Seeing the overseas Chinese businessman eating noodles and drinking soup on it, Yao Dangbing was shocked.

I'm a grass???

It's so incredible!

So much so that he couldn't help asking: "Mr. Qiao, does this bowl of noodles taste like the noodles your mother made for you back then?"

Mr. Qiao didn't say anything. He ate noodles and drank soup in big mouthfuls, and expressed his meaning with his thumb raised with his left hand.

Yao Dangbing hugged the back of his head with both hands on the spot.

Did Teacher Wang actually do it?

Can Teacher Wang travel through time and return to his childhood as an overseas Chinese businessman to see how his mother makes noodles?

The sea bowl is big, just like a small basin. There is a lot of noodles and soup inside. Mr. Qiao took it all in one go!

Finally, he picked up the bowl and drank the soup, applied his back and wiped his lips, and breathed a sigh of relief: "Huh, it's so delicious! It's so delicious!"

Yao Dangbing hurriedly asked, "I'll give you another bowl?"

Mr. Qiao laughed and waved his hand to refuse: "No, I just ate this bowl with a breath. If I didn't want to recall some of the tastes of my youth and let me eat them slowly, how could I eat such a big bowl of noodles now?"

"Liang Po is old, can't eat!"

Yao Dangbing smiled and said, "Mr. Qiao, you are polite. You are not Lian Po, you are Bai Qi in the business world. Lian Po who can fight you dare not go out to fight!"

Mr. Qiao waved his hand again and asked with interest: "Which chef made this bowl of noodles? Is it convenient to come out to chat?"

"He is a smart person who can make such a bowl of noodles!"

Yao Dangbing said: "That must be a smart person. This bowl of noodles was not made by a chef, but was made by a teacher. This teacher is very strange to you, but to the people in our county, he is a god-like figure!"

Mr. Qiao asked, "I once heard of a teacher named Wang..."

"It's him!" Yao Dangbing smiled, "I didn't expect that Mr. Qiao, you actually know about our Teacher Wang."

Mr. Qiao widened his wide belt buckle and said, "Teacher Wang is very famous. I have heard many people talk about him."

"Since Teacher Wang is here, can you invite him out to meet and chat with him?"

Yao Dangbing hurried to the kitchen to invite Wang Yi.

Wang Yi ate peanuts and smiled, "He is a capitalist, or a foreign capitalist. Can he meet me if he wants to see me?"

This is very pretentious.

But he didn't pretend to behave on purpose. He had nothing to do with this wealthy businessman and overseas Chinese. He didn't want to see each other, nor did he need to see each other.

He chose to do this because he simply wanted to help Yao join the army. After all, this is Manager Xu's confidant.

In fact, he was not sure about this, but just implemented the inference.

Originally, he thought that as long as he helped, he would give Yao Dangbing and Manager Xu face no matter whether he succeeded or not. He did not stand by and watch, which was already a kind heartbeat for ancient Taoism.

Unexpectedly, he was lucky, and his guess about this noodles was correct. He really made noodles that satisfies the wealthy businessmen and overseas Chinese.

He said something casually, and a deep voice sounded outside: "Teacher Wang, I don't want to see you casually, but I want to express my gratitude to you in person."

The main master is here.

Wang Yi was immediately embarrassed.

He glared at Yao Dangbing: Damn it, don’t you say anything, right?

Yao Dangbing's side is even more embarrassing.

He didn't know that Mr. Qiao would follow him to find Wang Yi? He didn't think about this at all, because Mr. Qiao is a big guy and notify people of everything he does, and usually doesn't take action in person.

Now that the main owner is here, Wang Yi will not look good even if he doesn't go out, so he patted the broken peanuts stained on his hands and walked out.

Yao Dangbing introduced them to them. Mr. Qiao's full name is Qiao An. He shook hands with Wang Yi politely and asked, "Can Teacher Wang sit together with you?"

Wang Yi waved and said 'Please'.

After sitting down, Qiao An asked with interest: "I'll ask you a pretentious question, Teacher Wang, how did you make this bowl of noodles? It's no exaggeration to say that there are thirty or fifty bowls of sweet potato noodles I've eaten in the county, but there has never been a bowl that satisfies me."

“So, how did you do it?

Yao Dangbing cheered up and looked at Wang Yi.

He was also curious about this.

Wang Yi said calmly: "This matter is a long story."

"Then let's talk about it short." Qiao An said domineeringly.

Wang Yike didn't like his temper and said directly: "I can't tell a long story."

Qiao Ann’s temper is not as bad as Yao Dangbing said. After hearing this, he smiled and said, “Then you say it slowly, I’ll listen carefully!”

