Ji Yunqing folded her arms and followed Zhou Ming expressionlessly.

He finally understood what Lin Mengmeng meant by this person's picky mouth.

Outside the community is the business district, there are a bunch of restaurants of all kinds, you can choose with your eyes closed, if you don’t want to eat in the house, you can also take two steps to the food street to eat street stalls, which is also unique.

But Zhou Ming seriously and coldly rejected all of them.

"How about this Cantonese restaurant? It seems that the business is doing well."

"No, this restaurant is only served by a great chef on weekends. The taste is average on weekdays, and the soup is not good enough."

"Do you want to eat Hunan cuisine? I found this place on the Internet before..."

"It's all a fake online celebrity shop created by the navy. The smoked bamboo shoots come out to work when they are not adults, and the materials are useless."

"...How about eating a cold noodle at the stall? That's what you have to do for supper..."

"The sauce for that cold noodle shop was bought from the Internet with a ten-yuan wallet, and it has no taste at all."

Ji Yunqing couldn't bear it anymore: "Or go to the Yunnan restaurant we ate last time? Except for the wine, you can't do it. Didn't you say the food is okay?"

Zhou Ming glanced at him lightly: "That's only a little better than hot pot, and the dwarf will be the general."

"What did you eat to grow up?" Ji Yunqing gave up resisting, "You can still be taller than me, what's in the sky."

Zhou Ming didn't turn his head back, the street lights illuminated his camel horn coat like diluted honey water, making him look extremely soft: "So I'll cook by myself, I'll be there soon, don't worry."

I made a big circle from the outside of the park, turned two turns along the sidewalk, and finally came to a path full of plane trees. It looks like an old neighborhood here, and the neighbors know everything about it.A child calls out from a neighbor's house, a big yellow dog on a leash is dozing off under a tree, a few little girls are jumping rubber bands, an old man with a thick porcelain cup is loudly arguing with each other about playing chess, a mottled chess board shows theYellowed age.

"It's been talking about demolition here, but it hasn't started yet." Zhou Ming slowed down, and nodded at the small shop in front of him that didn't even have a signboard. "Here we are."

Ji Yunqing glanced at him: "What if I don't like food?"

Zhou Ming turned around and said with a smile, "Then I'll invite you to that Yunnan restaurant again."

This shop is only the size of two facades. The four big characters "Old Yang Noodle House" are written vertically in red paint on the door. Each character is round and round, exactly like the boss who came out to pour tea.

Lao Yang, the owner of the noodle shop, is in his forties this year. He has round eyes, round chin and round body. He has a very kind face, but his mouth is full of fragrance.

"Hey! Isn't this the little bastard Zhou Ming? He's still alive!"

Zhou Ming brought Ji Yunqing into the store. Although it was old, it was very clean. There were seven or eight tables. Several young people were eating noodles there. A girl with a high ponytail replied aggressively: "Dad,How to speak?"

"I brought my friends over for supper," Zhou Ming smiled indifferently, and took a seat by the window with Ji Yunqing, "Long time no see, Yang Hui."

Yang Hui was wearing a blue apron. After wiping the table, she came over and raised her eyebrows: "You know it's been a while, I thought you disappeared!"

Lao Yang leaned over: "That's it!"

"How about the Yangchun noodles?" Zhou Ming made a gesture of surrender, pointing to Ji Yunqing the menu posted on the wall, "Do you want something to drink?"

"You decide," Ji Yunqing never picks his mouth, "I haven't eaten here, so I don't know which one is delicious."

Zhou Ming understood, and smiled at Yang Hui: "As usual, two bowls of Yangchun noodles, one serving of smoked fish...and another bowl of sweet taro seedlings."

Ji Yunqing couldn't laugh or cry: "You have complained about so many restaurants, and then come to eat noodle soup."

It's not that he has any objections to home-cooked meals, he's always been able to make do with it, but Zhou Ming's appetite has just been whetted by Zhou Ming, thinking that he's going to bring him some hidden century-old restaurant, but it turns out to be an ordinary small restaurant.

