"Okay!" After hearing this, the woman's eyes narrowed into a straight line, and her hands skillfully pinched the wontons on the board.
With the woman's extremely skillful movements, a few moments later, two bowls of steaming wontons appeared in front of Ye Chen's eyes, followed by a burst of fragrance.
The woman skillfully placed two bowls of wontons in front of Ye Chen and the two of them, and said with a smile: "Come on! Little brother, how about you try my aunt's hand, little girl?"
The soup was crystal clear and translucent, with oil stains still attached to it, and those green scallions were floating on the top of the soup. The white and tender wontons inside looked extremely tempting. Ermeng stared at the wontons closely, with longing in his eyes.
In response, Ye Chen smiled softly, pushed a bowl of wontons in front of Second Meng, and said softly: "Eat it! Be careful not to burn yourself!"
"Yes! Eat it while it's hot! It's cold now, so eating a bowl of wontons can warm your stomach!" The woman took out the rag tied around her waist, turned around, wiped the table, and smiled at the second dream.
Hearing this, Er Meng's eyes lit up. He held the spoon, and the fragrant soup flooded the spoon. He couldn't wait to take out a wonton, and bit into it fiercely regardless of how hot it was.
When the soup enters the mouth, the soup leaves a refreshing fragrance in the throat. Due to the boiling heat, Ermeng can't help but exhale and says with great satisfaction: "Teacher, this is really delicious!"
Hearing this, the woman who was wiping the table couldn't help but turn around, with a look of satisfaction on her face, and said with a smile: "As long as it's delicious, that's good!"
Seeing the greedy look in his second dream, Ye Chen's appetite greatly increased. He held the spoon and couldn't help but feel a trace of surprise on his face. It had been a long time since he had eaten like this. He shook his head and smiled casually, and picked up two more
The wontons were brought to his mouth. As he bit through the thin skin, the extremely sweet and greasy oil spurted out. The whole mouth was filled with the oil. At the same time, the hot soup entered his stomach and made Ye Chen feel excited.
Vibrate.
"I can still vaguely remember the feeling I had before!" Ye Chen couldn't help but pick up the bowl and took a sip directly regardless of the boiling hot soup. He said with satisfaction: "It's delicious!"
Hearing this, the look of satisfaction on the woman's face became even thicker. Seeing that the two of them had finished solving the problem so quickly, she couldn't help but smile and said, "Eat slowly, don't burn it! I still have some in the pot!"
Suddenly, a baby's cry suddenly sounded. The woman's face changed slightly, and she said to Ye Chen and Ye Chen with a look of embarrassment: "You guys eat slowly, I'll go ahead!"
"It's okay, go and do your work!" After drinking the hot soup, Ye Chen raised his head and smiled. The second dream also said: "Auntie, go and do your work!"
Seeing this, the woman smiled apologetically, turned around and walked quickly towards the place where the baby was crying. The baby's cries became louder and louder, causing passers-by to cast curious looks.
There was a cradle in the stall next to the stove. A baby in the cradle was crying, with his little face red from the cold. The woman walked over, picked up the baby, patted the baby's butt, and shook it gently.
There was a hint of warmth on the face, and the cold-red lips approached the baby and whispered: "Why, little baby, you are hungry again!"
Squatting down, ignoring Ye Chen's presence, the woman pulled off her coat and underwear, exposing her red nipples in mid-air. The baby also held the nipples in his mouth, and suddenly stopped crying. He looked at the woman with wide eyes, cold.
The wind blew, and the woman couldn't help but shiver, her whole body curled up, and she involuntarily leaned toward the stove.
"Teacher, that aunt is working so hard, and so is the child, in such a cold weather!" Putting down the spoon, looking at the scene, a trace of unbearable color appeared on Er Meng's face.
"The world is like this. People are divided into rich and poor, which also causes some people to be happy and some people to be unhappy!" Ye Chen also put down his spoon and said in a deep voice.
However, the scene of the woman holding the baby and feeding her baby was frozen in Ye Chen's eyes. What a heartwarming scene!
There is one of the most beautiful sounds in the world, and that is a mother's call. A loving mother's arms are made of love. How can a child not be sweet sleeping in them?
At this moment, Ye Chen couldn't help but think of his mother in his previous life, and that familiar face vaguely appeared in front of his eyes. Maternal love was always as deep as the sea. Suddenly, Ye Chen's figure suddenly trembled, and he raised his head and looked at the floating snowflakes.
