old man in white

"Damn it!!! Why, this noodle is so delicious! After I finish this bowl, I must have another bowl!"

Seeing Lin Fan eating happily, Wang Man was also very happy in his heart.

"This noodle is considered an ancestral handicraft of the old man's family. And the noodles in each bowl of noodles are freshly made by hand! The taste is strong!"

Hand-rolled noodles?hand! ! ! !Lin Fan suddenly remembered that the old man stood up from the corner and patted the dirt on his buttocks...

"Yuck~"

Lin Fan spat out all the noodles in his mouth on the ground.Seeing this, Wang Man quickly patted Lin Fan on the back,

"Did you choke on eating too fast?"

After Lin Fan finished spitting out the noodles in his mouth, with tears streaming down his face, he straightened up to calm himself down, and then he spoke,

"Old Wang, did the old man wash his hands before cooking?"

"No! We never wash our hands when cooking here." Wang Man said as a matter of course.

"Yuck~"

Lin Fan felt that he had already vomited out the contents of his stomach.

"Hahahaha~ I'm just kidding you. How can you not wash your hands when cooking! The old man loves cleanliness very much!"

Wang Man slapped the table and laughed, the feeling of teasing Lin Fan is simply not too good!

After Lin Fan knew that Wang Man was really joking, he straightened up and rushed towards Wang Man, pinching Wang Man's face and pulling hard.

"I want to see how thick-skinned you are!"

Wang Man, who was pulled face-to-face, was still grinning.Looking at Lin Fan with an "angry" face in front of her, Wang Man's smile gradually disappeared, her gaze became affectionate and soft, her heart beat faster, and a strange feeling kept gushing out of her chest.

There are few pedestrians on Chang'an Street at night, and the breeze is picking up.The pagoda trees on the street were dropping a few pagoda flowers, and one of them fell on Lin Fan's head.Wang Man raised his hand to pick up the falling Sophora japonica flower from the top of Lin Fan's head, and smiled faintly at Lin Fan.

Only now did Lin Fan realize that he was too close to Lao Wang now?It doesn't matter much in modern times, but now is ancient times, and the ancients still have insurmountable shackles on the minds of men and women.Thinking of this, Lin Fan immediately sat down and continued to eat noodles, distanced himself from Wang Man.

Wang Man watched Lin Fan sit far away, feeling a little disappointed in his heart.

"The noodles here are so delicious!" Lin Fan still couldn't help sighing, "Is there any other delicious food in his house? Only noodles?"

Wang Man clenched the Sophora japonica flower in her hand, stood up and picked up a jar with one hand from the side of the stove.Lin Fan is very familiar with this kind of jar, after all, he often sees it in TV dramas.

"Is this wine?"

"That's right! This is the rice wine made by the old man's family. It's very fragrant. You should smell it."

Wang Man lifted the lid of the jar and put the wine under Lin Fan's nose.

"Wow! It smells so good!"

Without the pungent taste of modern white wine, the ancient wine is very mild and sweet, and the light alcohol smell makes people feel comfortable, which is the icing on the cake.

"Pour me a bowl quickly, I want to taste it!"

Lin Fan couldn't wait to taste what this ancient rice wine tasted like.

"Can you drink?"

In Wang Man's view, there are still very few women who can drink.

In modern times, Lin Fan never drank alcohol at ordinary class reunions, because he had no interest in drinking at all.But since he came to ancient times, Lin Fan still wanted to taste the taste of this ancient wine. "Of course I can drink! In our house, girls can drink!"

Hearing Lin Fan's words, Wang Man became even more curious about the folk customs of Lin Fan's hometown.Wang Man picked up two dishes from the adjacent table, placed one in front of Lin Fan and the other in front of himself.

"Drink with you today. But don't drink too much! Otherwise, it will be bad for your health."

Wang Man poured wine for Lin Fan while exhorting her mother-in-law.But Lin Fan didn't care about Wang Man's words at all, and concentrated on looking at the rice wine that Old Wang poured for him.This rice wine looks completely different from the crystal clear look of modern baijiu.Probably because the ancient wine-making technology is not very skilled, the rice wine looks cloudy, just like the soup of rice porridge made at home.Lin Fan picked up the wine bowl, shook it lightly, and a thick layer of rice wine remained on the side of the bowl.This rice wine is a bit viscous compared to the modern water-like white wine.

Lin Fan couldn't wait to take a sip, "It's delicious!"