Fangjia noodle shop

Fang Mu has been so busy these past few days, it's not because the business in the store has suddenly increased, but because he spends his spare time thinking about this "Wangyou Noodle", which is called "Wangyou Noodles", how can he relieve his worries?The ancients said: Dukang is the only one who relieves worries!Fang Mu first thought of using wine. Since it is used in noodles, the alcohol content should not be too high, but there must be a mellow grain flavor in the wine, which can also enhance the aroma of noodles.

I went out to buy a few jars of wine, because I don't like to drink alcohol on weekdays, so this wine is also warmly recommended by the boss according to Fang Mu's request.

First, I just added wine to the noodle soup. Although it was only a small amount, the aroma of the wine immediately overflowed, and what the shop owner said was true.After the noodle is ready, it tastes refreshing and clean, with a slight taste of wine, which is not bad, but the soup has a little spicy taste of wine.Changing several wines didn't work, some even had a bitter taste, and some were slightly spicy.Fang Mu shook his head, this is wrong, people who don't drink can't eat this noodle.

What if the wine is blended into the noodles?Fang Mu tried mixing noodles with wine, but if only wine was used to mix noodles, the taste of wine was too strong, adding some water, the taste was still strong.The cooked noodles taste soft and refreshing, but the smell of wine is not small. Although a richer soup is used, it still cannot cover up the overflowing aroma of wine.

What ingredients or seasonings can be used to cover up the taste of wine in the soup or noodles?And this slightly spicy taste...if it is covered up...no!Even if the taste of the wine is covered up, even if it tastes neither spicy nor bitter, so that people can't taste the wine in it, it can't make people who don't know how to drink not drunk.For people who don't drink alcohol or don't drink at all... this is not OK!Then, adding alcohol is wrong.If you think about it this way, you really shouldn't add wine. People who come here to eat noodles want to eat and drink enough. Although they drink enough, they drink noodle soup.He didn't intend to drink at all, so why should he reserve some possible trouble for himself here.

Alas, "Wangyoumen", what do you look like?

Although the noodle has not been researched, it does not affect Fang Mu's business, and the store is still booming.The remaining wine could not be returned or sold, and Fang Mu didn't drink it, so he gave all of it to Zhan Bolin, so that he could have a drink or have a good drink during non-working hours.

Fang Mu's drinking capacity is really bad, but the few bowls of noodles mixed with wine in the past two days made him have a headache for several days and his expression was sluggish. Zhan Bolin almost supported the shop with one hand.

Fang Mu waited for a few days before getting better, and just started preparing to make this "Wangyou Noodle" again.

After being busy during the day, he practiced this set of boxing techniques several times in the evening, and spent the rest of the time reading. Fang Mu checked the books left by his parents, most of which were health care books, and it was said that they were left by his grandfather.After looking through it for a few days, I couldn't find anything related to making noodles. Fang Mu could only comfort himself that it would be good to know some common sense of health preservation.

Fang Mu couldn’t help feeling a little discouraged after researching this period of time, but he still didn’t make any progress. He wandered into the yard and saw Zhan Bolin who was standing there motionless. He has turned around.

Fang Mu smiled at him as a greeting, but the smile was a bit forced.

Zhan Bolin frowned, ignored him, and turned back to the room.

The corner of the mouth was about to hang down, Fang Mu lifted it up vigorously, and the twisted smile widened again, but seeing the other party returning to the room without giving him a single corner of the eye, he felt inexplicably aggrieved, unable to figure it out, even no one to talk to...

His aggrieved and sad emotions hadn't fermented yet, but he found that Zhan Bolin had returned with two jars of wine in his hand.

Zhan Bolin handed him a jar of wine, "Don't laugh if you smile ugly, drink." After speaking, without looking at him, he sat aside, opened the seal, and drank heavily.

Fang Mu looked at the wine in his hand, his heart warmed up, and then his brain twitched. His drinking capacity... If he drank all of this jar, his head would not be much better tomorrow.But seeing Zhan Bolin's bold appearance when drinking, and his care without words, his heart is as leisurely as a fine wine in his hand, and the fragrance is mellow, this feeling has already made him slightly drunk.

Fang Mu drank up his jar of wine in a short time after seeing him, never seen him like this before, "Zhan Bolin, do you have something on your mind?"

Zhan Bolin leaned over to look at him, his eyes were empty and erratic, he seemed to be looking at him, but he didn't seem to be looking at him, he muttered to himself, he seemed to be asking in a low voice, but he seemed to be repeating, "What's on your mind?"

Fang Mu had never seen him like this before, his whole body seemed empty, not cold, but ashes.Feeling sad for a moment, he knelt down on one knee, held his shoulder with his right hand, stared at him and said, "Zhan Bolin, I'm here."

