There is a noodle restaurant [Zhongyingmei]

It will open tomorrow, and there will be a lot of preparations to be done in the evening. The noodle shop opens at [-]:[-] in the morning, and before [-]:[-], Xia Mian has to cook a pot of soup for later use.

Lu Qiqi pestered Xia Mian and talked about Fulian 3 for half a night, but finally couldn't hold on anymore, and went to the guest room to sleep by herself.

"Aren't you going to sleep?"

Xia Mian yawned, she was still in good spirits, "I have to cook the soup later, it will open at six o'clock tomorrow. On the first day, I can't say how high the sales volume is, at least we can't go wrong."

"Okay, come on, I'll get up early tomorrow morning to be your waiter!"

The two greeted each other good night at the stairs, Lu Qiqi went up to the second floor, familiar with the way, Xia Mian went to the backyard first, and took a look at the big spider.

There was no light in the backyard, only the moonlight in the night sky, and the big spider made a big web by itself under the eaves. When Xia Mian looked up, he saw a huge black shadow hanging over his head.

OK, very good.

Xia Mian returned to the back kitchen, put on her apron, rolled up her sleeves, took a kitchen knife and went to the chicken coop to catch an old hen, clucking and clucking non-stop, Xia Mian stayed away from the big spider, trying not to disturb that fragile young man.

After stabbing the neck and bleeding, the old hen's thrashing speed gradually slowed down until there was no movement at all.

A pot of boiling water was boiled in the pot in advance, and a bucket was placed in the basin. Xia Mian found a stool to sit on, and plucked chicken feathers by the sewer in the backyard by herself.

If she was seen by her classmates in California, she might be so disillusioned that she doubted her life.

Xia Mian likes to add spices and various fungi to make soup, so it needs to be rich and varied. Grandpa Xia Mian’s soup focuses on a simple and umami taste, and there is no other flavor except the umami taste of chicken soup.

In the early hours of the morning, the hustle and bustle in the distance fell into the silent night, and the world was completely quiet.

Xia Mian set a time, went back to the house and slept for a while.

The old-fashioned wall clock in the noodle shop lobby is ticking.

The room on the second floor was lit with a faint warm light.

Aestivation can fall asleep quickly in a short period of time. This is a good way to fall asleep quickly that she learned from a psychology teacher. Two or three hours of high-quality sleep can be equivalent to five or six hours of sleep for ordinary people.

However, when there was movement in the room, Xia Mian was still awakened.

After all, anyone who gets a knife on their neck will not feel nothing.

The wall lamp was dimly lit, and the girl who was wearing a lace nightdress on the bed like a delicate little fairy slowly opened her eyes, her eyes were blurred, apparently not waking up.

"Have you met Steve?"

The hoarse and deep male voice was full of doubt and bewilderment.

A big cat accidentally broke into the space of aestivation, and depending on the situation, it was another timeline.

The Winter Soldier who is still wearing the Hydra combat uniform has not yet experienced the frustration of Avengers 3, his face is still very tender, and his eyes are still full of the clear confusion of a cub.

It really is……

Aestivation wakes up in an instant. Isn't it afraid of being abducted by bad guys if a cat comes out and runs around all the time, such as Aestivation, a stuffed animal lover.

"I have seen."

Xia Mian slowly propped up her body, smoothed her hair without any trace, leaned against the head of the bed, and smiled at the Winter Soldier.

"Go straight out the door, your Steve will be there."

Xia Mian exudes a friendly and well-behaved aura. The Winter Soldier hesitantly put down his weapon. He temporarily escaped from the brainwashing state of Hydra. He is not a cold-blooded and ruthless executioner now. Ladies face each other with swords.

"Why am I here?"

The Winter Soldier looked around, his slightly tousled hair brushing his face, his wet eyes bewildered.

"It's okay, it's just an accident, you will leave here when you go out."

After breaking into her house and holding a knife to her neck, I remembered to ask this kind of question, which is a proper victim position.

It’s just unclear whether the Winter Soldier has seen Steve at this time. He went out of this door and returned to his world. Is it a friend or a Hydra trap waiting for him?

The Winter Soldier had already turned the handle of the door and was about to leave, but Xia Mian stopped him.

The World War II veteran turned his head in doubt. Under the light, the metal arm glowed coldly, completely opposite to his soft and fragile eyes at the moment.

"Come on, Li Zi will have it, and Steve will have it too."

Winter Soldier:?

Can't understand.

But the Winter Soldier is in a strange mood, maybe he can understand the extra memory fragments in his mind.

The door opened and closed.

Xia Mian yawned, looked at the time, continued to nest under the quilt, and fell asleep in ten seconds.

At 05:30 in the morning, make all preparations, wipe the wooden menu on the wall, sit at the cash register and wait for six o'clock, six o'clock sharp, when the door opens for business.

Another street has also started a new day of excitement.

The big spider in the backyard also woke up early, obediently staying in a small corner so as not to cause trouble for Xia Mian, but he still couldn't find his way back.

Amnesia, and love to cry.

Xia Mian made him a bowl of insect noodles, and then welcomed the first customer of the noodle restaurant at around [-]:[-] in the morning.

An old man with a moustache dressed in tattered copper and iron looks like a garbage dump for a living. There is no clean place all over his body. He walks bang bang bang bang, with mud marks on his feet. It hit the ground, ruining the floor that Xia Mian just mopped in the morning.

His hair was messy and hadn't been washed for a few days, and it was still stained with dust. He sat on the bench with a helmet in his hand, and put the helmet on the table casually, silent.

aestivation:"……"

Wow... are beggars in tourist attractions so arrogant now?

Xia Mian unconsciously tapped on the table with her fingers, and frowned slightly, "Master, do you need any help?"

Having said that, Xia Mian has already opened the drawer to find some change for him.

The figure was like a sculpture, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time, but it was more like a hoarse voice distorted by suppressed emotions. He lowered his head slightly, groping for the helmet that he couldn't see the original appearance clearly, it was damaged and could not be used.

"I'm hungry."

A short sentence.

Still use English.

Xia Mian was taken aback.

Beggars are well educated these days.

not simple.

"This is a noodle shop, only noodles."

He didn't speak, just nodded, so quiet that he was a little gloomy.

He didn't take off the tattered and shapeless scrap iron on his body, and it was burdened on his body like a burden, with his back slightly hunched and silent.

Xia Mian entered the back kitchen, and there was a bead curtain between the back kitchen and the lobby. In the empty noodle restaurant, there was only the sound of dough beating on the chopping board for a moment.

Xia Mian ordered a bowl of noodles, noodles in clear soup, and added chopped green onion and meat oil for him.

"You are the first guest today, the style is simple, but the tube is full."

A large blue and white porcelain bowl was brought to the table, accompanied by a pair of brown wooden chopsticks.

The rich meat oil and the aroma of the noodles are intertwined, making the boring taste buds eager to move. Tony Stark raised his eyes, and what caught his eyes was the emerald green and white jade-like noodles, steaming.

Tony didn't start. He glanced at the chopsticks, and then at the store manager who had been listening to the voice but not seeing anyone.

An oriental beauty, wearing a smoky blue Hanfu gown with a noodle shop logo embroidered on the cuffs, her long black hair tied up with a hairpin, sitting on a wooden chair, like a painting.

If it wasn't for the wrong timing and mood, Tony thought, he would really like to go out with her.

But now, Tony just wants to say, "Please give me a fork, thank you."