The old man put the noodles into the big pot and stirred them. Steam kept coming out, so the old man had to turn sideways and stir the pot with the long chopsticks in his hand.

The noodles were cooked quickly. The old man divided them into two bowls, then put the green vegetables into the big pot. After boiling them for a while, take them out and set them aside. He then heated the pot again and heated the oil. When the oil temperature was just right, the old man added hot oil to the pot.

Gently pour the chili pepper and minced garlic on top of the noodles, and instantly, the heat will rise and the aroma will spread for miles.

Then put the soup made from green vegetables and various seasonings into a bowl, and a bowl of authentic oil noodles is ready. Wang Yi watched the old man finish cooking the noodles quietly, while Liu Ruyue could not bear it for a long time.

The greedy thing in my stomach shouted to the old man to hurry up.

The old man brought over two bowls of oil-splashed noodles and said with a smile: "You two have been waiting for a long time. Eat while it's hot."

Then he brought out two bowls of clear soup and put them on the table, "Sir, I ate too much fried noodles and I'm still not feeling well. Drink some soup and you'll feel better."

Wang Yi swallowed, took the chopsticks, splashed the oil on the noodles, and mixed them, "Boss, thank you very much."

The old man smiled and said, "Your words are harsh, please eat slowly."

Wang Yi turned his head and looked around. It turned out that it was Liu Ruyue who had no ladylike demeanor. She buried her face completely in the bowl of fried noodles and started eating. She raised her head from time to time and said to the old man: "Boss

, good craftsmanship, really delicious.”

The old man smiled and kept wiping his hands on his apron, "Thank you sir, it's good if you like to eat. I don't have any other skills, but I can eat noodles by splashing oil on them with my hands. Everyone around here knows this.

.”

Liu Ruyue ate noodles in her mouth and ignored the old man's words. Wang Yi praised the old man for fighting, "It's well-deserved."

Someone praised his best thing, and the old man smiled from ear to ear. There happened to be no one at the stall, so the old man found a chair close to Wang Yi's table and sat on it.

"Haha, the guest officer looks surprised. He's not from around here, is he?"

Wang Yi took a sip of the soup and said: "I took my friends to visit Chang'an City. When I passed by here, I felt a little hungry. I just remembered that a friend of mine said that the fried noodles here are very delicious, so I came here.

I was trying my luck, but I didn’t expect that the boss’s craftsmanship was really good.”

The old man smiled, and the wrinkles on his face fell into Wang Yi's eyes under the light of the candle, and the power of the years was revealed in the old man's body.

Looking at the old man's resolute face, I think that when he was young, he was also a handsome boy who was popular all over the country.

"When I have the chance, little old man, I would like to thank your friend."

After Wang Yi finished eating the last bit of fried noodles, he clicked his lips with some unfinished thoughts, "Don't worry, boss, there is a chance."

Liu Ruyue sat aside and finished the bowl of fried noodles early. It was so delicious. Liu Ruyue asked in a low voice: "Boss, can I have another bowl?"

The old man laughed and said, "Yes, you can, but don't eat too much oily noodles, or you will get a stomachache."

Liu Ruyue let out a regretful sigh, and sat there with bulging cheeks, looking at the empty bowl. Wang Yi glanced at Liu Ruyue and suggested: "You can have a few more bowls, as long as you can eat them."

.”

Liu Ruyue took the bowl of soup presented by the boss, put it in front of her, took a few sips, "No, I'm full."

"Are you really full?"

Liu

Ruyue nodded, sat at the table, raised her head, and looked at the sky quietly, not knowing what to think.

The boss was kind enough to bring the noodle cooking stove to the table to keep Wang Yi and Liu Ruyue warm.

Wang Yi thanked him and continued chatting with the boss, "Boss, I see why no one comes here to eat today?"

The old man sighed softly, "Everyone in the neighborhood has moved away. The young people have gone out to travel around. I don't know where they have gone. There are still some old people left. Over the years, there are not many left."

Already."

"Then boss, why don't you sell noodles to a place with more people?"

Liu Ruyue didn't know when she heard the conversation between Wang Yi and the old man, and asked.

"Haha." The old man smiled slightly and said slowly: "I have been selling noodles in Chang'an City since I was young. I have been selling noodles for decades. My father died early, leaving behind an old mother who became ill from overwork.

Years have gone by, and I am the only one left in the family, so I am the only one busy. I go out before dawn every day and can only come back after dark."

The old man apologized and took out a bowl of clear soup from the stall nearby. After talking for a long time, he was inevitably a little thirsty.

"Later, I had some capital, married a wife and had children, and things gradually became better."

Wang Yi smiled broadly and said, "Boss, your life is very good."

"Haha, who says it's not the case?" the old man recalled with an expression on his face, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously raised, "The children are growing up slowly, and I am getting older day by day. When the children reach my age, I will feel a little worried."

