Clear soup, fine noodles, stirred by chopsticks, the soup with water waves presents a winding and soft picture full of artistic feeling, with a long and distant light aroma, occupying all the attention of both taste and visual senses with an extremely overbearing momentum.


    The branches and tendrils seem to have awakened their self-consciousness and pick up a chopstick face with chopsticks. The soup straightens along the noodles that leave the soup bowl and no longer meanders out a beautiful curve. It flows back to the bowl with a continuous fragrance.


    The delicate and soft light yellow noodles are actually very beautiful when you look at them carefully. They are simple and uncut.


    I can''t wait to put the noodles into my mouth. Well, it seems soft, as if it breaks without any strength. In fact, the smooth noodles with pure grain fragrance are continuously distributed and filled with my mouth with the wriggling between my lips and teeth.


    What kind of feeling is this?


    Like in the early life space, they were in the endless golden wheat field, smelling the smell of wheat, rolling sickles on the branches and crazily harvesting wheat.


    From wheat to flour to noodles, there are many processes to go through. The tender green malt drills out of the soil, thrives in the sun and rain, and finally produces a string of full and heavy ears of wheat.


    The ears of wheat harvested back are separated by the machine into grains of wheat, then processed into flour, and then into noodles.


    What they are tasting now is not so much a bowl of noodles as the fruit of nature and the labor of those who work hard to grow wheat.


    This result, through simple and skillful processing and cooking, has become a strong sense of happiness that is about to overflow.


    The taste level of noodles is not much worse than soup.


    The fragrance of grain is the ultimate taste enjoyment.


    At the same time, the salty taste of dried shellfish jumped out after the fragrance of grain. This taste from rivers, lakes and seas is overbearing and pure primitive.


    They perfectly interpret what is fresh and what is salty. In addition, the fragrance of chicken soup, bamboo shoots soaked in chicken soup, mushrooms, green vegetables and other raw materials appear and release in the mouth one after another.


    Like soup, this noodle seems light and simple in taste, but only after entering the mouth can you enjoy the delicious feast brought by various subtle taste molecules to the taste buds.


    The body trembled uncontrollably, which was the result of too full a sense of happiness.


    Apart from trembling, they have found no other way to express their happiness.


    "Suck, suck..."


    One mouthful after another, swallowing and chewing. The noodles in the bowl were decreasing at a very fast speed. Looking back, Xia Xiaohu gulped at the picture of Yingchun.


    This side···


    It seems to have something in common with the human saying that real people don''t show their faces.


    "Old and immortal..."


    Xia Xiaohu, who was awakened by the greedy insect, touched it silently, and his face was salivating.


    "Is this noodles delicious?"


    In the spring, they ignored him and were immersed in the delicious world of noodles.


    Without a response, Xia Xiaohu turned to look at Jian Yan, "cub, give me some."


    The short answer is to smile, pick up the basin and show it to him, "sorry, uncle tiger, there''s no noodles and no soup."


    A large basin of noodles, because they ate too much in Yingchun, she added noodles in this seamless connection, which had been eaten to the point in their bowl.