The famous detective in the comic world

Chapter 141 Brown Sugar Ginger Water and Tomato Egg Noodles

"Okay. But what kind of complex taste can a brown sugar ginger water have." Shirley smiled slightly at the corner of her mouth.

"You see, this is because you don't understand well. What is just brown sugar ginger water? This is the cultural accumulation of our ancestors for thousands of years." He Nan picked up a bottle seriously: "How about I add some soy sauce for you? You'll get what I mean right away. If you don't like the taste, there is still old mature vinegar, which is definitely made in China."

"If you dare to add it, I will dare you to drink it all for me." Shirley looked at him jokingly: "But yes, if you were to lead the development of Chinese food, you would end up making something like this."

"Okay, okay, no kidding—but adding white sugar to brown sugar water will indeed make the taste more complicated." He Nan scooped up a spoonful of white sugar and said, "Although they are relatives, they give people a completely different feeling."

Shortly thereafter, tomato egg noodles and brown sugar ginger water were ready in tandem.

Shirley tasted the taste of the gum candy ginger water first, and exhaled lightly.

"How is it?" He Nan asked confidently.

"It tastes like ginger in brown sugar water."

"Er...that's for sure. What about the taste?"

"It's different from the one made with ready-made minced ginger and brown sugar..." Shirley scooped up another spoonful, blew gently with her small mouth, and drank it slowly while brushing her hair: "...But it's really good drink."

"Haha, that's it." He Nan smiled gratifiedly: "How about it, is it better than using minced ginger bought outside?"

"Actually, I think it's better to make it with minced ginger from the supermarket..."

"Uh..." Ho Nan suddenly felt frustrated.

"...But I like what you do better." Shirley took a big breath before saying the second half of the sentence.

This made He Nan's heart suddenly cheered up, as if full of power.

Shirley smiled and closed her eyes, and took another sip.

Then, he slowly opened his eyes and said with a smirk: "After all, it's more interesting to toss you to cook."

"...Ah, is it?" He Nan smiled wryly.

"Yeah." Xue Li gently put down her teacup, looked at the egg noodles with tomato in front of her, "It's so strange, it's not mushy after making it."

"No, it won't be mushy normally!" He Nan picked up the chopsticks, feeling deeply wronged: "I didn't miss it for you, did I? I haven't been mushy a few times! How can I catch this time and not let it go. "

"Hehehe..." Shirley stirred the bowl with chopsticks, picked up the noodles and took a bite: "Mmm..."

"...I guess you have to say it's normal."

"Because it's really quite ordinary." Xue Li said while eating the noodles, "But it's the same as how you make it... Although it was quite amazing when you first ate it."

"Ah... that time." He Nan nodded understandingly, looked at the noodle soup, and recalled.

It was not long after Shirley had just returned to the United States and reunited with him.

She was in a bad mood all day because of the murder of her adoptive parents.

It was raining heavily that day, Shirley was on her period, and she caught a cold outside, so she was very uncomfortable after returning to the dormitory.

So, He Nan made tomato egg noodles and brown sugar ginger water for her, and the two of them ate them silently in the sound of rain.

They only had a brief conversation about the food.

"Is it tasty?"

"……good."

"Well. If it's not unpalatable, it's an improvement."

"……thanks."

"Thank you for nothing. Come, eat more."

"...I managed to finish this bowl, and you filled it up for me again."

Now it's the same food.

Basically a perfect replica.

Except that I used minced ginger back then, and I forgot to put eggs in the tomato egg noodles.

When He Nan thought of this, he felt a deep sense of failure.

Shirley didn't ask him why there were no eggs in the tomato and egg noodles.

I don't know if it's because people who are sad can't perceive these things, or...she doesn't know what form the eggs in the tomato and egg noodles are in.

Maybe I thought this was the authentic way, so I didn't ask.

It's as if no one will find out where the fish with fish-flavored pork shreds is.

"Hey, I feel really tired after waking up from the vigil..." He Nanbian said with emotion while eating: "The biggest threat posed by the slime monster is probably not death, but exhaustion..."

"...Well. Even if it's me, it's a bit unbearable to sleep like this." Shirley said quietly: "But we still have to hold on for a few more days. If nothing happens in a few days, we can pretend that nothing happened. lived."

"Pretend...? It makes sense." He Nan smiled wryly, "After all, threats never disappear..."

Neither of them talked about Shirley leaning against him yesterday.

I always feel that if we talk about it, something will be missing.

That's a layer of window paper.

After the puncture, maybe there is only embarrassment.

...It's like the truth of some cases.

"Shirley, I went to see Rick's house yesterday."

"Oh." Shirley was biting a tomato, and the red juice was left on her lips. She stuck out her tongue and licked it: "Is there anything special?"

"No." He Nan looked away from Shirley's seductive lips, and coughed: "I just think the house is good. The double-storey detached house with front and back yards...you like it."

"But you prefer the kind of high-rise houses with floor-to-ceiling windows?"

"...I think it's all good. But it seems a bit extravagant to think about it all." He Nan said with emotion: "I feel like I can only work towards one goal in this life. This room in New York... is really too high. Not to mention the location Good ones."

"Hmm." Shirley smiled, "Why don't we each work towards the same goal? When the time comes, you buy yours and I buy mine...why do you make it sound like you can only buy one set?"

"Uh...that makes sense." He Nan said shyly, "But it seems better that we don't live together all the time when we visit each other... The main reason is that we get used to it, right?"

"Hehehe..." Shirley glanced at him with a smile: "It's only been two years and I can't get used to it? Then it's okay to live for a few more years."

"That's something for later."

"Then what if I don't want to share the rent with you?"

"You do not want it?"

"Well, it's hard to say in the future." Shirley drank the gum candy ginger water and narrowed her eyes: "I think we should investigate the case earlier. Let's call the wanderer now. He has to prepare too?"

"That makes sense." He Nan nodded, picked up his phone, and called the wanderer.

"Hello?" The Wanderer seemed to be playing a TV series: "He Nan? Have you written your reply yet?"

"Well, it's finished. I'm at home and I'll send you the coordinates. When will you come and pick it up?"

"Wait a minute, my girlfriend just came, so I can leave later." The wanderer responded, "I'll introduce you sometime when I have a chance."

(End of this chapter)