"Practice your craft?"

The patrol captain obviously didn't quite believe what Chen Nian said. What kind of skills were you practicing this night?

As he spoke, he wanted to walk towards the kitchen, and Chen Nian's heart suddenly rose to his throat!

Because these people were obviously here to see Sisi, Chen Nian couldn't let them enter the kitchen, otherwise wouldn't everything be revealed?

But he didn't have any reason to stop them.

But at this moment, among these patrols, a person suddenly spoke.

"Captain, I know this store. It's been open here for a long time. The boss is an old guy. This guy just came here a few years ago. From the beginning, we didn't get along well with each other. Now he's on his own. It's because he practices after closing every day.

I often eat here until late, so I know better.”

"Are you sure?"

"Captain, I'm sure! Why don't you let this kid show you his hands now? Captain, you'll know after you try it."

When Chen Nian heard this, he suddenly smiled and said: "Yes, yes, captain, if you want to try it, this midnight snack is my invitation. My neighbors in the ten miles and eight streets have agreed!"

Then, the patrol leader poked his head and looked inside. He saw buckets, basins, etc. behind the kitchen, and there was water underground. He immediately lost interest.

"Forget it, keep an eye on me. If you find the woman I'm talking about, report it to me immediately. You will benefit from it later."

"Sir, don't you want to have a midnight snack before leaving?"

“I’m busy with official duties and have no time to eat!”

After saying that, he took the people and left.

Chen Nian suddenly felt extremely grateful to the patrolman who spoke for him.

After the other party left, Chen Nian stood here for a while, just to prevent them from retaliate.

But wait and wait.

Chen Nian suddenly heard a rustling sound (four sounds of su) coming from behind the kitchen. He thought it was a rat. He thought to himself that Sisi was really tolerant. Even if there was a rat, he could still hold back from barking.

, aren’t many girls most afraid of mice?

But after getting closer, Chen Nian heard that the sound sounded like sniffing.

Walk in, poke your head around and take a look!

It was Sisi who was squatting under the table and eating noodles mixed with scallion oil!

It's still a big bowl.

But as she ate, she almost felt like she was eating it.

Big bowl and small face.

When she raised her head, Chen Nian saw that the other person's entire mouth was oily.

And there is still a bit of burnt chives hanging from the corner of the mouth!

But before Chen Nian could speak, Sisi suddenly spoke seriously.

"This is the result of your research?"

"Ah? No, I'm not in good condition these days..."

But Sisi took advantage of the gap between Chen Nian's words and took another big bite, which made Chen Nian look hungry.

Then while chewing without caring about the image, he said vaguely: "Remember, what I told you before was almost the same?"

"Remember."

As she spoke, Sisi swallowed again.

He reached out and wiped his mouth, wiping oil on his sleeves, and stared into Chen Nian's eyes: "It's not bad now."

Age: "???"

"Wait a minute, what you said is almost the same...is it just a little bit unpalatable?"

Sisi nodded heavily: "I didn't know what was wrong before, because the scallion noodles you made are really delicious, but every time I eat them, I always feel that the taste is different. You know that feeling.

Fa, I can’t say, but it just feels different.”

"But now I know, what you cook is so delicious."

"When I ate scallion oil noodles when I was a kid, I didn't think about how to knead the noodles. As long as the noodles can be cut, that's fine. As for salt? I don't usually eat enough, so how can I put in the noodles? I also didn't think about whether it rained or not, how much I wanted to put in in winter or summer.

How much? The most important thing is to add some noodles or add some water. You don't even look at the time when cooking the noodles. It all depends on your feel when it's done. Sometimes you even forget it, and the noodles will become very soft. The same goes for scallion oil, sometimes.

Scallion oil is simply bitter, so I added more soy sauce.

But the noodles made this way were my favorite when I was a kid, and I couldn’t even eat a second bowl because I was poor, and because if I had one more bowl at one meal, my family would be hungry the next meal.”

Chen Nian listened to this.

I also had an epiphany.

The missing thing in memory is time. Although saying this may seem a bit literate and pretentious, Chen Nian feels that this is the fact.

Just like when Chen Nian was a kid, he would eat New Year's Eve dinner for a while, watch TV for a while, then run to the yard and set off cannons for a while, then come back to eat chicken wings, eat dumplings, and then go out to set off cannons.

But now, the chicken wings are still delicious, and the chicken legs are still very fragrant. They are even more delicious than those made back then.

The fried chicken you buy has someone's recipe, and the heat, oil temperature, and time are all strictly controlled.

But I will never eat until my mouth is filled with oil, and then I will smash my mouth with food and then be beaten by adults.

"Do you still want to eat?"

While Chen Nian was thinking about it, Sisi had even finished a large bowl of noodles.

"Do you still want to eat?"

"I won't eat anymore. I have to leave." Sisi stood up and said, "But I don't have any money now. I'll give it to you next time we meet."

"When is the next time we meet?"

"When do you want it?"

"Tomorrow." Chen Nian said.

Sisi tilted her head and thought for a while: "Well, you can see me at Paramount tomorrow night at eight o'clock."

"Then what?" Chen Nian asked.

"Then I'm going to run! As far as possible! To a place where no one knows me!"

Then, without waiting for Chen Nian to say anything, he ran out like a fairy in distress, holding up her skirt and running away.

This time when we met, there was no such exquisite dress as before, no so many expensive jewelry, no jewelry, and no pungent smell of perfume.

Five minutes later, I was still immersed in what the other person just said.

"Tomorrow night...eight o'clock...Paragon."

...

After Sisi left, Chen Nian started to clean up the kitchen.

But when he just finished cleaning up, Master He suddenly appeared at the door again.

"Master He, I accidentally forgot today. I came back late and made you worried. Let's go home right now."

Chen Nian hurriedly walked over and grabbed Master He's hand, saying apologetically.

But this time, Master He did not comfort Chen Nian, nor did he say that he would help Chen Nian clean up quickly.

Instead, he was like an aggrieved child, with his mouth pursed and the corners of his eyes sparkling: "I just...I just saw my son, I called him...he ignored me...

.He ignored me..."

"Master He, did you see it outside?"

"Yes, outside." Master He said.

"Do you know his face clearly?"

"Look clearly, he is my son!"

When Chen Nian heard this, his heart suddenly sank, because Master He's eyes were presbyopic and he couldn't see clearly in the dark!

"Master He...then do you know who I am?"
Chapter completed!