"I've been eating at this restaurant for nearly twenty years." Zhou Ming took off his coat and hung it on the back of a chair beside him. "I've been eating here often since junior high school. At that time, Lao Yang thought I was chasing after his daughter.Chased me down the street."

Yang Hui heard the words and laughed: "You deserve it, you didn't seem to be able to speak at that time, come every day, we are classmates again, and you ignore my dad talking to you, don't you blame him for thinking too much?"

After finishing speaking, she put the steaming barley tea in front of Ji Yunqing, and said with a hearty smile: "It's the first time I've seen Zhou Ming bring new friends here, try it."

After running such a long circle, Ji Yunqing was a little thirsty, so he smiled and nodded in thanks. He has beautiful eyebrows and eyes, and when he looks up at people, his eyes are like spring water, which makes Yang Hui even blush.

So, she held down her heartbeat without hesitation, and tried to make her voice softer: "Can the handsome guy leave a contact information?"

Zhou Ming was stunned for a moment, his first reaction was that I went to Yang Hui and you also have a day when you bow down for beauty.

"Okay." Ji Yunqing took out his mobile phone calmly, as if this scene had become normal to him.

Yang Hui blinked: "Does the handsome guy have a girlfriend?"

"Uh, that's not true," Ji Yunqing's eyes flashed slyly, "because I'm curvy."

Yang Hui petrified for ten seconds, until Lao Yang called her in the back kitchen, and then he slapped his thigh as if he had come to his senses, and said hello.

"Good! If I can't get it, other women won't get it either!"

Ji Yunqing: "..."

Zhou Ming held his forehead, watched Yang Hui leaving while humming a little song, and tried to make up for his old classmate: "She is careless, don't worry about it."

"It's okay." Ji Yunqing took a sip of tea, "She joked only because she was afraid of embarrassing me, she is very gentle."

While talking, the food was already on the table, Yang Hui greeted her cheerfully, then turned around and continued to work.

The chopsticks had been ironed by Zhou Ming in advance, and as soon as the white fine noodles entered his mouth, Ji Yunqing immediately understood why he brought himself here.

So comfortable.

Just like the most ordinary day, my mother stuffed a mouthful of hot food from the stove, the salty and light temperature was just right, the light soy sauce-colored clear soup was not weak, a little lard added so much sweetness,Teasing the tip of the tongue, a yellow fried egg was soaked in the soup, and the whole person was warm after biting it, as if riding a bicycle in this small street full of sycamore trees in the next second, accompanied by the clangingThe car bell rang and drove home.

"It's less burdensome to the stomach to eat at night," Zhou Ming gave away the plate of smoked fish, "Come and try this."

The caramel-colored smoked fish has firm flesh, crispy skin and soft inside, with a bit of sweet taste, and a little scallion oil fragrance when tasted carefully. Ji Yunqing sighed after being startled: "It's really good. I thought it was Suzhou style, but it's very delicious.own characteristics."

"The secret recipe of others is never passed on." Zhou Ming said with a smile, "But I will learn it one day."

Lao Yang lifted the curtain of the back kitchen and poked out a round face: "This is my daughter's dowry, don't worry about it!"

After finishing the meal, the bowl of candied taro seedlings was also served, Ji Yunqing clutched his stomach: "I'm full..."

"I ordered it for you," Zhou Ming pushed forward, "I feel that you like sweets, and I will serve them as desserts after meals."

Ji Yunqing tasted it hesitantly, then raised his face in surprise: "Wow, this isn't too sweet, it's delicious!"

For many Chinese, the highest compliment for a dessert is probably, yes, it’s not too sweet.

There is not much brown sugar in the candied taro seedlings of Lao Yang’s house, and they are full of the aroma of red beans and lotus root starch. Seeing Ji Yunqing eat half a bowl, Zhou Ming couldn’t help reminding: “How about it, don’t feel uncomfortable.”

