I Opened a Restaurant in Ancient Times

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The red sauce flows down the crystal white rice rolls, revealing the fillings inside. The hot air and the aroma hit you in the face, making your mouth water.

　　Chu Yizhou took the chopsticks handed to him by Su Tian, ​​but was hesitant to pick up the chopsticks. He looked deeply at the rice noodle roll with his slightly cloudy eyes and pursed his lips, as if he was recalling the past through it.

　　"Master, please try it. It won't taste good if it gets cold." Seeing that the master didn't move for a long time, Su Tian had to remind him.

　　"Oh...oh, okay." Yan Yizhou blinked a few times and reached out to pick up a rice noodle roll with chopsticks.

　　The rice noodle roll is very thin and elastic, trembling on the chopsticks. Put it in your mouth and take a light bite. The soft and delicate taste flows between your lips and teeth. The warm rice noodle roll carries the freshness of the sauce and the filling, which constantly hits the taste buds. It slides directly into the throat without much chewing, without any effort, and is very suitable for people with bad teeth.

　　"Hmm..." Yan Yizhou couldn't help but sigh, "It actually has some of the flavors I experienced when I traveled to Qingyuan County..."

　　"Qingyuan County? Master, have you ever been to Qingyuan County?" Su Wenchen swallowed a mouthful of rice rolls and asked curiously with blinking eyes.

　　Yan Yizhou put down his chopsticks and nodded lovingly: "That was a long time ago...but the scene at that time seems to be still in front of me..."

　　As he spoke, he picked out some interesting things and told them in detail to the two children. I don't know whether it was for telling stories or for reminiscing about the past time.

　　He spoke slowly and told the story of the past in a fascinating way. Every word seemed to contain a piece of the past. Not only Su Wen'an and Su Wenchen were fascinated by what he said, but even Su Tian and Song Lan couldn't help but breathe softly.

　　But the more Song Lan listened, the more familiar it seemed. How come this experience... was so similar to that of the brilliant and high-spirited Mr. Huaishu back then?

Speaking of Mr. Huai Shu, it has been nearly twenty years since then. He became famous with a poem "Jing Qiu Fu" and has been the best in the capital ever since. However, Mr. Huai Shu disappeared like a flash in the pan not long after, leaving only a few copies for people to read.

　　Song Lan frowned and thought about it carefully. It seemed that there was indeed a description in Mr. Huai Shu's "Travels to Huaishu" that was very similar to what Yan Yizhou said. He hesitated, as if he had thought of something and felt a little uneasy.

　　"Excuse me, Master, when did you go to Qingyuan County?" Song Lan couldn't help but ask when Yan Yizhou stopped to drink tea.

　　Yan Yizhou narrowed his eyes and pointed at the table with his finger: "About... about the summer of the 28th year of Yuanyong... I remember that summer was particularly hot."

　　The 28th year of Yuanyong? If I remember correctly... Mr. Huaishu seemed to have gone to Qingyuan County at that time. Is it a coincidence?

　　Song Lan nodded, restrained his expression and stopped asking questions, but he felt confused, as if something passed by his eyes but he couldn't catch it. He was stunned for a long time.

　　After chatting with Yan Yizhou for a while, it was almost noon. Seeing a trace of fatigue on the teacher's face, Su Tian realized that he had been bothering him for a long time, so he took the three of them to say goodbye to him.