New ink fragrance in old times

Lin Mo picked up his chopsticks, gently picked up a piece of braised noodle and put it into his mouth. The noodle was soft and chewy, and the soup was rich but not greasy. Every bite made him feel unprecedented satisfaction.

After eating, he felt warm all over, as if all the fatigue of the past few days had been swept away, and he worked even harder.

At noon, the sun was shining brightly and Zhao Yue'e was busy in the kitchen. A plate of delicious fried noodles was freshly baked, with green vegetables and minced meat intertwined inside, and the aroma was fragrant.

Lin Mo sat at the dining table, holding a bowl of hot corn porridge in his hands. While eating, he recalled what he said in the kitchen yesterday and couldn't help feeling a little annoyed.

"Yesterday I was showing off my skills in front of Guan Gong, overestimating my own abilities. Fortunately, I didn't say anything."

After dinner, Zhao Yue'e's daughters-in-law Shen Xin, Han Suniang, and Lu Yue all gathered in the kitchen and surrounded Zhao Yue'e, their eyes full of curiosity and admiration.

Shen Xin spoke first, his tone filled with surprise: "Mom, your fried noodles are amazing! I usually only knew that noodles can be eaten cold, but I never thought they could be fried. This taste is simply amazing!"

Han Suniang followed closely behind: "Yes, mother, the braised noodles this morning were also very soft and tasty. Your cooking skills are really admirable."

Lu Yue was very excited. She pulled Zhao Yue'e's arm with both hands and said coquettishly, "Mom, how did you come up with these ideas? Teach me quickly. I want to learn too."

Zhao Yue'e looked at them with a smile. She gently patted the back of Lu Yue's hand and said:

"I came up with this idea after listening to Dalang and Erlang's suggestions. They said thick dough doesn't absorb the flavor, and thin dough breaks easily. I thought, wouldn't thick dough absorb the flavor if I boiled it? So I tried making this braised dough, and it turned out surprisingly well."

Zhao Yue'e's words were full of wisdom: "As for the fried noodles just now, I thought since I couldn't find thin ones, I would try stir-frying them to see how it turned out. I didn't expect the fried noodles to have such a unique flavor. I hope you like it."

Then he said modestly, "I'm glad you like it. I was also crossing the river by feeling the stones. I didn't expect that I could actually find some tricks."

After hearing this, Shen Xin said with emotion: "Mom, you are really amazing. You can always come up with so many novel ideas. We are really far behind you."

Han Suniang also nodded quickly: "Mom, we will ask you for advice more often in the future, and strive to make such delicious meals as well."

Lu Yue couldn't wait to beg, "Mom, please teach us how to make stewed and fried noodles now. We will learn well and pass on your skills."

Zhao Yue'e smiled and said three good words in a row.

Lin Mo sat at the dining table. Although the dough in front of him still smelled fragrant, it had lost its former temptation in his heart.

Over the past few days, this monotonous food has become a regular on the Lin family's table. Every chew seems to remind him of his tired taste buds and the subtle discomfort in his stomach. He sighed softly, his eyes unconsciously drifting to his grandmother who was busy at the stove.

Grandma's back looked a little hunched, her wrinkled hands expertly steaming the dough. An indescribable emotion welled up in Lin Mo's heart.

"I will never praise someone for cooking something delicious again. It's too torturous."

Lin Mo recalled the health information he had read before. Although noodles were delicious, eating too much was indeed bad for the stomach. Especially for him who had been enjoying them continuously for several days in a row, the slight protest from his stomach had forced him to face up to this problem.

More importantly, he noticed that even Shilang, who usually had a special liking for noodles, now had less enthusiasm and anticipation in his eyes when facing his former favorite, and was replaced by a faint sense of fatigue and helplessness.

Thinking of this, Lin Mo's gaze quietly turned to his mother sitting next to him, and he became more worried about Han Suniang's diet.

Pregnant women need to pay special attention to their diet. Although dough is delicious, it is harmful to the body. Pregnant women should not eat too much of it, and the most important thing is that it lacks nutrition.

