Chapter 1272

There is a couplet hanging on the wall next to the place where they are sitting: the ancient city post station has true friendship, and the western region Sichuan cuisine has pure taste.

This Sichuan restaurant is owned by a family of Sichuan people. They have settled in Yancheng for more than ten years, and their restaurants are all they have.

Since ancient times, many people will send their homesickness to food, food, has gradually become an indispensable culture in people's life.

Chef is the father of this family, a middle-aged man over 50 years old, with a family of four wandering outside.

From a little-known restaurant to a well-known restaurant in this area, some old customers come here from time to time, and even some people admire its high quality and low price.

Although it has been decorated for several times, the saying "the ancient city post station is really sincere, and the western regions Sichuan cuisine is pure in taste" has been hanging in this shop for more than ten years. Maybe, this is the spiritual support of the family.

"Good evening. How many, please?"

The waitress came towards them with a smile, holding the cleaned and installed tableware.

"Two."

Tan Wenhan said.

"OK, this is tableware and this is hot water. Be careful. May I take your order, please

Put down the tableware, the waitress brought a large bowl of hot water for the diners to iron the tableware to ensure the hygiene of the tableware. At the same time, like magic, she didn't know where to take out a menu.

"Yes."

"Yes, please order."

After taking over the menu, Tan Wenhan quickly picked out some of his favorite foods, but he didn't bother to ask Murong Lin's advice

"Do you have any foods to avoid?"

"Ah? Oh! No, anything. "

Xia Xiaoran is staring at a painting on the wall at this time, a little embarrassed to reply.

"That's all!"

Tan Wenhan handed the menu to the waiter, who bowed slightly and left.

Along Murong Lin's line of sight, I saw an oil painting hanging there. In the painting, there was an old man with a headscarf and a water bowl.

Obviously, this is a high imitation of Luo Zhongli's father. Although the level of painting is far less than that of Luo Zhongli's original painting, people who want to see it will still be moved.

At this time, Murong Lin's heart is a mixture of five flavors.

"Father" has always been her favorite work. The simple farmer in the painting is the author's silent gratitude to his father and the cultivation of the land all the year round.

With the whole picture, thick oil paint and delicate brushwork, it creates a sincere, simple and honest father picture.

Even if there are no gorgeous colors and grand scenes, the author still portrays the old man in a rigorous and simple way, fine but not greasy, plump and moist way.

Xia Xiaoran suddenly thinks of Murong Lin's father.

When I was a child, my father would take me to play with mud and snowball fights, and let me sit on his shoulder and look into the distance, while my mother would look at them with a smile. In those days, I was happy and free.

Later, I went to high school, and the economy was in recession. My family's tobacco and alcohol business couldn't go on, and I still owed a lot of debt. My father, who had never smoked or drunk before, began to drink all day, making alcohol paralyze his nerves.

Sometimes I get drunk, and when I get home, I beat and scold myself and my mother for all kinds of troubles in life.

In the past, the gentle father is no longer there. Instead, he is now a weak and cruel father, who is bullying, bowing to the power outside, and venting his anger at home.

Xia Xiaoran's voice seems to be blocked by something, and her whole life becomes extremely uncomfortable. She slowly moves her eyes away from the painting, only to find that Tan Wenhan is staring at herself. When she is found, she immediately moves her eyes away like nobody else, and then says faintly:

"What's the matter, eat it!"

Then Murong Lin found out that there were several delicious dishes on the table.

Don't think about it. My heart to my family has already died. What's the meaning of thinking about it. Since he was sold to a human trafficker by that man, didn't he not care for a long time? Just live your own life, right?

Xia Xiaoran slowly calmed her mood. In fact, she is not so fragile now. The soul of Xia Xiaoran in her body gives the body the most strength.

If it was Murong Lin who was weak in the past, she would have been unable to stick to it for a long time. Now Murong Lin is different. Her heart is much stronger than the original one.

After a look at the dishes on the table, there is a bowl of Mapo Tofu beside it. The Milky tofu squatted neatly on the plate, and the red chili sauce covered the whole plate, which looked like a burning flame.

There are some crisp and tender minced meat in the middle. The green scallions are scattered on the plate, just like the green leaves, setting off the bright red flowers in full bloom. It's really mouth watering.

Xia Xiaoran's stomach immediately began to cry, regardless of those messy things in her mind, she grabbed chopsticks and ate them.

The smell of pepper mixed with bursts of spicy, nostrils immediately fascinated by this smell. This bean curd is like fire. Murong Lin only feels that her blood is about to boil. Those sad past have already been swept away by this spicy force. Tan Wenhan, on the other side, was more gentle. He slowly put a piece of tofu in his mouth and dipped it in some hot sauce. Then he gently put it into his mouth and chewed it slowly. The fresh tofu passed through his mouth, smooth and refreshing. They sat face-to-face and did not speak. They ate their own food. In fact, they both knew that after the meal, their fate interacted with each other. They didn't know it clearly, but they had their own thoughts. Therefore, although the meal was silent, it was not embarrassing. After eating, they went out of the restaurant. In the city at night, standing at the other end of the noise and traffic, the blooming neon lights weave the beauty of the night, but can not erase the dim color in the heart. The city is listening to the deepest part of people's hearts in the wine glasses gently shaken by men and women's hands. It is used to the vague color in front of people's eyes, which flows slowly in the memory. But Murong Lin's state of mind at this time is extremely calm, although she does not know where her future will go, but she does not have too much worry. Because she knew that it was useless to worry about her own fate, which was not in her own hands now, so she might as well let it be. With Tan Wenhan on his Audi A6, they go to the temporary residence arranged for her by Tan Wenhan. From tomorrow, my new life will be opened. There is no night in this city. The noise of vehicles and the boundless glare of street lights have forgotten the memories of the night in the countryside. Looking up, the moon in the sky is only half of the full moon. The dim light echoes the neon light on the ground, telling each other the loneliness of the palace and the prosperity of the world. The dim moonlight made the sky gray. Due to the influence of vision, muronglin feels that the sky is the highest in her position, and the sky far away from her sight disappears on the horizon, giving people the illusion that the whole sky is like a huge yurt. Xia Xiaoran only felt that the huge yurt covered the earth tightly, so oppressed that people could not breathe. And Tan Wenhan is now focusing on driving the car, visual front, not like Murong Lin's leisure to look around.