In the void, his left hand poked out from his sleeve, his fingers shook, and the floating snowflakes fell towards his left hand, turning into a puddle of water and appearing in Ye Chen's palm.
The second dream opened its eyes wide and stared intently at the palm of Ye Chen's hand, with a hint of curiosity in his eyes.
As his left hand continued to shake, more and more snowflakes were involved, and more and more water was in Ye Chen's palm. As Ye Chen's left hand danced, it swayed, and finally turned into mist. The mist continued to roll and change.
It has different shapes, sometimes like a dragon roaring, sometimes like a river flowing slowly. If there is a feeling in his heart, Ye Chen's eyes show a hint of understanding: "Mother's love is like water, it always feels so gentle. It turns out that this
It is the ultimate origin of water. Haha, it represents the coldness of killing and the glory of human nature. It is really a contradictory origin!"
Suddenly, Ye Chen couldn't help but think of a sentence from his previous life. There are a thousand Hamlets in the hearts of a thousand readers. Different understandings will naturally lead to different feelings!
At this moment, Ye Chen looked more and more ordinary, without any aura of a warrior in his body, like a scholar who fell down when the wind blew.
The second dream opened its little mouth wide and looked at Ye Chen in disbelief. Seeing this, Ye Chen couldn't help scratching the second dream's nose with his right hand and said with a smile: "What, is there a flower on the teacher's face?
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"No! I feel like the teacher was a little different before!" Second Meng Liu frowned slightly, obviously very dissatisfied with Ye Chen's action of scraping his nose.
"Oh! It's different there!" Taking another sip of the soup, Ye Chen couldn't help but chuckle when he saw Second Meng's frown, which made Second Meng angrily say: "Anyway, it just feels different!"
Regarding Second Meng's vague answer, Ye Chen smiled, slapped Second Meng on the forehead, and said with a smile: "Hurry up and eat your wontons, otherwise they won't taste good when they get cold!"
In response to this, Ermeng could only glare at Ye Chen angrily. Seeing Ye Chen's eyes falling on the woman, she couldn't help but murmured: "Just like grandpa, he is disrespectful to his elders and is not ashamed to stare at auntie!"
Hearing this, the soup in Ye Chen's mouth almost spurted out, and he swallowed it forcefully. He glared at Ermeng fiercely and said fiercely: "Eat your wontons and go back and practice the Feng Wu Qin music a hundred times!"
While the two were talking, a rather arrogant voice suddenly sounded: "Mrs. Qin, four bowls of wontons, please move quickly!"
A young man dressed in rich clothes walked in from outside the stall. There was a hint of arrogance in his eyebrows. He said in a rather unkind tone to the woman squatting by the stove: "Mrs. Xu, please be faster!"
"Sir, street steward, can you please wait a moment? I don't have much time to spare here!" The woman, also Qin Fu, said to the young man with a troubled face, with a hint of pleading in her tone.
"I'm more casual on weekdays, but today I'm not the only one who wants to eat. Don't you have time to feed your son, but don't have time to make a bowl of wontons for the Young City Master?" The face of the young man in Chinese clothes could not help but darken, and his tone sounded aggressive. In the past,
He often eats wontons here, and it's free. After all, Widow Qin's wontons are famous in Luoxia City.
"When did the young city lord of Luoxia City have such a thing?" Ye Chen muttered with his mouth full of grease. He remembered that the city lord was Xiang Wentian, wasn't he dead? And Xiang Wentian didn't have any descendants, so when did a young city lord come out, even though
In this way, Ye Chen still buried his head in eating the wontons without saying a word. Instead, Ermeng glared angrily at the young man in the gorgeous clothes!
Hearing this, Mrs. Qin's body trembled slightly. Her run-down wonton stall could actually attract the young city lord of Luoxia City. This was something she could not even imagine.
However, Mrs. Qin reacted immediately and quickly put the baby in her arms into the cradle. Regardless of the crying baby, she arranged her clothes a little and said softly: "Okay! It'll be fine soon!"
If the young city lord of Luoxia City was treated lightly for this reason, how could an ordinary widow like Mrs. Qin survive in Luoxia City? Considering the seriousness of the situation, Mrs. Qin had to get up and pour wontons into the hot soup, while the baby cried.
The sound became louder and louder, causing the young man in fine clothes to frown slightly and shouted coldly: "Be quiet!"
Being frightened by the young man in Chinese attire, the baby cried even louder, and at this moment a rather impatient voice came: "Why, does it take so much trouble to eat a bowl of wontons?"