"You are an elder. If you don't eat the first bowl of noodles, the rest of us will not be able to eat it!"

Chen Jianghe forced the bowls and chopsticks into Tang Jianguo's hands without saying a word.

When Li Fengxia saw the two of them being humble, she smiled and said, "The next pot of noodles will be peeled out immediately. Why are you still humble? If you don't eat noodles, you should be stuck!"

Speaking of this, Tang Jianguo is no longer polite.

He picked up the chopsticks and mixed the tomatoes, eggs and noodles well, and started eating "Xilihulu".

"Um?"

As soon as the noodles were in their mouths, Tang Jianguo's eyes widened in surprise.

It was the first time he had eaten such a slippery and powerful knife-cut noodles in most of his life!

The bitten noodles can actually bounce on the gums!

And it's quite powerful!

For a moment, Tang Jianguo felt that his teeth and tongue were confused...

The most amazing thing is that it is obviously elastic and vigorous noodles.

Not only does it take no effort to bite, but it is even smoother and smoother to swallow.

The taste of tomatoes and eggs being beaten is even more amazing!

Tang Jianguo himself couldn't remember when the eggs, vegetables and meat he ate changed its taste.

At first, he thought that his living conditions were better, so he couldn't eat the rare feeling he felt when he was a child.

But since the coal mine has had poor performance, he and Li Fengxia often don’t eat a meal of meat for a month or two.

Even so, the meat he occasionally ate could not taste the aroma of the meat he had with relish.

To summarize it in the simplest sentence.

That is, now the meat has no meat flavor, the vegetables have no vegetable flavor, and the eggs have no egg flavor.

But the bowl of tomatoes and eggs in front of me cut noodles with a knife.

But it has the aroma of wheat, eggs, and tomatoes!

Before he knew it, Tang Jianguo's eyes turned slightly red.

It seemed like I had returned to a certain day decades ago.

He sat in front of the stove in his grandma's rural area with a thick porcelain bowl in his arms.

I ate a bowl of delicious knife-cut noodles that my grandma used the flour grinding from the new wheat from that year.
Chapter completed!