Chapter 1230

His shoulders were soaked by the ice and snow, and his hair at the back was dyed white by the wind and snow. Yang Ming frowned slightly, and then looked around for a place where he could avoid the snow.

"Yes."

What comes into view is a black door with a maid pattern painted on it, and a small wooden sign hanging on it.

——"Demae Itcho Restaurant".

When did such a restaurant open here? Yang Ming tried hard to think about it in his mind, but unfortunately he couldn't think clearly. What happened in the past and what didn't happen? Many memories have disappeared with time and age, or they have been intertwined and mixed into a mud.

Speaking of which, he hadn't eaten dinner yet, so he was really hungry. He held the golden door handle and twisted it gently.

"Ding-dang--" the crisp sound of the bell rang, and the brightness pouring from inside the door made Yang Ming, who had been wandering in the night, unconsciously squint his eyes.

"Welcome!" A girl's voice came from inside, "Do you want to order food?"

The restaurant is not very large, but it is clean and warm, and the lighting is soft and has a yellowish warm tone.

There are some green plants dotted in the corners, and a flower stand is placed near the door. There are several pots of vibrant unknown flowers on it. The light green color matches the background very well, making people feel happy just looking at it.

There were several tables of customers sitting in twos and threes in the store. Yang Ming chose a seat in the corner and sat down. Then the girl who didn't know whether she was the store manager or the waiter just came over with a menu.

"This is the menu. Please take your time and read it. I'll be back to take your order shortly."

"Um."

There was a cup of warm boiled water placed on the table with the menu. Yang Ming picked it up and took a sip. When he looked at the menu again, he raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"It's actually handwritten."

The text is neat and straight, with almost the same spacing between words. There are also cursive English annotations underneath, which seems to reveal the meticulous character of the person who wrote it.

The dishes on the menu are very complex. Kung Pao chicken and twice-cooked pork are followed by tempura and red wine steak. It makes people feel a little bit surprised that this restaurant is very creative, but the illustrations in the corners of the menu are quite exquisite. , he unknowingly flipped through the entire menu and turned to the first page again.

"What should I eat?" There were so many choices that it was hard to know where to start. Yang Ming's eyes wandered scatteredly on the paper until they stopped somewhere on the menu.

""Egg Fried Rice"? "He couldn't help but feel in a trance.

"I haven't had this for a long time." The moment he saw the name, Yang Ming confirmed it without thinking, "Boss, please bring me an egg fried rice."

"Okay!" The girl's clear voice responded to him.

Maybe it's because people like to be nostalgic as they get older. Sitting on the soft seat, his thoughts unconsciously flew to the summer when he was thirteen years old.

At that time, he got the system in the world of Naruto, which changed his ordinary life.

The words I said and the things I did back then are still vivid in my mind to this day.

It's strange to say that I can't remember many things clearly as I get older, but these things are like pearls in the gravel, washed away cleanly by the waves of time, shining in the corners of my memory, and with them Every detail is moving.

Of course Yang Ming didn't know how to cook at that time. He had just gotten the system and was cooking step by step according to the recipes.

Until the end, the only dish Yang Ming could make was beef ramen and then egg fried rice.

That should be regarded as the simplest cooking Yang Ming knows, right? It seems like everyone knows how to stir-fry rice and eggs. But after following the systematic steps to make it, it has a light, tender and delicious aroma, and is not greasy at all. It seems to have a happy and gentle light. Even a picky person like Yang Ming can happily eat a big bowl. .

However, in other places, it is difficult to eat the kind of egg fried rice you make.

The egg fried rice in many restaurants is annoyingly greasy, and the eggs are eggs and the rice is rice. They don't blend together at all, which is far different from the egg fried rice made by Yang Ming himself.

Yang Ming couldn't help but regret a little. Why did he order egg fried rice? No matter what, it couldn't be comparable to the taste in his memory, right?

"Egg fried rice is here! I kept you waiting for so long!" The girl who just asked him what he wanted to eat came back with a plate of golden egg fried rice.

"It looks pretty good."

It is the most common type of egg fried rice. It is only a combination of eggs, rice and chopped green onion, without the burden of ham or chicken. But there are no eggs at all on the white plate, only golden rice grains piled together, like heavy ears of rice after the autumn harvest.

Yang Ming picked up the spoon and gently scooped up a spoonful. Wisps of refreshing fragrance floated over, and not even the slightest smell of oil could be smelled.

"Is this... egg fried rice?"

The moment you take the egg fried rice into your mouth, the grainy texture is simply amazing. The aroma of eggs and chopped green onions are evenly blended together, creating a unique flavor with the warm aroma of rice.

"Delicious……"

Golden, green, and white, three completely different colors blend together to create a clear and delicious taste.

It's hard to imagine that a simple egg fried rice can be so delicious. From the tip of the tongue to the base of the tongue, and then down the throat and esophagus to the stomach, the body that has been sleeping for a long time is gradually awakened by the shouts.

"What a nostalgic taste..." Yang Ming closed his eyes and savored the familiar taste in his mouth.

To say that it is familiar is actually not quite right. The bowl in front of me is obviously beyond the cooking skills of the street stall chef. However, due to the beautification of memory, this egg fried rice overlaps with the one in memory.

"Hello!"

Suddenly, a familiar shout came from his ears. Yang Ming looked up and met a pair of all-too-familiar black eyes.

Yang Ming stood at the starting point for a long time, then smiled bitterly, trying to put away his illusory thoughts.

However, even though he wanted to restrain his thoughts, his brain was completely out of his control.

"Thank you for the egg fried rice. It's really delicious."

Yang Ming stood up. On the table in front of him was a clean plate that had been eaten away.

"Poor hospitality." Faced with the guest's compliment, the girl lowered her head in embarrassment, "Welcome to visit again!"

The snow came and went quickly. When he went out, there was no trace of the blizzard that seemed to flood the entire city just now.

Before and after passing through the door of the restaurant, Yang Ming's mood has changed greatly.

"Where to go next?"