bill, humming Sha Jia Bang happily as he left.
It's foggy outside, as if it's going to snow.
Ding Sha saw people passing by the door coughing and sneezing from the cold, and said with some concern, "The weather is getting colder and colder, and many people have caught a cold..."
Xiao Jun couldn't help but hug her tighter, "Well, I'll go back and make ginger soup and put some brown sugar in it and prepare it in the hall. Everyone who comes can have a bowl to calm down the cold."
Ding Sha turned back and touched his forehead, "Drink more, don't get sick."
Xiao Jun held her hand and said, "I won't get sick. I promise you."
Ding Sha laughed at him, "You have the final say? You said you won't get sick, so you won't get sick?"
Xiao Jun also smiled lightly, "Well, I have the final say. I will never get sick when I am with you."
According to experience, if you speak too confidently, you will get slapped in the face. Xiao Jun wanted to say this but within a few days, he fell ill.
He was lying on the bed receiving an IV drip with blurry eyes and a red nose. Even his figure could not be seen clearly.
Ding Sha stood by and didn't know whether to worry about him or laugh at him.
The shop has suspended business.
Aunt Zhuang is now fully responsible for the meals of several people, and Ding Sha has no way to take care of Xiao Jun even though she is pregnant.
At night, Xiao Jun asked for water in a daze, but after sitting up, he could not stand steadily. Ding Sha struggled to sit up from the bed and pour him some water.
Xiao Jun drank two sips to sober up a little. He saw Ding Sha standing in front of the bed in pajamas, "Are you cold?"
He lifted the quilt, "It's warm in there."
Ding Sha was so sleepy that he crawled in without thinking.
Xiao Jun casually put the cup on the bedside table, lay down, tucked in the quilt for Ding Sha, hugged her from behind and fell asleep.
When Ding Sha woke up, she felt the quilt was warm. Usually, when she woke up every day, the quilt was cold, making her want to stay in bed but didn't know how.
She moved her feet and arms, only to find that her feet were held by a pair of big feet and a pair of hands were gently covering her belly.
Her brain froze for a second before Ding Sha realized that she was lying on Xiao Jun's bed. As she gradually woke up, her memories gradually emerged. She remembered that she had fallen into a deep sleep last night and followed Xiao Jun's instructions and lay down in the quilt.
At that moment, Ding Sha really wanted to go back to last night.
After just two movements, Xiao Jun woke up.
He raised his hands and helped Ding Sha lie down flat. "Is this okay? Will it make you feel uncomfortable?"
"Not bad." Ding Sha said.
In fact, in the later stage, she felt uncomfortable no matter which posture was used, but it was just a matter of which one had less impact relatively speaking.
Xiao Jun still had a slight headache, so he covered his mouth and nose slightly, "Wait for me to help you up in a while, remember to drink some ginger soup and don't take any medicine."
He was a little angry. He was angry at himself for allowing Ding Sha to have such close contact with him. What if he infected her
Author's side note: There will be another update later~