Chapter 294 Supper Needs to Eat Human Fireworks

The Japanese second-hand arzberg kettle is classic and attractive, and the enamel texture is very thick, suitable for placing on the countertop.

Find a white vase of lemon yellow tulips, put them in the living room, bright and bright.

In the bedroom, a beautiful table lamp is enough to make people feel happy.

It's late at night, turn on the lights, the lights are warm and romantic, and people become softer.

The sofa as soft as a soufflé was also taken home by the children, which greatly enhanced the sense of happiness and was very healing.

Once you get serious about tidying up the house, you will lose track of time.

At eleven o'clock in the middle of the night, the whole city gradually quieted down.

Shi Mochizuki was so busy in the company that he was dizzy, and when he drove to the "future tense", he was still stunned the moment he opened the door.

I thought: "What kind of magic is this? Let a person who is usually lazy to do housework make the house look like he can live here now?"

Ning Youguang was laying blankets in the living room, when Mochizuki came in, he greeted with a smile:

"You're back?"

Shi Mochizuki has not recovered from the warm and touching scene in front of him.

Reflexively replied softly, "Yeah."

However, his brain was quicker than his mouth, and he first came out with a very small love sentence - "Every time I see you smile, the world becomes gentler."

He walked gently behind her, put his arms around her waist, and put his face on her back.

"What's wrong?" Ning Youguang felt his deep attachment and asked softly.

Shi Mochizuki closed her eyes, smelled the faint scent of her body, and breathed a sigh of relief, "Recently, I always dream that I am going to marry you soon, when will this day come?"

His voice was low and deep and gentle.

"Are you tired?" Ning Youguang gently changed the subject.

Shi Mochizuki's heart felt cold, but she didn't dare to press too hard.

He has always clearly remembered what his sister said to him when he was a child: "...Actually, as long as you stay calm and seek truth from facts, you can easily achieve your goal without anyone noticing. Too naive, too inexperienced, just crying, making noise, scratching, pulling, like a child tearing the tablecloth, but in the end, he has nothing, just tearing all the good things on the table to the ground, and never getting it.”

"Yeah, I'm tired." He rubbed his cheek against her back, "I want a hug."

Ning Youguang turned around with a chuckle and hugged him into his arms.

The two hugged quietly for a while, and Shi Mochizuki came back to life full of blood. He looked at every room in the house several times, and picked up his mobile phone to snap a picture, and recorded a video to share on " Xiaoxiao did you laugh today" in the family group.

The elders of the Xia family are all health experts, the kind who fall asleep on time before ten thirty in the evening.

Now the only ones in the family who haven't slept are Xia Fei and Xia Dai, who are lying on the bed, very face-to-face.

Shi Mochizuki's new house has been exaggerated and exaggerated from the perspectives of artistic beauty and practicality.

[Some are sorted out. ] When looking at the moon.

[Taking a picture at will can be published on "Fashionable Home". ] Xia Fei.

[Wow, it's completely possible to work as a part-time home blogger! ] Xia Dai.

"Let's go, let's go home." Turning off the phone, Mochizuki said to Ning Youguang very satisfied.

The two went downstairs hand in hand, Ning Youguang asked, "Have you had dinner yet?"

"No."

"Me neither." Shi Mochizuki's originally indifferent expression immediately changed, "Come on, let's go eat now."

"Future Tense" is surrounded by high-end business districts, suitable for dating and business talks, but not suitable for supper.

The standard is high enough, but the smell of fireworks is lacking.

Ning Youguang felt that in such a hard night, he must go out and eat some human fireworks to keep him warm.

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When Mochizuki drove the car quietly, Ning Youguang sat in the passenger seat, his eyes were like radar, scanning the streets on both sides, hoping to find a small shop suitable for the two of them to visit tonight as soon as possible.

The light outside the car window flickered on her face, and the night seemed to become lively again.

"There is a 'Nanchang Mixing Noodle Shop' there, and there are many people queuing up." Suddenly, she pointed to a small restaurant on the front left.

Mochizuki slowly parked the car in a nearby parking lot.

It was getting late at night, and the streets of the capital were slightly cool.

When Mochizuki got out of the car, she took off her suit jacket and wrapped it around Ning Youguang's shoulders, and then took her hand into the powder mixing shop.

The shop is not big, and the decoration is simple.

Fortunately, the sanitation is still clean, and it is full of people at the moment.

At a glance, they found that most of the guests ate the same thing, with a bowl of rice noodles and a bowl of earthen pot soup in front of them.

People who are eating supper have a sense of satisfaction that has been soothed by delicious food on their faces.

The rice noodles are full, and the soup warms the stomach.

It's a really good pairing.

"I went to Jiangxi to eat this breakfast, it was delicious." Ning Youguang took Shi Wangyue's arm, and stretched his head to look at the stove by the door.

"Yeah." Shi Mochizuki had never eaten Nanchang Mixed Noodles, nor had she been to Jiangxi.

But my sister said it was delicious, so he ate it.

The chef fried the noodles very fast, and there was a long queue. After queuing for more than ten minutes, they arrived.

The one who greeted the guests was a fast-working elder sister. Seeing them smiling kindly, "What do handsome men and beauties eat?"

"One bowl of fried noodles, one bowl of mixed noodles, both bowls are less spicy." Ning Youguang reported the menu first.

"okay."

The middle-aged uncle chef standing by the boiler quickly took out a handful of snow-white rice noodles from the bamboo basket and threw them into the pan to stir fry.

"Both bowls don't use chicken essence, monosodium glutamate, shallots, coriander and garlic." Ning Youguang quickly added.

The uncle nodded silently, but the chicken essence that had just been scooped up from the spoon in his hand was quickly shaken clean.

"Would you like to order something for handsome men and beautiful women?" The eldest sister continued to ask with a smile, "Our crock pot soup is delicious, would you like to have a bowl each?"

Ning Youguang smiled and nodded at her, "I want a bowl of tea tree mushroom and black chicken soup."

She looked at Shi Wangyue again, "What soup do you want?"

Shi Mochizuki looked up at the very eye-catching red menu poster posted high on the wall in the store, "Sydney Pie Soup."

He needs something to eat recently.

"One more hot and sour lotus root slices, one more stewed beef." Ning Youguang continued to place the order.

"Okay, you can choose a seat." The eldest sister quickly turned over a page of the menu and asked the next customer.

When the two sat down, Shi Mochiyue asked Ning Youguang in confusion, "Don't you like spicy food? Why do you order less spicy food?"

"You don't understand!" Ning Youguang shook his head and sighed softly, "You can completely ignore the word 'less' in Jiangxi people's Shaola. This unspoken rule also applies to Zhongla's 'Zhong'."

Shi Mochizuki was taken aback, "Spicier than Hunan and Sichuan cuisine?"

The two of them often go to eat Hunan and Sichuan dishes, and each time they want medium spicy.

Ning Youguang smiled lightly, hiding his achievements and fame, "You will find out after you try it." 1314