Chapter 1201: Little lady, I really have a long face for your husband

Lu Zhishan squeezed her hand and said with a smile: "If you hear this from a master in another hospital, the master may not be sad."
"Hey, hey. Master Fu cooks deliciously naturally," Mu Nanzhi remembered having eaten the squirrel mandarin fish and the eight treasure duck for two meals, and squinted and smiled. While pursing his lips, he made up his mind to praise the master at home. You can lift your eyes and see a stall selling sugar porridge by the road. The praise at the mouth changed, "But no matter how good the master chef's dishes are, they won't make such roadside snacks. Even if the master chefs can make them, they will definitely not have this flavor, and such a snack would be The small alleys that have to come out are eating to be delicious! "
Lu Zhishan followed Mu Nanzhi's sight. Also look at the old granny who sells sugar porridge. The sixty-year-old man was fat for nothing, and his sparse silver hair was combed neatly in the back of his head. There was a jasmine flower sticking to the round bun. At this time, the grandma was bowing herself to serve the guests with sugar porridge. That jasmine was swaying in the evening wind, on the table behind. A pot of jasmine is blooming, I wonder if it's because of the pot of jasmine. Lu Zhishan felt that the air was extremely fragrant.
"Hey, do you want to drink sugar porridge?" Lu Zhishan asked, but did not wait for Mu Nanzhi to answer, and then pulled Mu Nanzhi straight to the sugar porridge stall. Sit down, holding Mu Nanzhi, while sitting down, and then said to the grandma: "Ah, what kind of porridge do you have?"
The grandmother came over, took a bowl in her hand, and said something to Lu Zhishan and Mu Nanzhi Dou Lai. It should be in Suzhou dialect. Lu Zhishan and Mu Nanzhi naturally did not understand. When frowning, a young man dressed as a scholar next to him put down the porridge in his hand and said to Lu Zhishan with a smile: "Is the guest officer a foreigner? Don't you understand our Suzhou dialect? It's delicious, it's worth a taste. "
"Thank you very much." Lu Zhishan nodded to the young man, and then sold porridge to the grandma. It was difficult for the grandma to understand, so the young man said a Suzhou word to the grandma, and the grandma nodded. He looked at Lu Zhishan and Mu Nanzhi with a smile, and then bent over and filled the porridge.
"I want two bowls of porridge for you." The young man said to Lu Zhishan.
"Thank you." Lu Zhishan was so busy that he thanked the young man again.
The grandmother filled two bowls full of osmanthus wine brewed congee and put them in front of the two. Maybe Mu Nanzhi was too beautiful. The grandmother looked at Mu Nanzhi for a while, but she did not see Mu Nanzhi. Sorry, then the grandma turned around and folded one of the jasmine flowers on the table and sent it to Mu Nanzhi. Maybe she knew that Mu Nanzhi couldn't understand the Suzhou dialect, and she didn't say anything, but she reached for the jasmine. On Mu Nanzhi's hair, then smiled and touched Mu Nanzhi's face, then turned and served porridge to other guests.
Mu Nanzhi was surprised for a while, then felt embarrassed. He looked at Luzhishan and was at a loss.
"The grandma was so beautiful when she was young. She had a flower on her head. Now she is older, but she is getting more beautiful. She still wears flowers every day, but her grandmother is so angry that she does not admit that others are more beautiful than her. "The young man looked aside, and couldn't help but laughed. He seemed to be afraid that Tang suddenly broke Mu Nanzhi and didn't dare to look at it. He just said to Lu Zhishan. . "
Lu Zhishan was naturally happy, even with a taste of wine that was not used to eating. At this time, he felt very delicious when he ate it in his mouth. He got to Mu Nanzhi's ears and said with a smile: "Little lady, I really give your husband a long face. . "