"It's late," Ji Yunqing sighed, "I have to eat."

"Let's go." Zhou Ming stood up and put on his coat. "Go for a walk in the park. Maybe you'll get a call when you get back."

After saying goodbye to the father and daughter of the Yang family, the two walked back slowly along the street. Ji Yunqing didn't eat much at night, so it really felt a bit difficult to digest right now, but he didn't regret eating that half bowl of sugarTaro seedlings.

There were fewer pedestrians on the street, and the wind blew their hair a little messy. An old man who sold balloons rode a tricycle and stopped when he passed by Zhou Ming.

"Young man, why don't you buy a balloon?" The old man wrinkled his face kindly, "I'm going home from work, five yuan each!"

Ji Yunqing was on the inside of the sidewalk, hearing the words and looking at the large bunch of balloons of various shapes, colorfully crowded in the air.

Zhou Ming glanced at him: "Which one do you want?"

"Uh," Ji Yunqing hesitated, after all, he couldn't match the desire in his heart, "I'll pay for that little green dinosaur myself."

After speaking, he took out his mobile phone: "Where is your QR code? Let me scan it."

The old man pouted: "I don't know how to do this!"

"Let me do it," Zhou Ming smiled and took out his wallet, took out banknotes and handed it over, "I just happen to have some change."

"This is beautiful!" The old man pulled out the thread, handed it to him carefully, then turned the handlebar and left smartly, followed by the crowded balloons, which were blown high by the wind.

It was more than ten o'clock, and the wind was slightly cool. Ji Yunqing took the balloon, wrapped it around his wrist familiarly, tied a knot with his teeth, and continued to put his hands in his pockets, looking up at Zhou Ming: "Thank you......you still have cash with you."

"Well," Zhou Ming nodded indifferently, "otherwise I always feel a little insecure."

"It's easy to feel insecure, so are you scared by ghost stories?" Ji Yunqing chuckled, "Apologize to you again."

The wind blows the dinosaur balloon higher. Zhou Ming looked at Shu Lang's eyebrows and suddenly asked for no reason: "I feel that you are very different from your appearance, and you are very courageous."

"Of course," Ji Yunqing said calmly, "It's all from fighting since childhood."

Zhou Ming glanced at the other party's thin body in surprise, and blurted out: "Did someone bully you?"

"I was always a bit thorny when I was a child." Ji Yunqing pulled the string of the balloon and stared at the little dinosaur in the night sky. "At that time, I couldn't be cowardly. Just scare the other party once."

What Ji Yunqing didn't say was that he was beautiful and eye-catching since he was a child, and he suffered more things than others.

I met a strange uncle who was sexually harassed when was in elementary school. He didn't understand it at the time, so he told his mother as a joke when he went home. As a result, the always gentle mother went out with a kitchen knife in her face, and came back at night, solemnlyTell him that the place covered by the vest and underwear cannot be shown to others.

He looked at his mother innocently and said no, I didn't let my uncle see it, it was my uncle who let me see him.

Mom didn't explain too much, but the look in her eyes dimmed a bit.

In the past, when his parents picked him up from school, Ji Yunqing would chatter about what he had seen and heard at school. Later, the two divorced, and his father left them without looking back. When his mother became ill, only the driver would wait silently outside the door.Own.

Ji Yunqing is like this, slowly learning how to face the malice around him alone, he is indifferent and arrogant, he does not hide his sexuality, walks the long tree-lined path with his back straight, and steps on the dry sycamore leaves, put those chattering voices behind.

"He looks better than girls, tsk tsk."

"Really? I think it's a bitch. She still dances that kind of soft dance. I don't like it."

"I heard that his father doesn't want them anymore. Boys who grew up with single mothers tend to be sissy."

Even if he could instantly put down the boy who was hostile to him, and his skeletal arms had beautiful muscles, Ji Yunqing would still be ridiculed and called a mother because of this face.

It doesn't matter, he thought indifferently, Mother didn't mean to be mean.

Mother is the most gentle word in the world.