Zhan Bolin's pupils contracted for a moment, then he closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the sorrow of annihilation just now was gone, but his expression was still silent. Looking at Fang Mu who was half kneeling beside him, he stretched out his hand and said, " liquor."

"Ah? Ah." Fang Mu also gave him the altar of wine, intending not to ask any more questions, but to sit quietly beside him.

Zhan Bolin took the wine and drank a few gulps, then squinted slightly and looked at the blue sky in the distance, "Today is my mother's death day."

"Ah?!" Fang Mu was surprised, and was about to say whether he wanted to buy paper money and other things to pay homage to, but was interrupted by Zhan Bolin's wave.

"My mother is a maidservant born in the family, with a humble status and a rough appearance. I was pregnant only because the old man drank too much alcohol and lost his mind due to anger. He didn't know my existence at the beginning, but I was already three years old when he knew it. At first, everyone thought I was the child my mother stole from a man, and my mother was always beaten, scolded and bullied, but my mother didn’t say anything.” Zhan Bolin paused for a moment, raised his head and drank a big sip of wine, “I Although I was recognized as my ancestor, I was still just a bastard, and my mother was not even considered a concubine. Today, when I was eight years old, my mother... drowned in the lotus pond."

Fang Mu looked at Zhan Bolin who seemed to be telling other people's stories, and felt like a hammer was hammering his heart, and he felt pain. He wanted to comfort him, but he didn't know where to start.

"I know there is a conspiracy in my mother's death." Zhan Bolin said quietly, his words seemed to be sighing.

Fang Mu was startled, and looked at Zhan Bolin who was still calm, although he didn't see any joy or anger, but Fang Mu seemed to see his grief, anger, resentment, helplessness...

"My mother can swim, so how could she drown for no reason?" Zhan Bolin pulled the corner of his mouth, trying to express a sarcastic smile, but failed.

Fang Mu hugged him uncontrollably, tears streaming down his eyes.

Zhan Bolin was indifferent, and continued: "I just pretended not to know. In order to make people unable to detect my emotions, I became even more expressionless and did not show a trace. I searched secretly for more than a year, and finally found out that I pushed my mother into the water. The person in charge was instigated by the master’s third wife. I didn’t dare to act rashly, so I could only plan slowly. When I was 14 years old, I had the opportunity, so I left that house. When I was 17 years old, I avenged my mother. The plan that was thought to be seamless was still found by someone, but at that time I had no fear, the place where I was, the master did not have the ability to intervene. Even until now, I have never returned to that place."

Fang Mu hugged him and wept bitterly, and patted his shoulder from time to time, "It's okay...it's okay, it's all over, your mother sees that you are not bullied now, and you are living a dignified life, you will definitely...will be very happy .”

Zhan Bolin looked at him strangely, "Why are you crying?"

After saying this, Fang Mu wailed even more, and was still sobbing, "It's...it's okay...it's all...it's over...it's over..."

Zhan Bolin saw him wailing, with a sad look on his face, and there was an inexplicable warmth in his heart.The arm hugged him back before the brain's instructions, and patted him lightly, but he could hear him crying even more terribly.

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Since that day, Fang Mu looked at Zhan Bolin with a touch of love and pity that he didn't realize.At the beginning, when he found out that his heart was pounding, he didn't think much of it. Maybe it was just a secret love that would end without a problem.What made him feel uneasy was that he found that he could not control this love, it was increasing, expanding, from a dispensable idea to occupying the mainstream of his thoughts.He began to panic, uneasy, but happy.

Even in places where he can't be seen, his face, expressions, and movements that are sealed in his mind are so clear, they always come out inadvertently and flash, making him flustered and confused.

Once the vague secret love appeared, he began to panic when he was alone. He wanted to be alone with him, but he was afraid of embarrassment; he wanted to chat with him more, but he was afraid that the topic would bore him; How to start...

He no longer just regards Zhan Bolin as a beautiful passer-by in his life, he wants to keep him, he wants to possess him!Once this desire arises, it is like green grass that breaks through the ground in February, and it can no longer be suppressed.

Thinking and thinking, he can no longer spend every day peacefully.

His eyes circled around him, and when he couldn't see him, he began to miss him crazily, even if it was only for that moment.

He hovered between his confession and his secret love, whether to announce it, or whether to let the other party know.Then he began to be happy and sweet again, if he agreed, wouldn't he be mad with joy, the days to come would seem to be surrounded by warm orange light, and his heart would seem to be wandering in a honeypot... If he disagreed, his expression would be bleak, just Thinking of this, my heart throbbed more than once, and I am afraid that I will not even have friends...

The originally leisurely life became busy, and the free time was spent on missing and thinking, and all that appeared in my mind was a figure—Zhan Bolin.

Once this feeling was noticed by him, it began to grow wildly day and night, and it was hard to restrain it.