I almost touched the moon

In the winter in the south, although there is still moisture in the air and it rains from time to time, it does not make people feel cold. The temperature of about 18 degrees is the most comfortable.

Wen Song was wearing a thin gray cashmere coat, a T-shirt and shorts underneath, and a pair of black Martin boots. He was sitting by the Pearl River, enjoying the evening breeze and drinking beer.

The food stalls by the river were crowded with diners and a bit noisy, and the environment inside the store was not very good. As soon as Cheng Che sat down, he found that the cuffs of his well-made windbreaker were stained with some oil stains that had not been wiped clean, and he frowned in displeasure.

"How on earth did you find this place?" When he raised his eyes, Wen Song was drinking beer and eating the mantis shrimps he had peeled in front of him, not caring at all about the noisy environment around them.

"My mom recommended this to me. It's really delicious, much better than those Michelin restaurants." Wen Song said, and picked up another ginger chicken wing for Cheng Che. "You should eat it too, don't just peel shrimp for me."

Cheng Che gritted his teeth and tried a bite of the chicken wings. As Wen Song said, they were much better than the ones in the restaurant they went to. They were indeed delicious.

"Lawyer Wen, would you come to such a friendly place again?" Cheng Che felt a little strange and asked subconsciously.

"Of course." Wen Song said, "She worked in Hong Kong for two years and tried all the food in Guangdong. Then she told me that the essence of Cantonese cuisine lies in these small shops and food stalls on the street, in addition to the big restaurants. If you want to eat home-cooked meals, you must come to these places. Let's go to Shunde tomorrow. There is a delicious porridge hotpot there."

Cheng Che listened to her and tasted some of the remaining dishes. They were indeed delicious.

Especially the seemingly ordinary stir-fried cabbage and hand-shredded chicken, which were not seasoned with anything, but were extremely delicious. The greens were obviously picked from the fields early in the morning, and the chicken was also a free-range chicken, with a chicken flavor.

Wen Song felt hot after eating for a while, so she took off her coat and wore only a T-shirt. After taking a sip of beer, she took out a cigarette. The night wind blew her long hair, and her unpainted face became a little flushed because of the alcohol. She held a cigarette between her white fingers and sat in a busy riverside food stall, with a kind of decadent beauty.

However, Cheng Che did not like her like this. Wen Song like this made him feel a little strange. He coughed twice, and Wen Song thought that the smell of his cigarette choked him, so he immediately put out the cigarette.

Cheng Che walked over to her side and put her coat on. He finally looked a bit more elegant than before and said gently, "It's still a little cold at night. Don't catch a cold."

The next day, they went to Shunde together to eat porridge-based hotpot.

As soon as Cheng Che saw the shabby restaurant entrance, he frowned and said unhappily, "Do we have to eat here? Let's go to another restaurant with a better environment."

"This one is the best." Wen Song said, "Don't be fooled by its shabby appearance, it's really, really delicious. When Xuanyan, Zhang Yue and I came here before, we ate here for three meals a day for two consecutive days."

"I'm afraid it's unhygienic..." Cheng Che frowned as he looked at the restaurant full of diners, some of whom even threw cigarette butts on the ground.

"No, their ingredients are all handled very cleanly." Wen Song said disapprovingly.

She was about to go into the store, but she saw Cheng Che still looking embarrassed, so she smiled faintly and said, "Then you can see what else you want to eat, and I'll go eat by myself."

"What?" Cheng Che was a little unhappy after hearing her words, "You're going to leave me alone."

"I'm not abandoning you." Wen Song explained patiently, "I know you have high requirements for the environment, so I won't force you. But I really want to eat his porridge hot pot. I thought about it every day when I was in Munich. You can't bear to see me miss it...so I'll go eat it by myself."

Cheng Che was helpless after hearing her words. He walked up to her, grabbed her hand and said, "I'll accompany you."

When they arrived at the store, Wen Song seemed to have already known the store owner. After greeting them warmly, the store owner managed to find them a seat in the crowded restaurant. Wen Song smiled and said thank you in Cantonese, then sat down with Cheng Che.

