Chapter 47： Although Jiang Wanwan drank some beer tonight... (1/2)

Although Jiang Wanwan drank some beer at night, she woke up in the morning with a bright face. When she was washing, she looked at the matte face in the mirror and couldn't help but sigh that she was young.

With a ponytail in front of the mirror, Jiang Wanwan opened the door vigorously and walked towards the kitchen. As soon as she walked to the kitchen door, she vaguely heard a little noise coming from the kitchen. She stretched out her hand and pushed open the door of the kitchen, the heat and the smelly rushed towards her face, and her footsteps were stunned.

At this time, Xi Heming, who was wearing an apron and holding a spatula, turned back hurriedly when he heard the sound. The straight hair that was combed in the past is now messy with bangs on his forehead, and rice-sized sweat beads slid down his cheeks. Going down the neck and into the clothes.

Xi Heming didn't seem to expect that Jiang Wanwan would get up so early, and didn't know how to mend his image for a while. The two stared at each other for a moment. Finally, Xi Heming couldn't help it, and gave Jiang Wanwan angrily. "Get out." , The fried noodles are not ready yet."

Jiang Wanwan came in, holding back a smile, and took a look at the pan. A wok pan was covered with dark sauce. The diced meat of various sizes was half black, and it was stuck on the pan with the bean paste, giving off choking. The smell of people. Hot water was tumbling in the other soup pot, and the noodles in it seemed to have been down for a while, and it looked like it was almost boiled.

Jiang Wanwan quickly closed the fire, turned and pushed one side of the window open. The cool air was sent in by the wind, reducing the heat in the kitchen and taking away the choking smell. Jiang Wan turned her head and saw Xi Heming's mobile phone screen light up, showing a tutorial on fried noodles.

Xi Heming hurriedly threw the shovel in his hand into the pot. Then, regardless of the oil on his hand, he quickly picked up the phone and slipped it into the pocket of his apron. At this moment, his ears and neck became red. .

Jiang Wanwan looked at the embarrassed Xi Heming, and a strange feeling flashed in her heart. She knew how clean Xi Heming was, how focused on the image, how hypocritical, and the superior. Unexpectedly, he wanted to eat fried noodles because he casually said something. He woke up early in the morning and awkwardly cut meat, fried sauce, and noodles by relying on the recipe in the phone. The cutting board was half-cut. Cucumbers, cut cucumber shreds vary in thickness, some are almost as thick as a pinky finger.

Xi Heming followed Jiang Wanwan's sight to see his own masterpiece, his face turned redder, and his long legs stepped in front of Jiang Wanwan, not wanting her to see his poor craftsmanship.

Jiang Wanwan looked at Xi Heming with a smile in her eyes: "Okay, don't stop it, I have seen it all."

Xi Heming sighed slightly, and stretched out his hands helplessly: "It's very simple to read the tutorial, but I didn't expect to be so busy doing it that you didn't get your favorite breakfast."

"It's okay, I'll take it." Jiang Wanwan looked at Xi Heming with crooked eyebrows: "How about I make breakfast for you."

Xi Heming looked at the messy kitchen and sighed lightly: "Don't do it, I invite you out to eat. Don't you really want to eat fried noodles? I know there is a good one."

Jiang Wanwan remembered Xi Heming's habit of not going to high-end restaurants, and subconsciously said, "I'm afraid the restaurants are closed so early."

"It's not a high-end restaurant, it's just a very ordinary shop." Xi Heming looked at Jiang Wanwan with some shame: "When I was checking the cooking of fried noodles in the morning, I saw some people on the local forum talking about a small fried sauce. The noodle shop is delicious, the meat sauce is full, and the dishes are rich. I think you will like it, so just pay attention to the address."

Jiang Wanwan was as shocked when she heard this as she saw Xi Heming cooking: "Would you like to eat noodles in such a small store?"

"Uh, I don't really care." Xi Heming carefully looked at Jiang Wanwan's expression: "If you don't like it, just forget it, I know another one..."

"I like it!" Jiang Wanwan's eyes are as beautiful as Crescent Moon: "I want to try the fried noodles."

Xi Heming was infected by Jiang Wanwan's smile and couldn't help but laughed: "Okay, I'll take a shower and change my clothes, and I'll be here soon!"

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Xi Heming went back to the room to take a shower, Jiang Wanwan also went back and put on a light make-up. She hesitated when choosing clothes. She drew her hand across the neatly hung professional suit and landed on a skirt. That was yesterday. When visiting the mall, Xi Heming helped her choose.

After changing her clothes, Jiang Wanwan looked at herself in the mirror, and then let down her tied hair, blowing in a big wave shape before she walked out of the room with her bag.

At the same time, Xi Heming opened the door and walked out. To his surprise, Xi Heming did not wear a shirt, but chose a casual short sleeve. As if afraid that Jiang Wanwan would misunderstand something, Xi Heming couldn't wait to explain when the two met Xi Heming: "I think it's a bit out of date to wear formal clothes to eat in a small shop."

Jiang Wanwan smiled: "Me too."

Although the two wore casual clothes, when Xi Heming's multi-million dollar luxury car was parked by the large glass window of the noodle restaurant, the noodle eater inside was still shocked, and then he saw a pair of handsome men and beautiful women getting from the car. Going down, opened the door and entered the noodle restaurant.

The lady boss’s gaze fell on Xi Heming’s face, and she burst out with great enthusiasm. She wiped the table by the window with a clean rag, and greeted with a smile: “Sit down here, two guys. I want something to eat."

The types of noodle shops are limited. Except for the fried noodles, there are some side dishes. Xi Heming glanced at the menu with pictures and texts on the window. Brick asked Jiang Wanwan, "What else do you want to eat besides fried noodles?"

Although the two of them seemed incompatible when they stopped here, Jiang Wanwan was actually very familiar with this kind of fly restaurant. When he had no money and was greedy in college, he loved this kind of fly restaurant. It is the happiest thing to have a meal in a small but delicious place.

Zhajiang noodles was her favorite at the time, and she had been to a lot of similar shops. Looking at the window, Jiang Wanwan said familiarly: "Two bowls of Zhajiang noodles, one fried belly, one beef, come again A plate of salted duck eggs."

"Okay!" The lady boss went to the back kitchen to pick up side dishes after reporting the menu with her voice. Not only the ones ordered by Jiang Wanwan, but also a portion of potato shreds from the lady boss, the large amount almost overflowed.

The young man at the next table hit Jiang Wanwan and couldn't help but look at her. He naturally heard Jiang Wanwan's order. When he saw that the proprietress had given them such a large portion of food, he was a little bit savoury.