Chapter 98 You eat noodles and I drink soup

Leng Jinghua stood alone in the courtyard.

He looked at the direction of Kang Ying's departure with empty eyes, and his mood had not calmed down for a long time. It seemed that the peaceful days would stir up ripples again.

For a long time-

Leng Jinghua finally recovered and sighed, "Since it is inevitable, let's face it directly!" Then he turned around and walked to the big house.

As soon as he entered the hall, he shouted at a maid who was wiping the furniture: "Aunuch Wu-"

Hearing the master's call, Aunt Wu quickly stopped the work she was doing, bowed slightly, and asked, "What's the master's order?"

Leng Jinghua said, "Go and call the young master down. I have something to ask him."

"Yes."

Leng Jinghua went to the chair in the hall and sat down. When he saw the teacup on the table, he suddenly thought of Kang Yinglai and couldn't help sighing again.

In a moment, there was a sound of walking downstairs.

The young and energetic Leng Chenfeng quickly came to Leng Jinghua. He sat down in the seat where Kang Ying had just now and asked, "Dad, what's the matter with you looking for me?"

"How much do you know about Huang Fei?" Leng Jinghua asked. Do you know anything other than knowing that he is good at it?

"Why did you suddenly ask this?" Leng Chenfeng asked doubtfully. I have only met Brother Huang twice so far, and I don't know much about him.

"Oh." Leng Jinghua was deeply suspicious and said to himself, "It seems that this person's identity is quite mysterious." From the information obtained, he is a person who suddenly emerges. He has neither background nor a backer. He is just famous as Chen Tianhao's son-in-law. But yesterday, when he saw him and Xie Yun together, he should be very close. What ability does he have to attract Xie Yun to him?

"Dad, what's the matter?" Leng Chenfeng asked doubtfully, "Is there something wrong with Brother Huang?" I think he is very good!"

"It's okay." Leng Jinghua said. Can you ask him out for me? I want to talk to him."

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In front of a century-old noodle restaurant.

The voice is boiling, and there is an endless stream of people coming and going.

"Boss, how much is this bowl?" Huang Fei stood in front of the noodle restaurant and asked. Since the rescue of Yan, a confidant, I have to say that it is an exciting thing.

After waking up in the morning, he was refreshed. As soon as he was in a good mood, his spirit naturally got better, so he got up early and went to the street to buy breakfast for Yan.

"25 yuan a bowl." The fat boss in a white coat said while busy paying the bill that the business was booming.

"Damn!" Huang Fei exclaimed, "Aren't it all 15 yuan before? When did it become so expensive?

"Sir, recently, green onions have been sold for 5 yuan a piece. If we don't raise a little, we will drink the northwest wind." The boss said helplessly.

"But-" Huang flew to the guest who was eating noodles in the bowl and said. What does this have to do with your face? I didn't see a big green onion in your face!"

"This-" The boss suddenly said angrily, "Kid, are you here to eat noodles or find faults? If you can't afford it, go to another place." After saying that, he still looked contemptuous. He couldn't afford to make trouble. What I hate most is this kind of guy who has no money and pretends to be rich.

Huang Fei looked at the boss's expression and words and was immediately unhappy. He pulled out 50 yuan and said proudly, "Give me a bowl. You don't need to change the money." Now I'm a billionaire, and I don't have to quarrel with others for a few pieces - it's not worth it.

Seeing that he was a man--and gave me a tip, the boss immediately smiled happily and said, "Sir, just now I didn't know Mount Tai. Please forgive me. I'm a century-old brand, and I will definitely be satisfied. Inside, please - inside, please."

"Give me another pack." Huang Fei said, straightening his chest and walking to the dining table in the room. Who said he would give you a tip?

With a bang, Huang Fei heard the sound of someone falling down.

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In the People's Hospital.

Huang Fei opened the door of the ward with a plastic bag containing bowls of noodles and said with a smile, "Dear Yaner, I brought you breakfast."

After entering the door, she found that Yan had already got up and was standing in front of the window staring at the compound. After she came in, she didn't turn around and respond. She didn't know what was good?

"You have a blessing. This is the love noodle soup I made myself!" Huang Fei said shamelessly, and then put the bowl of noodles on the table not far from the hospital bed.

As soon as the plastic bag was untied, the smell of steaming noodle soup immediately spread all over the house, which made people move.

"Wow! It smells so good. Come and eat it." Huang Fei took a deep breath and said, making it delicious and enjoyable.

Sure enough, as soon as Yan smelled the fragrance of noodle soup, her stomach cooed. She had to turn around and walk to the table.

