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

Li Gongcheng smiled and said, "I won't take the old lady. The second master flew to Guangguan at 10 o'clock. Today, the driver Lao Wang is not here. I will take him to the airport. You can eat this noodles while it's hot, and it will be a lump in a while."

"Guangguan?" Old Mrs. Mo frowned slightly, "It's so far! Then when will he come back?"

Li Gongcheng continued: "Just sign a contract and you will be back that day."

"Oh." Old Mrs. Mo nodded and sighed: "The transportation is really developed now! If it were 10 years ago, I would not have been able to go to Guangguan without three or five days. Now I can come back on the same day, just like a dream."

Beijing 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." Yuluo, Li Gongcheng continued, "Old lady, the taste of this noodles is really very good. You should eat it while it's hot. By the way, there are also homemade spicy foods from the store. If you are willing to eat spicy food, you can add a little. I will go back first and see you when you have time."

"Go, go, your work is important." Old Mrs. Mo waved her hand with a smile.

After Li Gongcheng left, Old Mrs. Mo sighed and turned her eyes to the insulation box. She used to like to eat noodles, but she had eaten them all her life and was tired of it. Just when she wanted to take this bowl of noodles to feed the cat, she suddenly thought that this was also the wish of her grandson. If she just took them to feed the cat like this, how sad would Song Beicheng be?

She is a good grandmother and must not do anything that makes her grandson sad.

Thinking of this, Mrs. Mo opened the insulation box. As soon as the lid was opened, a seductive fragrance came to her face, instantly making people feel salivation and their taste buds opened.

Old Mrs. Mo's face was full of surprise. The bowl of noodles was completely beyond her expectations. The golden soup noodles were covered with white and tender fish fillets and sauerkraut, and white sesame seeds and coriander. Just smelling them like this made people swallow their saliva and salivate.

Old Mrs. Mo had always had a bad appetite and suddenly had a big appetite. She sucked the noodles in big mouthfuls. The noodles were fully integrated with the soup of sauerkraut fish soup. They were fresh, smooth and tender, sour and delicious, making people unable to stop. After taking the first bite, they wanted to take the second bite, and they wanted to swallow their tongues together.

After a while, Old Mrs. Mo was sweating heavily and her face was rosy. The strength that had disappeared began to slowly recover, and she looked much more energetic.

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

"Old, old lady?" The servant looked at Mrs. Mo blankly, with a look of surprise. How long has it been since she had seen the old lady eat so deliciously?

Old Mrs. Mo said with a little disdain: "Let the soup be there, I'll drink it later."

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

After saying that, Old Mrs. Mo drank all the noodle soup in the insulation box in one breath, looked up at the servant, and said with unsatisfactory words: "Ma Wu, are you going to get me a bowl of noodles."

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

She never knew that a bowl of ordinary noodles could be so delicious. There was obviously no fishy smell in it. The meat was extremely tender.

Wu Ma was stunned for a moment and said, "Old lady, do you want to instruct 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 this taste at home, so I'd better call Chengzi and tell me."

As she said that, Mrs. Mo went to call. As soon as the phone was connected, Mrs. Mo couldn't wait to say, "Chenzi, the noodles you sent Xiao Li is so delicious! Grandma is so old and has never eaten such delicious noodles! Can you ask Xiao Li to send another bowl of them to grandma?"

This bowl is not satisfying at all.

Old Mrs. Mo hasn’t eaten enough yet, this bowl has already come to an end!

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

After hanging up the phone, Song Beicheng couldn't help but wonder what kind of noodles it was that made people who were so picky about grandma, and they praised it all.

Are the Sanwu noodles sold at the stalls really that delicious?

As expected, this old man likes novel things like a child. Maybe the noodles are nothing special, they are just the freshness of the old man. Song Beicheng reached out and pressed his temple, and a helpless curve was raised at the corner of his mouth.

The sun shone in from outside the window, and it was coated with a light golden halo, and everything seemed like it was in the painting, with a little unreality.

The gentle young man, as gentle as jade.

What I mean should be someone like Song Beicheng.

Here, after Mrs. Mo hung up the phone, she sat on the sofa looking forward to Li Gongcheng send the noodles early.

Seeing this, Wu Ma smiled and said, "Old lady, Young Master Zhou is such a sensible and good child. I haven't seen you eat so much in years."

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

Before he could finish his words, the phone ringed in the air.

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

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

Wu Ma looked at Old Mrs. Mo with a complicated expression, and then said, "It was Mr. Zhou who called me. He said that the noodle seller has closed the stall now, so I can only let Xiao Li deliver it to you tomorrow morning."

Upon hearing this, Old Mrs. Mo said with disappointment: "Ah...is this true?"

Wu Ma nodded, "That's what Mr. Zhou said." Yu Luo, she handed the chicken soup to Mrs. Mo, "You can drink some chicken soup first."

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

"Okay." Wu Ma turned around and left.

Soon, Wu Ma walked in with porridge and pickles. Because the sauerkraut fish noodles were appetizing before, Mrs. Mo now eats porridge very deliciously, and her appetite is more than ten times better than usual, and she feels a little more energetic.

After dinner, the old lady went to the back garden for a walk.

Previously, Mrs. Mo's appetite was the most worrying issue 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 it, you will be more healthy.

Wu Ma excitedly called everyone in the Mo family to notify the news.
Chapter completed!