Lin Mo was thinking about how to make the Lin family realize this problem without exposing himself. He turned his gaze to Lin Sizhe beside him and had an idea in his mind.

Lin Wenhong suddenly spoke: "The houses in the backyard have been built."

Lin Sizhe's eyes lit up, and he almost jumped up from his chair and asked excitedly:

"Really, Grandpa? Then I'll have my own room! That's great! I can finally have my own house!"

Lin Mo felt that he was fine again, and all the negative emotions were gone.

After dinner, Lin Mo couldn't wait to go to the backyard, wanting to see the newly built houses with his own eyes.

The new house had indeed been built. When Lin Mo walked into one of the rooms, he found that the house was empty. There was nothing in it except four walls and a bare floor.

"It seems that there are still many things missing."

Lin Mo sighed deeply, thinking that he was too happy too early.

Lin Mo stood in front of the newly built house, his eyes moving around, his heart full of anticipation and curiosity.

He wondered which room would be his own little world and imagined how it would be decorated in the future. Would he put a big desk or a big wardrobe there?

Just as he was immersed in his own little world, a slight noise interrupted his thoughts.

He turned around and saw Lin Xuejin and Lin Xuebao carrying backpacks, holding a sickle and an axe in their hands respectively, looking like they were ready to go out.

Lin Mo's heart moved, and he asked curiously: "Dad, uncle, where are you going?"

Lin Xuebo stopped and looked back at Lin Mo: "Sanlang, we are planning to go into the mountains to see if there is any suitable wood to buy some new items for these new houses."

When Lin Mo heard this, his eyes lit up immediately: "Uncle, can you take me with you? I want to go to the mountains to have a look."

Lin Xuebao did not answer immediately, but turned to look at Lin Xuejin and asked for his opinion.

Lin Xuejin looked at Lin Mo's eager eyes and felt reluctant to refuse. He touched Lin Mo's head, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and nodded:

"Of course you can, but you have to promise me that when we get to the mountains you must obey us and not run around. Stay close to us, okay?"

Lin Mo patted his chest and promised confidently: "Don't worry, I will!"

Lin Sizhe quietly came over at some point, and when he heard that Lin Mo was going to the mountains, he immediately clamored to go too: "Brother can go, I want to go too! I want to see the mountains and the wood too!"

Seeing this, Lin Xuejin smiled helplessly, and finally nodded: "Okay, since you want to go so much, then let's go together, but you must also abide by the rules and not run around."

Lin Sizhe: "I understand, Second Uncle."

This decision immediately caused a sensation in the Lin family yard. When Tang Qing, Tang Xin, Tang Shan, Xing'er, Hua'er and Lin Sinan heard that there was an opportunity to go to the mountains, they all expressed their desire to go together.

They followed Lin Xuejin and Lin Xuebao, excitedly discussing what they would do in the mountains.

For a moment, the whole road was filled with children's laughter and even the air was filled with an indescribable joy and anticipation.

However, the tranquility of the Lin family courtyard was broken by a sudden burst of crying.

When the young Lin Siheng walked out of the house and didn't see his brothers and sisters, he suddenly felt panic and loneliness in his heart.

He burst into tears and tears rolled down like beads from a broken string.

After hearing the crying, Shen Xin hurried out of the house and asked with concern: "What's wrong, Liu Lang? Why are you crying?"

Lin Siheng cried breathlessly: "Mom, my brothers and sisters are gone, I can't find them."

Shen Xin wiped Lin Siheng's tears, picked him up, and coaxed him gently:

"Mom, let me tell you, your brothers and sisters have gone to the mountains. You're still young, and the roads there are hard to walk on. Can you wait until you're older before going?"

Lin Siheng sobbed and asked, "Then... then I'm alone?"

Shen Xin touched his head distressedly: "Who said that? Linlin and He'er are also at home. Go look after the sisters. When they wake up, go tell your aunt and uncle that your sister has woken up. Then you can play with the sisters, okay?"

Although Lin Siheng was still a little reluctant in his heart, he finally nodded when he saw Shen Xin's gentle eyes.