After sitting down, she naturally picked up the tea on the side to help Cheng Che heat the bowl. However, Cheng Che looked at the table and his expression became even more unhappy. The environment in the store was described as simple, which was a compliment. It was beyond his cognition.

Because of the return of the south wind, the ground was a little damp. The chairs were ordinary wooden chairs, and there was even a little mold on the legs. The tablecloth was clean, but there were several holes in it. Not to mention that he found out after he sat down that one side of the table was higher than the other.

He called the waiter and asked, "Hello, why is this table broken? Can you help us change it?"

The waiter took a look and said lazily, "Handsome, this table is not broken, it's just a little higher on one side. You just need to hold on to it. There are no other seats in the store. What are you going to eat?"

Wen Song quickly said, "It's okay, thank you."

He handed the menu to Cheng Che and said, "I've chosen some. Take a look. What do you want to eat?"

"It's all right."

Cheng Che was a person who had extremely high requirements for dining environment. Yesterday's food stall was already the limit of what he could tolerate. Today, he came to this small shop with a damp floor, torn tablecloths, and even uneven tables. He really couldn't stand it at all.

Wen Song noticed his indifference and said nothing. He just ordered a few more dishes, handed the menu to the waiter and said, "These are OK. Thank you."

The waiter quickly brought up two pots and ingredients. Wen Song beat two eggs and mixed them with the fresh beef. He also put half a fried dough stick in it and said, "Try it quickly. This fried dough stick is especially delicious when it is cooked in the porridge and then dipped in soy sauce and peanut oil."

"BB, you forgot." Cheng Che smiled faintly and did not take the fried dough stick, "I don't eat fried food."

Seeing that he was losing interest, Wen Song stopped forcing him and just smiled and said, "Then try this beef, it's super tender. And this shrimp and beef balls. I think their porridge hotpot tastes better than what you make."

"Really?" Cheng Che picked up a piece of beef. It tasted good, but not so good that it could make people ignore the terrible environment around it.

"If you think my cooking is not tasty, then I won't cook for you next time." There was actually a hint of anger in these words.

"If you don't want to do it, then don't do it." Wen Song didn't indulge him. "At worst, I can fly to Guangzhou and then come to Shunde to eat."

"I was just kidding." Cheng Che quickly peeled shrimp for her to apologize, "As long as you like it, I'll make it for you."

For Wen Song, the meal was a feast. It was not enough for him to eat it all by himself, he also took photos and sent them to Qiu Xuanyan and Zhang Yue to show off.

Cheng Che, however, found the food tasted like chewing wax. The porridge-based hotpot here was indeed delicious, but he still couldn't understand why he had to come to a restaurant with such a terrible environment. He didn't believe that those restaurants with beautiful environments couldn't make the same taste.

After tasting it carefully, he found that what he made was not much worse than that of this restaurant. The key difference seemed to be that this restaurant put dried tangerine peel and abalone in the porridge base, while he only put some abalone to enhance the flavor.

When Cheng Che was about to take out his phone to scan the code to pay when he was leaving, Wen Song stopped him, took out his phone to scan the code himself, and said to him, "You didn't eat much."

"Sister..." Cheng Che was a little unhappy, "Why do you have to argue with me about this?"

"I'm not mad at you." Wen Song pinched his face and said, "I know you're not used to it. When we get back to Guangzhou tonight, I'll take you to eat the imperial soup."

"Songsong, let's go back to Munich tomorrow. Okay?"

"Okay." Wen Song responded, "It's already January 1th, it's time to go back. When is your ski cross competition?"

"This month on the 16th, in Idre Fjøll, Sweden. There's the X Games on the 28th, in Aspen, USA. Can you come?"

"I'm not sure..." Wen Song frowned, "I'll try my best, okay?"

Cheng Che felt a little sad after hearing her words, and looked at her pitifully: "You promised me before..."

After hearing what he said, Wen Song could only agree and coaxed him, "Okay, I will definitely accompany you."