20 years of spring breeze

Chapter 720 The Mosque on Seventh Avenue

(The title of this chapter is just for commemoration. Seventh Avenue no longer exists. I used to live there for four months)
When the two of them came out of the palace, it was already dark.

The two were kicked out, and the museum was closed.Walked around for over two hours.

The two took a taxi on the side of the road, Xiaowei said: "I feel that this place is not as big as the Fengtian Forbidden City, so it takes about the same time."

Chen Hui said: "There are a lot of things to see here, but the other side is big, and no one is allowed to enter, just go all the way forward, it must be faster than this side."

A taxi drove over, Xiaowei stretched out his hand to stop the taxi, Chen Hui squatted down on the ground and burst out laughing, Xiaowei took a closer look, the driver who sent the two people over was sitting in the car and looked at him leisurely.

Xiaowei said: "What's the fate, such a coincidence?"

The driver twitched his face and said, "Aren't you going to walk back to save some money?"

Xiaowei got into the car and asked, "Aren't you changing shifts?"

The driver said: "Change, I have something to do with the shift, let me drive a little longer. Where are you going?"

Chen Hui "climbed" into the car, still laughing non-stop, Xiaowei said: "Changchun Hotel, over there to the Imperial Garden."

The driver raised his eyebrows: "What are you doing there?"

Xiaowei looked at the driver in confusion: "Brother, you drive a taxi and don't care where the guests go?"

The driver started the car and started on the road, saying, "There are no cheap shops over there. Why are you two going there? You are not allowed to visit that place."

Chen Hui asked: "Brother, do you have any delicious introductions for Xidu?"

The driver thought for a while and said, "It's expensive. Go eat Korean cold noodles. It's a good deal. A bowl of noodles costs three yuan, and you can get several dishes."

Chen Hui patted the seat and said, "Seriously, what's delicious here."

The driver said: "That's a lot, eight big bowls, butcher dishes, dog meat restaurant, barbecue restaurant, spring pancakes, big pancakes, roast goose, dumplings, halal Shaomai sheep soup restaurant, Yuanshengju halal hot pot, really different sauced meat , Daokou Roasted Chicken, Dabian Stove Sauerkraut Pot, Guobao, Maozi Western Food, Small Japanese Restaurant, Deer Eaters, Clam Eaters, Big Bones, what do you want to eat?"

Chen Hui said to Xiaowei: "Why don't we come to a halal hall?"

Xiaowei said, "Okay, just go to the halal hall."

The driver said, "Let me tell you earlier, the mosque restaurant on Qima Road is authentic and not expensive. It's all over."

Xiaowei said: "It's okay, let's transfer back. You haven't eaten yet, have you? Let's have some."

The driver turned his head and looked at Xiaowei: "Aren't you saving money? Is that enough to charter a plane?"

Chen Hui laughed loudly, and Xiao Wei said, "Why don't you invite us two? I'll deduct from your fifty miles, okay?"

The driver looked outside and turned around, and said: "Come on, the three of us can't get out even if we eat something good. If we can't go, let's have a bowl of soup and eat a flower roll?" Hanamaki.

Chen Hui was stunned for a moment, and asked Xiaowei: "Which place Li Weibing and the others mentioned are Qima Road, right?"

Xiaowei said: "Yes, I just don't know if it is a place. How long is this Qima Road?"

The driver said: "It's quite long. There's a lot of food here. There's a restaurant with cold noodle and dog meat. It's delicious. This is the halal restaurant. It's authentic. By the way, the hotel here is cheap. Don't you two stay?"

Chen Hui asked, "How much?"

The driver said: "Two or 31 people, that's the price. If you can talk, you and the boss have a good talk. They are all opened by everyone's house."

Chen Hui asked Xiaowei: "Is it so cheap? So much cheaper than Fengtian?"

Xiaowei said: "One bed. Everyone lives in one room, one bed for each person, and a shared bathroom."

The driver said, "That house is big, with only four beds in one room. It is clean and washed every day."

Chen Hui said, "I'll just say it. I can't live. How can I live in a room with someone else? Can I fall asleep?"

The car turned around and entered a small street. There were small shops on the side of the road, and there were more people. It looked very lively.

The halal restaurant that the driver said had a small face, just a small restaurant, with two blue covers hanging beside the blue and white sign, and light bulbs with low wattage were lit inside the covers.As the breeze blows, the blue silk pendant under the cover swings in the wind, and the light bulbs magnify the shadow onto the wall on the ground. With the cooperation of colors, a ghostly atmosphere is cleverly created.

There are two narrow doors facing each other, and the smell of mutton wafts out from inside, which can be smelled from a distance.

There are a few old tables in the store, covered with tablecloths cut from very old floor leather, and two fluorescent lamps are lit on the heads, which flicker from time to time amidst the humming current.The walls are also mottled, with light yellow and dark brown watermarks, and there are paintings full of curved line-shaped characters hanging on them, so they are called paintings.The background is very beautiful, the building with the arc-shaped roof, the crooked moon stands on it, and the starry night sky.

"What's next?"

The boss is a greasy fat man, wearing a four-cornered dark blue national hat, which can't even cover the top of his head, but it just doesn't fall off, and he looks very anxious.Greasy hair, greasy beard, greasy face and hands, greasy smile.

The driver sat down generously, took out cigarettes for everyone, and said: "Pick the best ones, and serve the delicious ones, and hurry up. Anyway, it's just the three of us."

The fat and greasy boss cracked his mouth, smiling so much that the oil on his face was squeezed out: "mutton, lamb liver, siu mai, lamb jiaozi, haggis soup, old soup made from big lamb bones, white milk, sprinkle Serve with scallions and some coriander. Do you want it?"

Xiaowei said: "Okay, let's go, hurry up. Let's hold the sheep again, okay?"

The boss raised his eyebrows and said, "Yo, yo, yo, shoubayang, I want to sing next time."

Chen Hui said: "Do they all talk like this? Or is it just him talking?"

The driver took a sip of his cigarette, squinted his eyes and said, "Come on, he's talking more eloquently than you in another place. This is a business requirement, so I have to create something different. What are you laughing at? I said Isn’t it right? Come on, come here and brag about being awesome.”

The boss smiled and waved his hand.

A young ethnic woman with big money and big eyes came out from behind and whispered to the boss, the driver said: "That's his wife, she really can't speak Chinese, their ethnicity seems to control women It's so strict that we can't understand it."

Chen Hui looked around and said, "This shop doesn't look very clean, why don't you clean it up?"

The driver said: "Why not? Isn't it the same for all restaurants now? Can you clean up every day? It's fine as long as things are ready."

The driver told the truth. At the beginning of the 90s, not only the small private restaurants, but also the larger state-owned restaurants were like this. No one cared about it, and the diners didn’t care. Those who run restaurants don't care. People at this time don't have that awareness, the awareness of the environment.

(End of this chapter)