Chapter 251 Three Bowls of Beef Noodles
She poked her head forward, and when she realized that the person driving in front of her was someone she knew, she stuck out her tongue in embarrassment.
"Your housekeeper!" She tugged on Jiang Qingzhou's clothes and whispered.
Jiang Qingzhou has known this for a long time.
She knew it was Bo Muhan's car just now by looking at the license plate number, but before she could explain it clearly to Tang Qianqian, Tang Qianqian took the car as a taxi.
"What should I do?" Tang Qianqian was a little nervous and secretly tugged on Jiang Qingzhou's clothes.
"I won't eat today's meal. I'll take you home first!" Jiang Qingzhou said.
Tang Qianqian nodded immediately, "Okay!"
After the initial embarrassment and nervousness eased, Tang Qianqian's mind immediately became active again.
She grabbed the seat in front of her and looked at Bao Muhan's side face, "Would you like to have a meal with Butler Han? I'll treat you to it!"
"No!" Bo Muhan refused firmly.
The smile that had not spread on Tang Qianqian's face slowly froze.
"That's it. Let's make an appointment when you have time!" She murmured and sat down, feeling a little disappointed.
Jiang Qingzhou patted her hand, "Where is your home?"
Tang Qianqian looked forward, "I seem to have gone the wrong way. My home is not on this road, but from now on You can get there but it’s a bit far, so let’s go like this..."
Neither Jiang Qingzhou nor Bo Muhan expected that what she said was a bit far, requiring half an hour's drive.
Sent Tang Qianqian home Jiang Qingzhou was already hungry, her chest pressed against her back. She looked out the window at the various restaurants flashing with neon lights, and couldn't help but said to Bo Muhan who was driving: "We Can you have something to eat before going home?"
Bo Muhan glanced at her from the rearview mirror, "Are you hungry?"
"Yeah."
Bo Muhan drove forward another hundred or ten meters and turned from an oblique angle. Go down the intersection and stop at a beef noodle restaurant while buffering forward.
The sign of the noodle shop is a bit old, and through the window, you can see the peeling paint tables and chairs and the greasy-shine cashier.
Jiang Qingzhou got off the car, frowned, and said to Bo Muhan, who was walking around the front of the car: "I want to eat hot pot."
"There is no hot pot here."
“Can you change the place?”
Bo Muhan glanced at Jiang Qingzhou, “No!”
Then he took the lead in entering the noodle shop.
He seemed to be a regular visitor here. The waiter greeted him as soon as he entered, "Is Mr. Bo here?"
Bo Muhan nodded to him and sat down by the window. Down.
The waiter looked at Jiang Qingzhou, who came in with him, and turned to ask Bo Muhan: "Is she with you?"
Bo Muhan didn't answer him and directly reported the meal. , "Add an extra bowl of noodles to the original."
"Okay!"
The waiter responded, put the towel on his shoulder and went into the kitchen to work.
Jiang Qingzhou reluctantly sat down opposite Bo Muhan.
It’s not that she is pretentious and is not used to this kind of small restaurant.
The restaurants in the school are also small, and the roadside stalls are also small, but she has never minded.
She doesn't like it here because the environment and atmosphere are so bad.
Guests can smoke and make noise as they please, or they can roll up one leg and put it on another chair.
They talked about vulgar topics, said vulgar words, and sometimes spit everywhere while eating.
When Jiang Qingzhou came in, most of the guests in the lobby looked in her direction.
And most of them are men.
There was unconcealed desire in their eyes.
This made Jiang Qingzhou a little timid and disgusted. If Bo Muhan hadn't been with her, she would never have come here to eat alone.
The noodle shop serves food very quickly. Before Jiang Qingzhou could wipe off the oil stains on the table with paper towels, the waiter just now walked over quickly carrying a wooden tray.
He first put two plates of cold vegetables on the table, and then three large bowls of beef noodles.
Jiang Qingzhou frowned again, "Is there anyone else coming?"
Bo Muhan took apart a pair of chopsticks and handed them to her, "No."
"You can eat two bowls by yourself?"< br>
Bo Muhan didn't answer. He added some vinegar to the noodles, stirred it with chopsticks, then picked up a big pile of noodles and took a big bite in a manly manner.
While eating, he raised his head and glanced at Jiang Qingzhou, signaling her to eat while it was hot.
Jiang Qingzhou was really hungry, so he followed his example, picked up some noodles with chopsticks, rolled them up and ate them.
But she ate more gracefully and picked two noodles at a time.
I thought it was just ordinary beef noodles, just like those restaurants in school that sell beef noodles but don’t have beef signs. Who would have thought that after swallowing it in one gulp, my mouth would be filled with the aroma of meat.
Take another sip of the soup, wow, it’s fresh and delicious!
She looked at Bo Muhan in shock. Bo Muhan seemed to have expected this expression from her, and a trace of pride flashed in his eyes.
"The ancestor of the owner of this shop was once a chef in the imperial kitchen, specializing in making noodles for people in the palace. Later, the family declined, and it became what it is today. But fortunately, the skill of making noodles has been passed down from generation to generation. They make The soup used for the noodles is pure beef bone soup that has been simmered for seven or eight hours. , the noodles are also hand-pulled by the chef."
As he spoke, he raised his chin towards the two plates of cold dishes in front of him and said, "Have a try."
As a person who has eaten delicacies from the mountains and seas. , these remarks can be described as Bo Muhan’s highest evaluation of a meal.
He really likes the beef noodles here.
Jiang Qingzhou took a few bites of the cold dishes with a trying attitude, and she was not disappointed. The cold dishes were also very good.
Crisp and delicious, sweet and soothing.
With these three kinds of food, Jiang Qingzhou feels that this store can feed another two generations.
It’s so delicious!
Jiang Qingzhou thought that was the end. He took his chopsticks and turned the bowl over. There was a layer of beef at the bottom of the bowl.
The beef is full of juice and tastes super chewy.
And it doesn’t take much effort on your teeth, it’ll be rotten once you bite it!
Bo Muhan saw a thin layer of sweat forming on Jiang Qingzhou's forehead while eating noodles, and smiled, "How is it?"
Jiang Qingzhou sniffed, "Not bad!"
The smile on Bo Muhan's lips expanded infinitely, and finally he laughed out loud.
Jiang Qingzhou never expected that he would finish a large bowl of beef noodles!
She looked at the remaining soup at the bottom of the bowl, lay on the chair and burped.
"I won't have indigestion, right?"
Bo Muhan pulled his lips, "Take a walk and then go home!"
He stood up to check out, Jiang Qingzhou Stopped him, "Hey, there is another bowl, why don't you eat it?"
Bo Muhan's eyes dimmed, "That bowl belongs to Mr. Jiang."
Jiang Ruhai is the real regular visitor here, and it was he who brought Bo Muhan here.
Later Jiang Ruhai passed away and Bo Muhan came alone.
However, he still used to order two bowls of noodles every time he came, eating one bowl by himself and letting the other bowl slowly cool down until they were lumped together.
A trace of surprise flashed in Jiang Qingzhou's eyes, but she did not ask in detail.
Bo Muhan grew up in the Jiang family, and she and Jiang Ruhai are like father and son. There are many things between them that she doesn't know about.
After Bo Muhan finished paying, he and Jiang Qingzhou came out of the restaurant one behind the other.
Bo Muhan wanted to pick up the car, but Jiang Qingzhou pulled him and said, "Just take a walk around here, it doesn't matter where you go!"
After saying that, she felt a trace of anger on her face. Bing Liang pursed his lips and looked up, it was snowing!
(End of this chapter)