Chapter 1095 Lard Oil Soup Noodles

Seeing Xing Yanbo's appearance, Qin Baozhu nodded blankly.

But in his heart he was slandering that the legendary Mr. Xing, no matter how he looked at it, didn't seem very smart.

She put down the umbrella she had been holding, put on her slippers, and went back to the kitchen.

Opening the refrigerator, there was indeed nothing to eat in it.

But fortunately, there are a little green vegetables and eggs, as well as a little dried noodles.

After taking out the ingredients he wanted, Qin Baozhu started to work.

Xing Yanbo was sitting on the dining room outside and looked into the kitchen. This thin little girl was busy and busy.

Not long after, the fragrance wafted out from inside.

In a trance, Xing Yanbo even felt nostalgic for this feeling.

It's the feeling that someone is in the kitchen cooking food just for you.

This feeling that no matter how late I come home, I can smell the aroma of the food.

It seems that it is quite good.

The sound of the stove being turned off awakened Xing Yanbo from his trance, and he adjusted his sitting posture.

At this moment, Qin Baozhu came over with a bowl of steaming noodles and put it in front of Xing Yanbo, "There is nothing else at home, but fortunately there are vegetables and eggs, so I simply made a bowl of lard for you noodle soup."

"Lard noodle soup?" Xing Yanbo felt strange. He had eaten a lot of food, ranging from delicious delicacies to street food stalls. But I have never heard of it, and there are noodles like lard soup noodles.

Qin Baozhu nodded, "Well, I boiled the lard myself, and the pancakes made with oil residue are delicious, or they are delicious if eaten directly."

"Really? Is there any more?" Xing Yanbo asked.

Qin Baozhu shook his head, "It's gone for a long time." Then, he touched his nose in embarrassment, "Mr. Xing, you may not know that there is such a thing as lard in the world, hehe, it is very common in our place , I used to be poor at home and had no money to buy barreled oil, so I often boiled lard by myself. Later, I got used to the taste of lard, and sometimes I missed it, so I boiled some occasionally. Not only is it good for making noodles Eat, bibimbap is also delicious."

Xing Yanbo had never heard of it. In the past, his situation was very bad. He had no home and no one to take care of him. He was often hungry and full. It is already a very good thing for him to be able to eat a normal meal.

Later, he succeeded. Every day, he was sensual and feasting, drank more than he ate, and seldom ate by himself. Even if he ate, he just found something to fill his stomach.

He rarely has the opportunity to eat an ordinary meal like an ordinary person.

"Oh, that's what I've been saying, Mr. Xing, eat quickly, or the noodles will be soft." Qin Baozhu pushed the noodle bowl in front of Xing Yanbo again.

The tangy aroma stimulates Xing Yanbo's taste buds.

He picked up the chopsticks and ate a big mouthful without fear of how hot the steaming noodles were.

It turned out that this is the taste of lard noodle soup.

Very simple taste, but delicious.

Qin Baozhu watched in astonishment as Xing Yanbo ate a bowl of noodles in two or three bites. It was really unexpected, but it was just a bowl of lard soup noodles, and Xing Yanbo ate so deliciously that she was a little hungry.

"Is there any more?" Xing Yanbo asked after drinking all the soup in the bowl.

Qin Baozhu nodded, "Yes... I can cook noodles again..."

"Okay, thank you." Xing Yanbo was also polite, licking the corners of his lips with the tip of his tongue, savoring the taste of noodle soup.