I was reborn and returned to the age of three and a half. Did my mother also have a heart transplant

Alai was stunned for a moment.

"Do the leaders mind?"

She was originally worried that the big shots would mind being exposed, so she wanted to take the initiative to blur the picture.

"Of course we don't mind. Why are we sitting here? Aren't we here to celebrate our baby's tenth birthday? She is our little birthday girl. She is willing to take a photo with us. We are all so happy. Why should we mind?"

"Then I understand. Once I develop them, I will give the photos to each of you."

"Do you have them all?"

Huang Guoquan and the others hurriedly asked, fearing that the angle from which Alai took the photo just now could only capture a limited number of people. What if they were not photographed?

"Well, how about I find a better angle and take a group photo for everyone?"

Alai asked tentatively and immediately got a response from everyone.

Almost immediately they all put down their chopsticks and were about to stand up.

Alai quickly stopped them, "No, no, no need to stand up, just keep eating. This set of photos I took is about the atmosphere of everyone eating longevity noodles together, so don't stand up intentionally. Please trust my skills and I will definitely include everyone in the photo and it will look good."

"well!"

Since they didn't have to get up, everyone naturally sat back down. There was no need for them to deliberately make expressions, and everyone felt much more at ease.

The noodles are scooped into the bowl. I take a sip of the soup first. It has a strong onion aroma, is fresh and smooth, and tastes great.

Although the chefs who prepare banquets in the countryside are not of high rank, their dishes are the most authentic taste of the countryside, imbued with the most distinctive and down-to-earth flavors of a place.

I had been thinking that I should pay a little attention to my table manners when eating noodles, but when I drank the first mouthful of noodle soup, it was already late for dinner and my stomach was already growling, so this mouthful of noodle soup was like turning on the switch in my stomach.

All of a sudden, my whole stomach was yelling, "I'm hungry! Eat quickly!"

So, everyone picked up their chopsticks, picked up the noodles and put them into their mouths. The noodles from Sujiang were thin noodles, round noodles. People in Shannan also eat thin noodles, but those noodles are mostly flat and contain less alkali, so the noodles are easy to cook.

The thin round noodles in Sujiang are made with a certain proportion of alkaline water, which prevents them from becoming mushy. Therefore, the noodles bloom like flowers in the bowl and will not clump together even after being left for a while.

In addition, the soul of Su Jiang's noodles is the noodle soup, which is often made with broth. The clear water-like noodle soup contains the essence of countless delicious ingredients.

Now, if everyone sniffs and keeps silent, it speaks volumes about the situation.

Zizi picked up a piece of noodles with chopsticks, took a bite, squinted his eyes and praised it for being delicious. Then everyone became polite.

The birthday boy has already taken the first bite and used the first chopsticks, so the guests don't need to be restrained.

He was in a hurry and finished a bowl of noodles in no time.

Prepare to scoop out the second bowl of noodles from the large stainless steel basin.

Coincidentally, the table full of young people was moving even faster than theirs.

Zhuzi and his friends, who had eaten with Pei Zaizai and Aunt Mo Yan more than once, had already gotten used to eating with big mouthfuls and finishing their meals quickly.

The bowls used for noodles now are normal bowls, a little smaller than the bowls they usually use for meals. How many chopsticks of noodles can be scooped in them? Isn't it just the amount for them to take two bites at most?

Look, almost everyone finished the noodles in their bowl in just a few bites. The only one who was a little slow and polite was probably Rong Huan.

So compared to Hu, Zhu, Li and Zhou, the people at this table are all older. They had just finished one bowl of rice, while the people over there had already finished two and a half bowls per person. The quick ones were already starting to get their third bowl.

Alai took the shot when everyone was getting more and more absorbed in eating and gradually forgot that she was waiting to be photographed.

When the shutter click sound was heard, everyone reacted and looked towards the camera, and there was another round of clicks.

Then, without waiting for them to say anything, Ale put away the camera, looking like he had accomplished a great task.

"Hey, comrade, is this ready? Are you sure we don't need to prepare it again?"

"Don't worry, trust me! You will be satisfied with the photos."

"Uh, okay."

Ale said they would definitely be satisfied, so it was not easy for them to question his level.

I thought that since I had already taken the photos, if they didn’t look good when developed, I could just hide them secretly and not show them off.

So he didn't say anything else.

Mo Yan called out to Alai, "Alai, stop working so hard. You've been taking pictures for most of the day. Hurry up and find a place to sit down and eat. You'll be busy this afternoon and evening!"

"Okay, sister, I want to ask, can I pick out one or two of the photos I took in the garden and publish them in the magazine?"

"Sure! You can decide on your own photos. We have no objection."

Mo Yan thought about the photos she had taken before, weren’t they the photos she had taken with the animals in the garden?

There's no problem with that. The Wild Boar King and his men won't go to the human world to buy books, magazines, or newsletters. Just publish them!

Thinking of Pei Mingzhi and Weng Chenggu's concerns and instructions, Mo Yan added, "Forget about what we just took here, after all-"

"It's okay, it's fine, you can post it if you want."

As a result, Secretary Hu interrupted Mo Yan before she finished her words. "I've already said it before, don't be too restrained. If Comrade Alai wants to publish, let her publish. Aren't we old comrades too embarrassed to be seen by others?"

Mo Yan: ...

She should let the village chief come and take a look. He and Old Man Weng also told her not to let Hu, Zhu, Li and Zhou appear in public, for fear of attracting bad attention. Look, these people are all eager to be on the magazine!

"Ahem, leaders, I haven't developed them yet. I'll wait until I develop them and see how they are. I'll consider sending them to the magazine only if they're suitable. If they're not suitable, I'll keep them as treasures. Of course, after they're developed, I'll leave a sample for each of you."

"That's good. Oh, by the way, Comrade Alai, we need to develop all the photos we took earlier that included us and our son, not just the ones you just took."

Hu, Zhu, Li and Zhou were afraid that Alai would just wash the photos taken later and discard the photos taken earlier, so they hurriedly reminded him.

Being repeatedly reminded by a big shot like Secretary Hu not to miss the photo, Alai felt a bit pressured.

He nodded to them immediately, "Don't worry, I've got it in mind. As long as there are photos of you and your sister, I'll print them out according to the number of people in the photo, and I'll make sure that none of you are missed!"

"Hey, that's right, Comrade Alai, hurry up and eat, you've worked hard taking pictures!"

After getting the answers they wanted to hear, the four old men smiled as if they had obtained magic fruits.

This down-to-earth appearance made Alai feel less distant from them.

Later, there was a photograph of this private banquet and the scene of eating noodles in the castle hall that became famous decades later.

The name of the photo is "Pei Zaizai Longevity Noodles".

It was also painted into a huge oil painting by a famous Chinese oil painting master. Later generations commented that the vividness and restoration of this painting, as well as the superb technique, are almost comparable to the famous Western painting "The Last Supper".