Wang Yi likes to eat soft food. When others speak softly, his attitude softens and says, "Well, Mr. Qiao, please listen patiently. This is the case."

"I lived in the Northeast when I was a teenager and I had to eat pig-killing vegetables during the Chinese New Year."

"But not every household can eat pig-killing vegetables, only people with good living conditions can eat them. Then I have a friend who is not in good condition at home and is a funnel in the forest farm."

"The pigs raised by his family cannot be killed and eaten during the Chinese New Year, but should be sold to popular households to exchange for money to give the family a good New Year."

"But even though their family can't make pig-killing dishes, his father will make him delicious sauerkraut stewed with vermicelli to stew corn tortillas in the twelfth lunar month."

"Only the twelfth lunar month can make this taste, and they all get up early in the morning to have dinner. This pot of fragrant sauerkraut stewed vermicelli suddenly appeared in the cold and cold place!"

"What's going on?"

"He got up early in the morning and secretly went to see his father go to the kitchen to work, but found that his father had cooked a pot of pork bone soup at night. The pig bones were smashed, and the remaining bone marrow inside was carefully picked out and put in a bowl."

"The soup made by boiling pork bones for one night is very fragrant, and it tastes delicious when stewing sauerkraut vermicelli. The tortillas on the pot are mixed with chopped bone marrow."

"This bowl of sauerkraut stewed with vermicelli pancake is naturally delicious."

"But why are there such delicious food only in the twelfth lunar month?" Wang Yi sighed softly, "Because there is pig-killing vegetables only in the twelfth lunar month. Only when people cook pig-killing vegetables can they invite their father to dinner, so that their father can secretly bring him the remaining pig bones back to make soup and stew!"

He did not add any extra emotion to this sentence, but just told it.

But as the saying goes, when the feelings are strong, it is a breeze.

The more you tell such a past story in this plain way, the more shocking it is.

Yao Dangbing's eyes were red in his touch: "Teacher Wang, are you talking about the friend you are talking about?"

"I once heard Manager Xu mention your teenager. He said that your parents suffered injustice and were sent to Northeast China. As a result, you lost your mother at a young age and was driven by your father - your father is such a great father!"

The friend Wang Yi mentioned is definitely not himself.

It's his father.

This is really the real thing his grandfather did for his father back then.

Without him answering, Yao Dangbing himself already had the answer.

And he also extended the answer down and said, "Mr. Qiao, I understand."

"Your mother was a chef for the boat owner back then. She must have packed up some of the remaining chicken bones from other people and brought them back to make soup for you and stewed sweet potato noodles. So the noodles are so delicious, right?"

"No wonder you would be so angry when you heard our section chief say that your mother secretly brought chicken soup to your house. Mrs. Qiao is a self-reliant and upright lesbian. How could she do such a thing?"

Joe Security didn't answer.

He closed his eyes and pondered for a moment, opened his eyes and sighed, "The love of parents for their children is the most sincere feeling in the world!"

"In my early years, I read the famous book "The Return of the Condor Heroes" by Hong Kong novelist Mr. Jin Yong. I saw him mention a poem at the beginning of the poem 'What is love in the world, and it is to teach people to agree with each other'."

"Mr. Jin Yong is very talented, and I admire him very much, but he has never experienced the pure love of his parents for his children, unreserved love."

"If you experience this kind of love, you will know that life and death are nothing. The true 'love' is the love between parents and their children. They do not let their children agree with their own life and death. They just want to let their children live, live well, and live healthy and self-esteem!"

Wang Yi said: "So some people say that parents' love for their children is nature, and children's love for their parents is human nature."

Qiao An laughed at this and said to Yao Dangbing: "Please help me out and buy a bottle of wine. I want the best wine in the county."

"Mr. Wang's words just now are so clear. I have traveled around the world and seen many places in my life, but I have never heard such insightful words!"

"It must be clear!"

Yao went out on the army.

The smile on Qiao An's face disappeared immediately. He leaned on the window with some melancholy and looked into the sky through the window.

The autumn is clear and the sky is clear and white clouds are blue.

Then he asked Wang Yi, "Did your father do the story you just told you?"

Wang Yi had not had time to answer.

Qiao An said to himself: "Then your father is such a great person. No wonder he can cultivate an amazing you."

"He not only wants you to eat enough, but also does his best to protect your self-esteem and make you confident and proud as you grow up."

"Same as my mother!"

"But my experience is completely different from yours. After all, you live in the New China, and the people still have to live with more dignity."

"This is not the case in the old society," he smiled and shook his head. "The owner's chicken bones will not be brought home by the slaves and helpers. People have many vicious dogs, so they have to feed the dogs with chicken bones and pig bones."
To be continued...