Her long hair is soft and shawl, her eyes are as clear as water, bright and bright, and her face is ruddy and bright. She seems to be in good health. Wearing a white hospital uniform not only does not reduce her beauty, but also looks more pure and flawless.

Huang Fei held her hand gently and said, "Looking that you are in a good mental state, you should be discharged from the hospital soon."

Yan said lightly, "I didn't hurt there in the first place."

"When the doctor thinks you are completely fine, I will go through the discharge formalities for you." Huang Fei opened the stool and asked her to sit down. He smiled and said, "You sit down and eat slowly. I'll pour you a glass of water." After saying that, he turned around and walked to the water dispenser on the side.

Yan picked up the disposable chopsticks and opened the paper bag. Suddenly, Liu frowned slightly. Then she opened the plastic bag wrapped in the bowl and looked at it doubtfully. After knowing the result, she smiled instantly. If Huang Fei saw it, she must be fascinated.

For a moment, Huang Fei picked up the water glass and came over, gently put it in front of her, opened the chair and sat opposite her, and smiled, "How's it going? My cooking skills are as good as that of a master, right?

Yan glanced at Huang Fei and said, "Remember not to use a bag and chopsticks with a trademark next time." After saying that, he continued to eat noodles with his head down, and ignored Huang Fei's surprised expression.

"-" Huang Fei suddenly stopped talking, turned his eyes, and quickly said, "This is what I learned from a master in a century-old store. After he finished eating this morning, I borrowed his raw materials, but it was indeed made by myself." I thought to herself: Why is she so careless? I don't know whether she believes it or not.

Yan is not responding to this question. She is not used to talking too much when eating.

Silence.

The room became quiet in an instant.

Huang Fei no longer disturbs her. He just quietly looked at her every move, and seemed to return to the scene of the two eating noodles on the street stall. At that time, it was simple and beautiful.

Huang Fei suddenly smiled and couldn't help saying, "Yan'er, do you still remember the story of eating noodles?"

"Well?" Yan stopped his movements and looked up and asked doubtfully, "What's the story of eating noodles?"

Seeing that she finished eating Huang Fei, she quickly took out a bag of tissues and handed it to her. She pulled out one and gently wiped her lips. The action was elegant, gentle and charming, which completely made people ignore that she was still a strong woman.

Huang Fei recalled affectionately and said, "This is what you told me. There was once a couple. Because the family was poor and not enough money to eat, they could only eat a bowl of noodles per meal, and her husband had to go out to work, so his wife only drank soup every time and left the noodles to her husband. Years later, the man finally became rich, but unfortunately her wife He died of stomach cancer. In memory of his wife, he leaves the soup every time he eats noodles.

Listening to this familiar story, Yan's eyes gradually blurred, and there seemed to be a trace of touch in her heart, but there was no way to completely clarify this vague clue.

Looking at Yan as if she was trying to recall, Huang Fei continued, "From then on, you like to take me to eat noodles, but every time you eat noodles and become me drinking soup. You say it's easy to be touching." After saying that, he smiled bitterly. The girl who was simply looking forward to the future grew up and forgot their past.

Yan was stunned for a moment, looked down at the bowl of noodles on the table, and recalled the process of eating noodles just now. She found that she had really not drunk a sip of soup. At that time, she silently felt that the soup was to be left to someone, which was a subconscious move.

At this moment, Huang Fei's mobile phone rang.

"Which uninteresting guy?" Huang Fei took out his mobile phone angrily and came to me every time he chatted with Yan.

Huang Fei picked up his mobile phone and looked at it. It was a strange number. He did not taboo Yan in front of him. He directly connected and asked, "Who is it?"

"Is it Brother Huang?" The sound of cold wind came from the phone.

"I am." Huang Fei asked curiously, "What can I do for you?" Why do you have a phone number?" I don't seem to have given him my phone number?

"It doesn't matter. My father wants to see you." Leng Chenfeng said. For a person with a status like Leng Jinghua, it is not easy to know a person's phone number.

Huang Fei sent it again and said, "Okay, you tell me the address." It seems that it's time for everyone to have a showdown.

After Leng Chenfeng said the address, the two hung up the phone. Huang Fei looked at Yan and said apologetically again, "I'm sorry, it seems that I have to be busy again."

"Is there anything I can do for you?" Yan said,

"Of course." Huang Fei smiled and said, "But it's not now. You can rest assured first."

Yan nodded silently, which did not help him suddenly feel a trace of loss in his heart.