The one placed in front of Lu Xichun was a bowl of pickled cabbage yellow croaker noodles, which was different from the yellow croaker noodles that Feng Yifan made when he was a child.

This bowl of pickled yellow croaker noodles is made by removing the bones of the small yellow croaker and sizing the fish slices.

Then use fish bones to make the base soup, then add sauerkraut and cook it. Finally, add the slurry and then blanch the fish slices.

During the entire production process, there will be a little bit similar to sauerkraut fish.

The base soup and fish fillets were all ready, and Feng Yifan cooked a bowl of hand-rolled noodles that he had temporarily rolled.

It can be said that the soup base and toppings alone have already overflowed with a strong fresh fragrance.

Even if the hand-rolled noodles are too busy and there is no way to use stewed chicken soup and noodles, it will still not affect the flavor of this bowl of noodles.

Looking at the bowl of fragrant sauerkraut yellow croaker noodles in front of me.

Lu Xichun first glanced at Feng Yifan, then he said nothing, lowered his head and started to eat.

First, take a sip of fragrant fish soup.

The flavors of sauerkraut and yellow croaker are perfectly combined in the soup.

The fish soup was delicious, with sauerkraut and very good seasoning, the base soup was really great.

After tasting the soup, Lu Xichun no longer cared about the noodles and began to eat it in big mouthfuls with chopsticks. After eating it, he even picked up the bowl and swallowed it with the soup and noodles. It was really a voracious meal.

Soon, a bowl of noodles was eaten by the old man.

Then the old man stood up and asked, "How much does this bowl of noodles cost?"

Feng Yifan said instead: "You look at it."

Lu Xichun didn't say much, took out his wallet, took out two hundred yuan from the wallet and put it on the table, and then asked Lu Xiyan and Quan Chengping to leave.

Seeing this, Feng Jiandong went out to give it away.

After seeing off the three old men, Feng Jiandong returned to the restaurant.

Seeing that my son Momo had cleaned the table and washed all the dishes and chopsticks, he put them in the disinfection cabinet in the kitchen.

Feng Jiandong couldn't help but say, "No matter what, he is your grandfather after all."

Feng Yifan responded calmly: "Yes, he is my grandfather, so I made that bowl of noodles for him."

Feng Jiandong sighed: "Oh, sauerkraut yellow croaker noodles, your grandma's best bowl of noodles, uses almost the same ingredients as your grandma's yellow croaker noodles, but it is completely different.

Speaking of which, such a bowl of noodles is also the key to your mother and I being together."

Feng Yifan immediately felt energetic when he heard his father's second half of his words.

Walking out of the kitchen, pulling my father out, and asking, "Dad, tell me, why did you and my mother get along because of a bowl of yellow croaker noodles?"

Feng Jiandong left the restaurant with his son, and spoke sweetly.

It turns out that Feng Yifan’s parents’ relationship was really related to a bowl of yellow croaker noodles.

Because Feng Yifan's grandmother and grandmother are both good at yellow croaker noodles.

But there are two different ways to do it.

The method of making the yellow croaker noodles in Feng Yifan is similar to braised small yellow croaker, and then cover the whole braised small yellow croaker on the cooked soup noodles.

Grandma’s method is to remove the small yellow croaker and use the bones to cook a pot of fish soup.

Then, after stir-frying the sauerkraut, pour in the filtered fish soup, then add the sliced ​​yellow croaker slices, and finally, pair it with hand-rolled noodles.

Both methods taste very good.

However, Feng Yifan's parents didn't know another way before they met.

The two met in a noodle restaurant and ordered a bowl of yellow croaker noodles.

Then the two of them were not satisfied with the yellow croaker noodles in the noodle restaurant.

What's even more interesting is that when the parents gathered together to discuss, they found that the other party was doing differently from their own, so the two had an argument.

"What happened later?" Feng Yifan heard it very interesting and quickly asked his father.

But before Feng Jiandong could reply, suddenly another voice came from the front and answered.

"Later, your dad and I bet to see who made the yellow croaker noodles delicious, and then we both went back to prepare and wanted to compete."

Feng Yifan and his father looked up when they heard the voice and saw their mother standing at the entrance of the community not far away in front of them.

Feng Jiandong smiled and stepped forward, reached out and took his wife's hand.

When Feng Jiandong reached out and wanted to hold his hand, Lu Cuiling proudly threw away his wife's hand.

"You start, do you think today's incident has passed?"

Feng Jiandong had to reach out to grab his wife's hand again and said humbly: "Don't be angry. I know you don't want to see Grandpa Yifan, but he is an elder after all. After all, he comes here alone. We can't really think that he doesn't know each other, right?"

