It was dinner time in the evening, and Ma Yang was already humming a song to prepare supper in the kitchen.

After shopping for a day, Yang Ma, who bought many clothes she liked, showed her skills and showed her superb skills.

I saw that the dough was kneaded flat and rounded under her hands, and soon soared in the air and gradually stretched into many thin strips.

The beef in the pot next to it, which was delicious and soft, and the aroma began to spread throughout the room.

It’s almost like cooking the noodles, peeling them out, pouring them with beef and soup, sprinkling them with chopped green onions, and a bowl of delicious beef noodles is ready.

It was already 7:30 pm. Jiang Baibai, an internet-addicted girl who was unable to find a place to play games at home for the time being, had been practicing on the sofa for an hour.

Fang Lin, who was practicing automatically, accompanied Liu Jing to watch TV series and saw it now.

Lin Yuqing and Xiaojie had already gone downstairs. When they smelled the fragrance, their eyes lit up and went to the kitchen and asked, "Mom, what should I eat tonight?"

"Beef noodle, wait until your dad comes back and go to the sofa to watch TV series and wait."

"Okay."

Both children were very happy because the noodles made by Yang Ma were very strong and delicious, but she always found it troublesome, after all, ramen is indeed a physical job.

Only when Yang Ma was in a good mood would do this once. It is said that she learned it from Yang Ma’s grandmother.

Everyone sat on the sofa waiting for dinner to begin.

Half an hour later, Lin’s father still hadn’t returned home.

Lin Yuqing and the others had already started protesting, and Fang Lin had already closed his eyes and chose to calm down and concentrate.

Moreover, the rich meat aroma in the pot that has been stewed on low heat is always thrilling, and several foodies can no longer bear it.

So under Lin Yuqing's constant urging, Xiaojie asked, "Mom, have the meal been prepared?"

Yang's mother frowned and walked over: "What's the hurry to have not come back yet? Eating later will make you starve to death?"

"I'll just ask..."

Xiaojie laughed awkwardly and looked at his sister helplessly.

Jiang Baibai, who was also waiting for the news next to him, continued to lie on the sofa like Lin Yuqing after hearing this.

Liu Jing looked up at the wall clock on the wall and asked in confusion: "Can it be Lao Lin working overtime? Didn't he call you?"

Yang Ma shook her head, took off her apron and threw it aside, revealing her black dress.

She stroked her black hair and sat down on the edge of the sofa, her figure curves were outlined just right by the dress.

Although she was wearing the beautiful clothes she just bought, the beautiful young woman's expression was a little worried.

In her impression, Lin’s father almost always gets home from get off work on time, and will call her in advance if there is anything. It is impossible that he has no letter yet.

Liu Jing looked at Yang's mother's comfort and said, "Why do you call him?"

"I called just now, and his phone turned off."

"ah?"

Liu Jing was also a little numb at this time and didn't know what to do.

"Forget it, I'll call his secretary and ask."

"Yes, yes, yes, ask."

Yang's mother took out her cell phone and looked at the children in the address book. She walked straight to the balcony and dialed the phone. The phone was quickly connected.

Fang Lin mobilized his listening skills and listened carefully.

"Hey? Xiao Liu? I am your sister Yang."

"Oh, good evening, Sister Yang, is there anything wrong?"

"Lin Wenshao hasn't returned home yet. Are you still working overtime?"

"Uh, yes, Mr. Lin and we are working overtime."

Yang Ma continued to ask expressionlessly: "He is now off. Don't lie to me. If there is really a problem, I have to find someone to solve it."

“…”

Xiao Liu smiled awkwardly: "I am indeed working overtime, but Mr. Lin came to find him at four o'clock in the afternoon, and he didn't come back."

"Okay, let me know if you have any news."

"Okay Sister Yang, don't worry, there will definitely be nothing wrong."

"I hope."

After saying that, Yang's mother hung up the phone and walked back.

Fang Lin's ears moved, and he didn't feel anything after hearing the entire journey.

As a man, what's wrong with turning off your phone for two hours?

Two old classmates came to find each other to play together, went out to have a drink, sing, wash their feet...

Ahem.

Anyway, it depends on how Lin’s father is back.

Ma Yang hid her worries in her heart for the time being, walked to the living room and said with a smile: "Let's go, your dad is working overtime, let's have a meal first."

"Wuhu~Eat beef noodles."

Xiaojie shouted happily and ran to the restaurant. On the way, Yang's mother caught her and twisted her ears on the grounds that she ran too fast.

When Yang's mother walked into the kitchen, the tall and flexible noodles were quickly lined up and sent into the bubbled hot water of Gulu, and then they were fished out after rolling three times.

Because she finally made beef noodles once, Yang's mother also made some of Fang Lin and some of her furry children.

Especially Fang Lin, there are a lot of beef cubes.

Fang Lin used to be considered a northerner and liked to eat beef noodles, casserole noodles and other handmade noodles. The ones he ate was that steaming feeling.

Yang's mama's craftsmanship made her feel a little bit like she used to feel.

A person does miss the food in his hometown.

Xueqiu and Jiang Baibai were breathing beside Fang Lin and ate the noodles in small mouthfuls, making them delicious.

"Is this noodles? What's it made of?"

"Well..."

Fang Lin thought about it, but he was not very clear about this kind of thing and recalled it for a moment, saying, "It should be made of flour ground from wheat...how do you feel?"

Jiang Baibai thought for a moment: "What do you mean? It tastes very chewy, just right."

Fang Linshen nodded with consent. The most important thing is whether this pasta is delicious or not.

This is also the reason why many people like to eat hand-rolled noodles in small shops on the roadside that are old. The noodles rolled out by machines always feel that they lack some soul.

Jiang Baibai took a bite of the beef and said, "When Yunyun comes, this should be edible."

Hearing this, Fang Lin immediately teased and said, "By the way, didn't you tell her to take her to have something delicious? Could it be that you want to cook?"

"What? No?"

“???”

Fang Lin was shocked. Do you really want to cook?

Jiang Baibai looked around mysteriously, leaned over and said, "A few days ago, Liu Jing bought a few of the names on the Internet. I think about it. It is a small stove, using that kind of canned stuff to make fuel."

"I saw her using it, and it felt quite simple."

Stove?

oh.

Fang Lin understood that what Jiang Baibai said was probably the kind of portable gas stove that many up-master videos were used.

But then what?

Jiang Baibai continued: "I asked Yang Zhen to get dozens of boxes of beef rolls in my space today."

“!!!”

Fang Lin was shocked.

"Hehe, do you understand? Let's try it tonight? When they fall asleep, you secretly come to the balcony and I'll come down to find you."

"How did you get down?"

"I just jumped down, there was no window on the balcony."

Fang Lin couldn't help but turn his head and look at the balcony, the open small garden came into his eyes.

He fantasized about how he and Jiang Baibai had set up a hot pot on the balcony at two o'clock in the morning, and then he was caught by Yang's mother who came down to get food from the refrigerator.

Fang Lin shook his head: "Forget it, and we don't have any hands, how can we get it?"

"There is a colander, I took it and took it."

"Let's talk about it when Yunyun comes."
To be continued...