The Noodles Were so Hot That They Made My Little Educated Youth Cry.

>Shanghai educated youth Chen Mo missed the special train back to the city. >In order to save the production team leader who called him a "bourgeois weakling", he was half buried by a collapsed earth cliff. >The last thing he saw before he passed out was the red eyes of village girl He He. >When I woke up, the branch secretary was smoking a dry cigarette: "The daughter of the He family has warmed you for three nights. You must marry her." >He threw the wine and said: "Sooner or later I have to go back to Shanghai!" >Until one rainy night after work, he opened the porcelain bowl on the stove—— >The spicy food was wrapped in wide noodles, and her red fingers curled up in the steaming heat. >When he was sweating profusely from eating, he heard her ask in a low voice: "How does what I cook... Compare to Shanghai Yangchun Noodles?" >Later on the night when the commune sent the notice to return to the city, heavy rain washed away the granary. >Chen Mo ran home against the crowd of refugees and saw He He standing on tiptoe using a pickled vegetable vat to hold down the leaking tarpaulin on the roof. >She turned around and smiled: "Why are you panicking? The noodles are still warm in the pot."