Bringing my kids to set up stalls, I made thousands of people cry with envy

Chapter 313 It’s delicious, oh my god!
It was six o'clock in the morning and it was already bright.

The interior of the funeral home cafeteria was still dark. The rows of incandescent light bulbs were a bit old and would flash from time to time.

The stall was still deserted.

Occasionally a customer would pass by, but they would basically just glance at the sign and immediately turn around and leave.

Su Chen held the soup spoon in his hand and didn't care.

It's just a week's work anyway, so if there's no business, I'd just enjoy myself.

"Please come over here to pick up your steamed buns and fried dough sticks—"

"There is mung bean porridge, which is refreshing and refreshing—"

The shouting sounds from other stalls drifted in, somewhat weakly.

After all, it’s a bit confusing to go to work early in the morning, so it’s pretty good that Soul can stay here.

soon.

Family members came in one after another with canteen meal tickets in their hands, all of them with red and swollen eyes and dark circles.

It looks like I'll just have to keep watch all night.

An old man wearing a vest with white stripes on it walked to the steamed bun stall with a yawn and a distracted look in his eyes.

"Come here, four vegetable buns, sniff... sniff... wait! What's that smell?"

When Su Chen saw the uncle glancing over here, he couldn't help but laugh in his heart.

You can't bear it anymore.

This meat sauce is the result of freshly made frying for an hour or so. Three kinds of chili peppers are used, and the Litsea cubeba is freshly ground, with an irresistible aroma.

He deliberately lifted the lid on the meat sauce, and the aroma of burnt meat exploded, throwing a scent nuclear bomb directly into the restaurant.

"Would you like a bowl? Freshly cooked bone soup and freshly made meat sauce."

The time was ripe, Su Chen shouted.

When the uncle heard this, his Adam's apple rolled and the meal ticket was crumpled into a piece of dried pickled vegetable in his hand.

"This this?"

I heard that among the breakfast items in this cafeteria, only the vegetable buns are slightly better.

But the rice noodles seem to be pretty good.

The uncle's eyes moved back and forth between the two stalls.

Finally, he walked towards Su Chen.

Looking closer, I saw more than a dozen seasoning jars arranged in a military formation on the chopping board.

The most eye-catching thing is the big bowl of sauce-colored meat sauce. The greasy meat particles are stuck with chili seeds, and the red oil underneath is enough to reflect a person's reflection.

"Okay, let's have a bowl."

Su Chen took the meal ticket.

Pick up the bamboo colander, and let the snow-white rice noodles rise and fall in the bone soup. Put mint leaves on the bottom of the imitation porcelain bowl and pour the boiling hot sour bone soup on it.

When the first spoonful of meat sauce was added to the rice noodles, the uncle's pupils trembled.

The brown meat pieces and the crispy fried pork lard float in the sour soup. The pepper oil poured on top rolls out a golden edge on the edge of the bowl. It is steaming hot and the aroma rushes straight to your head.

As for the small condiments such as crushed peanuts, shredded mustard tuber, grandma's vegetables, sesame seeds, chopped green onions, etc., it depends on the customer's needs.

"Your bowl of noodles is really good."

Master Kong, who had nothing to do, watched the whole process and immediately felt the difference.

The rice noodles made by Xiao Xu were not only watery but also a bit sticky and did not taste as good as slurping noodles. He had eaten it once before and it tasted like crystal mud and it became swollen halfway through.

The taste is not bad, just ordinary, and you can eat it with your hands.

But as soon as Su Chen's bowl of rice noodles came out of the pot, it won so much just by looking at its appearance.

As for the taste, there is no doubt that it must be delicious just by smelling the aroma.

"It smells so good. When there are fewer people around, can you make me a bowl?"

Master Kong is greedy.

One advantage of those who cook in the canteen is that they never lack food.

Noodles, fried rice, buns and the like, you can just eat them and no one will say anything. It can be considered a tacit benefit for the chefs.

"no problem."

Su Chen said as he handed the freshly prepared臊子面 to the uncle.

The uncle held the bowl carefully. There was a lot of noodles and sauce.

I didn't expect it to be so fragrant and solid! !
Let's eat a little first. The uncle picked up the chopsticks, mixed it, picked up the wide noodles and put them into his mouth.

I am Cao!

As soon as the rice noodles entered his mouth, the uncle's heart was filled with joy.

Is this wide noodles?

So what kind of pig food did I eat before?
The aroma of rice mixed with the臊子肉酱 is so harmonious that it goes straight to the back of your throat.

If you chew it a little, the aroma will be enhanced to a higher level, it is simply intoxicating and the taste is unparalleled!

The uncle was completely intoxicated and slurped another large spoonful of wide noodles into his mouth.

The wide noodles were slippery, with the richness of the sour soup, and the aroma of the burnt meat exploded on the tip of his tongue. He ate so much that sweat broke out on his forehead, but he couldn't stop eating.

huh-huh-

He blew and spit, not caring that the soup splashed onto the white cloth on his chest.

I must have another bowl!

The uncle made a decision while chewing.

At this moment, a sinister voice sounded from behind.

"Dad, why did it take you so long to buy a bun? What are you going to eat?"

A young man floated over like a ghost, his eyes full of murderous intent.

what! ! !
The uncle was startled and almost dropped the bowl in his hand.

"Oh my god! This is a funeral home, you little bastard, why are you walking without making any sound?"

"If I walk with a sound, they won't catch my dad hiding here and eating!"

The young man was depressed, because he had clearly agreed to buy some buns and go back, but his father actually hid it from him and showed off the wide noodles here!
There is no place where you can’t eat wide noodles!

The eulogy will be read out at the mourning hall soon, and relatives and friends are still waiting.

"No, my son, try this wide noodle, it's absolutely amazing! It's so delicious!"

The uncle handed over the remaining rice noodles and motioned for the child to take a bite.

"I will not eat!"

The young man rolled his eyes, feeling a little tired.

"Really? You believe in me! Just take a bite! If it doesn't taste good, you can twist my head off and kick it like a ball!"

"I'm not exaggerating, this is the best wide noodles I've ever had in my life."

The uncle was swearing and swearing.

This attitude confused the young man.

"No, Dad! You don't have a fever, do you? You're not possessed by an evil spirit, or someone is possessing you. Why are you still speaking the language of young people?"

"Take a taste!"

Seeing his father's firm attitude, the young man began to have some doubts in his heart.

So he took the wide noodles with half belief and picked up a piece with chopsticks.

After eating this, the young man was also very happy!
I have the same soul-searching question as the uncle: Is this wide noodles?
It’s so delicious too!
Every time you chew it, you can feel the aroma rolling in your nose and mouth.

The freshness and fragrance go into the bones, and the numbness goes into the stomach.

After one bite, the mouth, nasal cavity and esophagus all become clear.

The uncle was amused when he saw his son's expression and gave a mischievous smile.

"It's delicious, right? I knew you couldn't stand it. Go to the door and exchange a meal ticket for me. I, your father, am not full yet!"

Boy: ...

Finally I understand why they had to drag him into this. It turns out he was just thinking about his meal ticket.

Rice noodles are very watery and not as easy to eat as steamed buns.

However, in front of delicious food, he surrendered just like his father.

There was not even the slightest consciousness of resistance.

Just close your eyes, tilt your head, and let it go.

It doesn’t matter whether it’s auspicious or not. At most, I can just read the condolences for grandpa faster later.

Just eat the noodles.

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(End of this chapter)