Wang Yi smiled and said, "Boss, everything is going well for your family. Where does the sadness come from?"

The old man waved his hands and said slowly: "My mother and I only have one son. We sent him to study when he was a child. We hoped to get the top score in the exam and improve our family's status. We are scholars, farmers, and merchants. The life of a businessman is very difficult."

Wang Yi sat there quietly, no longer speaking, and Liu Ruyue seemed to be interested, no longer looking at the sky, but listening sideways to the old man's story.

"But this son of mine insisted on becoming a general and going to the north to kill the Northern Qi people. I was so angry that I locked him up at home and refused to let him sign up to join the army. But I don't know how this kid escaped.

Those who came out finally signed up and went to the north."

The old man took a sip of the clear soup and looked arrogant, "Although my son has been studying since he was a child, he still has a lot of strength. I heard that when he arrived in the north, he killed three Northern Qi people in the first battle."

Wang Yi quietly gave a thumbs up and said without hesitation: "I am really a good son of the Ming Dynasty."

Liu Ruyue from Nanchu on the side did not say anything, and there was no change in her stunning face. She seemed to be the Princess Shaohua that Wang Yi met for the first time in the Honglu Temple Guild Hall.

"Haha, thank you for the compliment, brother. After killing three people from the Northern Qi Dynasty, and fighting many big battles, my son got lucky and was promoted to the position of corps commander. When he returned home, people

He rode like a dog on a big horse from the entrance of the alley to the door of his house."

When the old man talked about his son, he looked very proud. He sat there and drank several mouthfuls of clear soup. Wang Yi couldn't bear to see it. He took off his wine bottle from his waist and handed it to the old man. The old man waved his hand hurriedly.

Dare to accept it, but fortunately Wang Yi said at the end, "Just think it's for your son, this jug of wine should be accepted."

When the old man heard this, his lips trembled slightly, and he kept saying "Okay, okay, okay". The old man got up, went to the stall, took out three large bowls, and put them on the table in front of Wang Yi. The old man picked up Wang Yi's wine bottle and filled the empty bottles one by one.

Fill the bowl.

"Brother, this girl, please."

The old man picked up the big bowl and smiled at Wang Yi and Liu Ruyue.

Wang Yi picked up the wine bowl with a smile and glanced at Liu Ruyue beside him. Liu Ruyue didn't say anything, just picked up the wine bowl and said to the old man: "Boss, please."

After saying that, he drank it all in one gulp and fell into Wang Yi's eyes, feeling extremely heroic and heroic.

Wang Yi and the old man looked at each other, clinked their wine bowls, and drank the wine in one gulp.

"When his mother saw her son, she burst into tears. I'm fine, little boy."

Wang Yi joked: "I'm afraid I'm wiping my tears secretly."

The old man laughed, feeling very happy in his heart, as if he had returned to the day when he welcomed his son home. Firecrackers were all over the street, and his son was sitting on a horse, followed by his brothers who had been through life and death. In the alley,

Every household ran out and looked at their own family from a distance, their eyes full of envy.

"That day after his mother went to bed, my son and I drank a lot of drinks, but none of them were as good as today's drinks."

Wang Yi said softly: "But you haven't forgotten the taste of the drink that day."

The old man sighed, "Who can say otherwise? The wine tasted really not that good that day, but it was the most comfortable drink I have had in so many years, because that was the wine my son invited me to drink."

Wang Yi said half-jokingly: "One day I will ask my father-in-law for a drink to taste the wine that smells like a border soldier."

Liu Ruyue held up the wine bowl, looked at the lines on it, and said casually: "It's all bloody, there's nothing good about it."

The old man said with regret, "I can't drink anymore, my son is dead."

The old man stared blankly at the stars in the sky. People said that when people die, they will become stars in the sky. He didn't know which star his son was.

The wine bowl that Wang Yi put to his mouth stopped there, he raised his head, took a closer look at the old man's age, and got some understanding in his heart. Liu Ruyue no longer looked around aimlessly, but looked at this person with a plain expression with some distress.

An old man who told the news of his son's death in a tone of voice.

"died?"

The old man continued: "Yes, I heard that he died when the Northern Qi people launched a large-scale attack on Youzhou. He died together with His Highness King Qi, who was known as the God of War. I heard that his body was only a few meters away from the body of King Qi at that time.

Zhangyuan."

Wang Yi was slightly startled, and a figure instantly appeared in his mind. Among the 30,000 soldiers who were withdrawn from the front line, there was a cheerful man who temporarily assumed the command after the death of the captain, Feng Wenshan.

The man who, as a scout captain, held the important task of commanding 30,000 soldiers, had spoken a few words to him back then, and I still had some impressions of that man.

Wang Yi filled the wine bowl in front of the old man and comforted him: "Your son is a hero."

The old man had gray hair and a few unknown tears left in the corners of his eyes, "Yes, that's what the military commander who came to report the news said the same way."
Chapter completed!