Figure Wang Zhongwang

Chapter 136 One Lamp Noodle House

If there is rebirth through time travel in this world, then Xu Yawen in front of me is a proof for Mao writer who is lonely for half his life.

The problem is that his ex-wife should still be alive!
Watching Xu Yawen's gaffes again and again, Writer Mao discovered some mysteries in this world that he couldn't understand.

The same is true for Xu Yawen.

When she saw Writer Mao, it was like seeing a statue in the future.

Is there anyone in this world who can travel to the future?
The problem is that one is right here!

She didn't feel much disgusted with Writer Mao's gaffe, just like she didn't feel disgusted with Yi Zun.

The two were wrapped in a mysterious atmosphere and walked out of the convention center.

The sun is shining outside, so you can see each other more clearly.

Xu Yawen's face is full of sunshine, her skin is fairer, without any blemishes.

Of course, this is the perfect impression in Writer Mao's eyes. The first love in his mind is perfect.

"I'm shy in my pocket, don't you mind if I ask you to eat noodles!"

Writer Mao hasn't received his salary yet, and the money for entertaining guests is still the pitiful capital of the past.

"Um!"

Xu Yawen smiled and nodded.

One, the first time I invited myself to eat was noodles.

Outside the convention and exhibition center, there are many snacks and fast food restaurants.

It's past ten o'clock in the morning. It's not lunch time. There are not many people in the noodle shop, but there are not many.

Because this noodle shop is very famous, it is called "Mianwu Yideng".

A row of lanterns hangs under the eaves of the wooden noodle shop, and the word "one lamp" on the lanterns is more conspicuous.

The "noodles" in Mianya are in traditional Chinese characters, which makes this small shop with Japanese decoration style with only [-] seats give people a feeling of dreaming back to ancient times.

"Yideng? Is it Master Yideng?"

Writer Mao naturally thought of Duan Zhixing, Emperor Duan of Dali Kingdom.

The master Yideng who was trapped by love and finally gave up the throne to become a monk.

His one Yang finger can save people from danger and bring them back to life.

Could it be that this noodle restaurant also got the essence of Yiyangzhi, made a bowl of ordinary noodles to the extreme, and sold it to the point of 230 Hong Kong paper?
Of course, the noodles that can be sold at this price are the signature of Mianwu Yideng's town store, and the supply is limited every day.

A bowl of ramen that costs more than 100 yuan is the main food.

Since the goddess in my heart is perfect, of course I want to order the most expensive one for dinner.

Writer Mao went all out, and these two bowls of noodles almost wiped out all his savings.

The most expensive noodle in this Ito Noodle House is not ramen, it is called lobster tsukemen.

The "shop boy" respectfully put two plates of noodles on the table, and put a small plate beside them.

In a small plate, lies a Boston lobster.

Of course, the big lobster is not too big, about half a catty.

"The key is that there are a few crab claws under the lobster, which is really worth the money and not expensive."

Xu Yawen was attracted by the lobster and said happily.

Writer Mao was attracted by a bowl of dry noodles, a bowl of thick lobster and fish-flavored chicken soup, and a neatly folded rectangular white paper towel on the platter.

On the surface of the white paper towel, there is the words ""Face the House, One Light".

On top of the paper towel lay a red and black wooden spoon.

The chopsticks of the same color are also placed horizontally on the tray closest to you.

He thinks this placement is very particular, and there seems to be a kind of "Zen" flowing.

Instantly calms the mind.

"Just relying on this ingenious tableware arrangement, the price is ten times the most expensive, and it is not expensive."

Writer Mao sighed.

"In this way, Writer Mao must be a writer at the level of a god, with a rich net worth, and I won't feel any psychological burden on eating it."

Xu Yawen said with a mischievous smile.

"I'm ashamed to say that I'm just a street writer who was appreciated by a vice president, so I got mixed up in Weimei Company.

I was lucky enough to treat Ms. Xu to a bowl of dipping noodles. "

Writer Mao did not dare to call himself a great god, and treated each other frankly.

"Then how did you meet Yizun?"

Xu Yawen asked.

She was very curious, how did the two people who were similar in appearance but very different in age get along with each other, didn't they feel strange in their hearts?

"Acquaintance is a kind of fate, just like...you and I met."

The Mao family used the word "fate" cautiously, for fear of causing Xu Yawen's misunderstanding.

He knew that the other party must have regarded him as a "disciple".

Sure enough, Xu Yawen heard what the "wretched" uncle said about fate, so she had to amplify her tricks:

"I am Izun's girlfriend. He has liked me since he was in junior high school."

The meaning of Xu Yawen's words is that she has no fate with you, a wretched uncle.

"I know."

Writer Mao smiled slightly and said:

"I also liked a girl when I was in the second grade of junior high school.

Her name is Xu Yawen. "

Writer Mao looked at Xu Yawen and said softly.

"you!"

Xu Yawen's face blushed immediately, as bright as the red cheongsam she was wearing.

This wretched uncle is too bad!
I've already told you about the relationship with Yizun, but I didn't expect you to say "flirting" with me!
Xu Yawen turned around and ignored this wretched uncle.

She had thought of leaving immediately.

For some reason, she felt an uncontrollable sense of joy in her heart when she heard this wretched old man who looked so much like him say he liked her.

"I'm sorry, Miss Xu. I made a mistake in expressing myself. What I was talking about was the female deskmate I liked back then. Her name was also Xu Yawen."

When Writer Mao saw that Xu Yawen was angry, he quickly explained at a loss.

The tone was hurried and unclear, exactly the same as Yi Zun's performance back then.

Xu Yawen turned around, looked at Writer Mao who was sweating a little on his forehead, and said:

"Take off your glasses and talk, and I will believe that what you are saying is not true."

Writer Mao quickly took off his glasses with a good attitude.

He was afraid that Xu Yawen would get angry and run away, wasting two bowls of sky-high noodles.

The uncle's entire face and facial features are very similar to the one.

The eyes are also big and bright.

But a little puffy, with eye circles.

There are wrinkles around the eyes.

There are not many wrinkles on the face, but the muscles are loose and the complexion is yellow and dull.

The handsomeness of Yi Zun is missing, and the maturity and vicissitudes of a middle-aged man are added.

"Is there such a coincidence in the world? Don't think you are a writer, just use the story to lie to me."

Xu Yawen looked at the face of this middle-aged uncle, who actually didn't look wretched at all, so she said with a smile.

"Uncle can make up stories, but he can't tell lies, especially to you. Come on, let's eat!"

Seeing Xu Yawen's smiling face, Writer Mao couldn't help but feel relieved, and quickly asked Xu Yawen to move his chopsticks.

Tsukemen, noodle soup separated.

Put a chopstick in the dry noodles in the chicken soup and mix well the soup, and the taste will come out.

The noodles are particularly chewy, and it feels warm and firm when swallowed.

Writer Mao didn't know whether it was because of his impatience or his previous poor living habits. He poured the whole wrist of noodles into the soup, which seemed to make him eat faster.

Xu Yawen looked at it with a smile and said:
"In fact, eating dry noodles also has a special taste."

She held a few sticks of dry noodles in her mouth and chewed them slowly, seeming to enjoy them.

Writer Mao couldn't help feeling a little regretful, why didn't he taste the dry noodles first?
(End of this chapter)