Lu Cuiling said: "Did you forget what he did to us? Did he help us when we were in the most difficult times?

And when Grandma Yifan passed away, how did he treat us?"

Feng Jiandong had already held his wife's hand, and took her into his arms, and began to continue patiently persuading: "So many years have passed, and now his Alzheimer's disease is getting worse and worse. Some things may be lost in his memory soon."

Lu Cuiling was still not polite: "It doesn't mean that those things have not happened."

Feng Yifan seemed to be unable to agree when he saw his parents, and seemed to be a little excited. His father reached out and quietly gestured to him to help.

He leaned forward and said, "My mom and dad, can you finish the story of that bowl of yellow croaker noodles first? Who won the yellow croaker noodles you two made later?"

When Lu Cuiling heard this, she immediately said, "Of course, I won by your mother, and your father didn't do it at all."

Feng Jiandong said helplessly: "I just remembered after I made a bet with your mother when I went back that I lived in the staff dormitory at that time and there was no place to make yellow croaker noodles."

When Feng Yifan heard his parents talk about their relationship, he really felt that although their parents’ love story was very ordinary, it was still full of laughter. When he watched his parents talk about that, he could see their love for each other in his eyes.

Back then, the two bet to make a bowl of their own yellow croaker noodles.

As a result, my mother did it, but my father didn't.

However, the father tasted the yellow croaker noodles made by his mother, and then said something Feng Yifan never thought his father would say.

The mother said proudly: "Your father said back then that he had only eaten two bowls of the best yellow croaker noodles in his life. One bowl was made by his mother, and the other bowl was made by me."

Hearing his mother's words, Feng Yifan looked at his father incredibly.

The latter was a little embarrassed to be seen like this by his son at the beginning.

But because his wife is by his side, he doesn't admit that he said this.

After a little twist, my father confessed: "Well, it was indeed what I said, and I still feel that the two best bowls of yellow croaker noodles I have ever eaten in my life were made by your grandmother and your mother. They are the only two most important women in my life."

Feng Yifan couldn't help but smile and clapped his hands.

"It's so good. I really didn't expect that my dad would actually post such sweet love propaganda to my mom, and in front of my son."

Lu Cuiling saw her son's appearance and said, "What? You young people are only allowed to say it? Are we elderly people not allowed to say it?"

Feng Yifan smiled: "Yes."

Feng Jiandong held his wife's hand and said as he walked: "That's right, your mother and I are the real sunset. We must work together to move towards our happiness."

As a result, after taking two steps, Lu Cuiling suddenly shook her hand and said, "No, you have to make it clear to me and swear to stop caring about the Lu family's affairs and not receive them again."

Feng Jiandong was a little helpless when he saw his wife.

"Let's do this, I won't force you to see you again in the future, but if they come, I'll still have to come forward to receive them, after all, they are elders."

Lu Cuiling was firm in her attitude: "No, you are not allowed to go, and you are not allowed to go even if you have a son."

Feng Yifan stood beside him and saw his parents' appearance. He felt a sense of trance, as if he had seen a young couple quarreling.

At this moment, Feng Jiandong and Lu Cuiling seemed to have returned to the time more than 30 years ago.

The two are like young couples in their youth.

Due to some family conflicts, there were some quarrels on the street.

After applying the scene like this, Feng Yifan found that every word his mother said was a little bit like a girlfriend acting cute with her boyfriend.

Looking at my father, he was helpless when facing his girlfriend's unreasonable act like a spoiled and acted like a girl.

Feng Yifan looked at this and thought about it, and he really thought it was really interesting.

The two of them quarreled while walking.

In the end, an agreement was reached.

In short, my mother was unwilling to see Grandpa Feng Yifan.

Then the mother also allowed the father to meet and receive, but was not allowed to take him to his son's restaurant again.

After reaching an agreement, Feng Yifan stepped forward and said, "Okay, parents, we can go back to sleep, right? I'm almost sleepy, I'm really tired today."

Seeing his son's appearance, Lu Cuiling turned her head and said to her husband: "Look, it's all your fault. If you hadn't been to bring someone, your son should be with his granddaughter and daughter-in-law upstairs now. It's you, you're looking for trouble."

Feng Jiandong said helplessly: "Okay, then let's go upstairs to sleep, and go upstairs and whisper to the door, don't wake up your granddaughter."

Lu Cuiling said: "I know, just be careful."

Feng Yifan went upstairs with his parents.
To be continued...