Rebirth of a Village Girl

Seeing Li Gongcheng coming over, Mrs. Mo put the milk cup on the coffee table and said kindly: "Xiao Li is here, sit down quickly."

Li Gongcheng smiled and said: "Old lady, I won't take the seat. The second master has a 10 o'clock flight to Guangguan. The driver Lao Wang is not here today, so I have to take him to the airport. You can eat these noodles while they are hot. They will be lumpy in a while." "

"Guangwan?" Mrs. Mo frowned slightly, "It's so far! When will he come back?"

Li Gongcheng continued: "I just go and sign a contract, and I can come back the same day."

"Oh." Old Mrs. Mo nodded and sighed: "The transportation is really developed now! If it were 10 years ago, it would not take more than three to five days to get to Guangguan, but now you can actually come back on the same day. It’s like a dream.”

The capital is more than 2,100 kilometers away from Guangguan!

Li Gongcheng scratched his head, "No, now our China is getting stronger and stronger, and it will get better and better in the future." After saying that, Li Gongcheng continued: "Old lady, the taste of these noodles is really good. Eat it while it's hot. By the way, there's also homemade spicy food here. If you want it spicy, you can add a little more. I'll go back and see you when I have time."

"Go, go, you have to work." Old Mrs. Mo smiled and waved her hand.

After Li Gongcheng left, Mrs. Mo sighed and turned her eyes to the insulated box. It was true that she used to like noodles, but after eating them her whole life, she was tired of them. Just when she wanted to take the bowl of noodles. When he went to feed the cat, he suddenly thought that this was also his grandson's wish. If he just fed it to the cat, how sad would Song Beicheng be?

She is a good grandmother and would never do anything to make her grandson sad.

With this thought in mind, Mrs. Mo opened the thermos box. As soon as she opened the lid, a tantalizing aroma hit her face, instantly making her mouth water and her taste buds open.

Mrs. Mo's face was full of surprise. This bowl of noodles was completely beyond her expectation. The golden soup surface was covered with white and tender fish fillets and sauerkraut, and sprinkled with white sesame seeds and coriander. Just smelling it made her feel happy. It makes people salivate and salivate.

Old Mrs. Mo, who had always had a poor appetite, suddenly had an appetite. She slurped up the noodles with big mouthfuls. The noodles were fully blended with the sauerkraut and fish soup. They were fresh, tender, sour and delicious, making people want to stop. After eating the first I want to take a second bite, and I want to swallow it all with my tongue.

After a while, Mrs. Mo was sweating profusely from eating, her face was rosy, her lost strength began to slowly recover, and she looked a lot more energetic.

When the servant came to deliver chicken soup, he was shocked when he saw this scene. Is this person eating the food really an old lady?

"Old, old lady?" The servant looked at Old Mrs. Mo blankly, with a face full of astonishment. How long had it been since she had seen the old lady eating so deliciously?

Mrs. Mo said without moving her head: "Just put the soup over there, I'll drink it later."

"Okay." The servant put the chicken soup on the table.

After finishing her words, Mrs. Mo drank up the noodle soup in the thermos box in one breath, raised her eyes to look at the servant, and said with unfinished thoughts: "Mother Wu, go get me a bowl of noodles."

Mrs. Mo has never been a glutton, but she was still conquered by this bowl of noodles.

She had never known that a bowl of ordinary noodles could be so delicious. There was obviously fish in it, and there was no fishy smell at all. The meat was extremely tender.

Wu Ma was stunned for a moment and then said: "Old lady, do you want to ask the kitchen to cook noodles for you?"

Only then did Mrs. Mo realize that the noodles were bought from outside. She smiled and said, "Forget it, I can't make it taste like this at home. I'd better call Chengzi and tell him."

As she said that, Old Mrs. Mo went to make a call. As soon as the call was connected, Old Mrs. Mo couldn't wait to say: "Chengzi, the noodles you asked Xiao Li to deliver are so delicious! Grandma lives so long, I’ve never had such delicious noodles! Can you ask Xiao Li to bring another bowl to grandma?”

This bowl does not satisfy my craving at all.

Before Mrs. Mo was full, the bowl had already reached the bottom!

Song Beicheng was also stunned for a moment, and then said gently: "Okay, grandma, wait a moment, I'll tell Xiao Li right now."

After hanging up the phone, Song Beicheng couldn't help but wonder, what kind of noodles could make even a picky eater like grandma rave about it?

Are the Sanwu noodles sold at stalls really that delicious?

Sure enough, this old man is just like a child, he likes novel things. Maybe this noodle is nothing special, just a novelty for the old man. Song Beicheng stretched out his hand and pressed his temples, with a helpless curve at the corner of his mouth.

The sun shone in from the window, coating him with a layer of pale golden halo. Everything looked like a painting, a little unreal.

A handsome young man, as gentle as jade.

He should be talking about people like Song Beicheng.

Here, after Mrs. Mo hung up the phone, she sat on the sofa and looked forward to it, hoping that Li Gongcheng would deliver the noodles soon.

Seeing this, Wu Ma said with a smile: "Old lady, Master Zhou is really a sensible and good boy. I haven't seen you eat so deliciously in many years."

Mrs. Mo also smiled and said: "Chengzi has always been very sensible..."

Before he finished speaking, the phone rang in the air.

Wu Ma immediately trotted over to answer the phone, but as she listened, her expression became very strange.

After Wu Ma hung up the phone, Mrs. Mo immediately raised her eyes and asked, "What's wrong with Wu Ma?"

Mother Wu looked at Mrs. Mo with a complicated expression, and continued: "It was Master Zhou who called. He said that the noodle seller has closed the stall now, and we can only ask Xiao Li to deliver it to you tomorrow morning."

Hearing this, Mrs. Mo said with a disappointed look on her face: "Ah... is this so?"

Wu Ma nodded, "Master Zhou said so." After saying that, she handed the chicken soup to Mrs. Mo, "You can drink some chicken soup first."

With such delicious pickled fish noodles in front, Mrs. Mo couldn't even drink half a mouthful of chicken soup. She waved her hand, "Forget the chicken soup, go and serve me some porridge, and I'll get some pickles."

"Okay." Wu Ma turned and left.

Soon, Mrs. Wu walked in with porridge and pickles. Because the pickled fish noodles were appetizing before, Mrs. Mo now ate the porridge very deliciously. Her appetite was more than ten times better than usual, and her whole body was full of excitement. Feeling a lot more energetic.

After eating, the old lady went to take a walk in the back garden.

Previously, Mrs. Mo's appetite was the biggest worry for the Mo family. After all, if you want to have a healthy body, you must have a good appetite in advance.

If you eat something that tastes good, you will feel better.

Wu's mother excitedly called everyone in the Mo family about the news.