1984: Starting from a bankrupt Sichuan restaurant

Chapter 184 The Spirit of Youthful Chivalry—Nothing Could Be More Exquisite! (Monthly Tickets: 1333)

"Yes, yes, yes." Zhou Yan nodded with a smile. This picture is a bit short.

The little guy is trying to trick his little savings with just two cents for an egg pancake.

"Would you like it sweet or savory?" the owner asked with a smile.

"Sweet!"

"Salty."

The brother and sister gave two answers.

"Brother, don't you eat sweets?" Zhou Momo turned around and looked at him.

"I want to add pork floss, and I want it salty." Zhou Yan nodded very firmly.

The little one ordered a sweet one, with fruit syrup and cream filling.

The flavors of egg pancakes nowadays aren't that outrageous, and the fillings are limited, with only four or five options to choose from.

The variety and absurdity of the fillings that have evolved into egg pancakes in later generations give people the illusion that anything can be made into an egg pancake.

Cream, jam, chocolate, Oreo, beef, pork floss, red bean paste, cowpeas, Lao Gan Ma chili sauce... If you can imagine it, you might just find it in those bowls of fillings.

After all, if they can add Lao Gan Ma chili sauce, what else is impossible?

It's so outrageous that it even surpasses the numerous types of tofu pudding from Jiaozhou.

To make egg pancakes, a small, flat-bottomed copper pan about the size of your palm is used.

Lifting the lid of the enamel basin, you'll find a golden-yellow batter inside. The owner picks up a spoon, scoops a spoonful of batter into a small copper pot, and with a gentle twist of his wrist, the batter spreads evenly in the pot, coating even the sides.

In no time, the batter expanded rapidly in the pot, and a sweet aroma wafted up with the steam, a blend of the fragrance of eggs and flour.

Zhou Momo stared longingly, swallowing her saliva countless times.

There are two honeycomb briquette stoves on the stall, which can make two egg pancakes at the same time.

After the golden-brown dough puffed up, the owner started adding ingredients, adding cream and jam, and then adding pork floss and cream, letting the heat of the egg skin heat up the filling.

Use tweezers to roll up the filling inside the golden-brown, crispy egg crepe. Then, place it in a pre-folded piece of parchment paper. This insulates it from the heat and keeps it from getting too hot, while also allowing a corner to stick out for easy eating.

"Four cents, here you go." Zhou Momo opened her small bag, took out four cents, and handed them to the shopkeeper.

"Okay, be careful when you eat it, it's a little hot." The owner smiled and handed him the egg pancake, his voice unconsciously becoming more cheerful.

Zhou Yan reached out and took the egg pancake with pork floss from him, blew on it twice, and took a bite.

Egg pancakes should be eaten hot. The outer layer of the egg pancake is fried until slightly crispy, while the inside is exceptionally tender. With one bite, the aroma of cream instantly fills your mouth, and the savory pork floss is the finishing touch, making it both fragrant and refreshing.

The taste is quite good.

A pretty good egg pancake.

Zhou Yan glanced at the appraisal results and found that they were basically consistent.

Zhou Momo, standing to the side, held the egg pancakes in both hands, blowing on them gently, and taking small bites like a little squirrel. Her eyes were sparkling, and her delicate eyebrows almost reached the sky. It was clear that she was enjoying her meal very much.

"Egg pancakes are delicious! They're sweet and have a milky flavor."

The little guy ate half of it in one go and even gave a few comments.

The little guy's eating manners were so cute and tempting that passersby stopped to watch and couldn't help but swallow their saliva. A young couple immediately came over and ordered two, and even the people sitting at the next stall eating wontons ordered one.

The shop owner beamed with joy, busy making egg pancakes while praising, "This little girl is so well-behaved, she's a lucky charm!"

As she spoke, she scooped a small handful of raisins with a small spoon, wrapped them in parchment paper, and handed them to Zhou Momo with a smile: "Here, take these raisins as a snack."

Zhou Momo didn't reach out, but looked up at Zhou Yan.

"The boss gave it to you in person, so take it." Zhou Yan nodded.

Zhou Momo happily accepted it, smiling and saying, "Thank you, boss."

"You're welcome, you'll come again next time," the shopkeeper replied.

"Okay." Zhou Momo put the raisins in her pocket and continued eating the egg pancake.

Zhou Yan took her to eat tofu pudding. He ordered a sweet version for her at Ganji Emei Tofu Pudding, while he ordered a version of Niuhua Tofu Pudding from the neighboring shop.

The owner of Ganji Tofu Pudding had a complicated expression. When they saw Zhou Momo sprinkling the raisins she brought with her on the tofu pudding, they all turned away, afraid they wouldn't be able to control themselves.

What can we do? The little one is so cute, it's perfectly reasonable for him to want some sweet tofu pudding, right?

The owner of the Niuhua Tofu Pudding shop next door was practically laughing his head off.

"Thank you, boss! Your tofu pudding is so delicious! I'll definitely come back next time." Zhou Momo picked up her bowl, licked the bottom clean, put it down, and praised the owner and his wife.

The boss and his wife immediately smiled, and all their lingering resentment disappeared.

The proprietress smiled and said, "You're welcome, dear, come again next time."

Zhou Yan paid the money, picked up Zhou Momo and put her in the car. He slowed down a bit when he rode past the Qiu family's old house.

This house will be his soon. Once he saves up 10,000 yuan, he'll immediately own a house in the city.

Looking at that braised food shop again, there were a few customers inside, carrying bags, who were obviously tourists.

A good port is like this; it can make up for any shortcomings in taste.

Zhou Yan pondered that once he acquired the property, the first thing he would do was to take back the shop when the lease expired, to prevent the braised food shop from ruining its reputation and causing him to have to spend energy to turn it around after he opened his own restaurant.

With a powerful push on the pedal, the bicycle shot off, accompanied by the children's song Zhou Momo was humming, heading out of the city onto the country road and towards Suji.

There weren't many large vehicles on the road, but there were quite a few bicycles coming and going.

A shuttle bus swayed past Zhou Yan, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Zhou Yan slowed down and reached out to cover Zhou Momo's face.

Suji is close to Jiaozhou and has a large factory like the Jiaozhou Textile Factory, making it one of the top-performing towns in Jiaozhou in terms of economy. It also has a large number of shady characters, many of whom are notorious for pickpocketing on buses. Therefore, many people who go to Suji, if they can afford it, ride their own bicycles.

It's tiring, but it's better than having your wallet stolen.

The police station has cracked down on them a few times, but with little effect, and they always reappear after a while.

In Zhou Yan's memory, Comrade Xiao Zhou also suffered once; his pocket was cut open with a razor blade while he was sleeping, and his wallet was stolen.

When he woke up, his wallet was still on his lap, but the eighty cents inside had been taken, leaving a note that read: "Such a big wallet holding eighty cents, you poor bastard!"

The red exclamation mark made eighteen-year-old Xiao Zhou feel extremely humiliated.

Zhou Yan could feel that anger and frustration in his memories.

It wasn't because the clothes were torn.

It was that sentence.

It's so insulting!

When Comrade Xiao Zhou got off the bus, he comforted himself: "I guess it's because I respect money. I didn't steal, I didn't rob, and I didn't do anything wrong."

Zhou Yan had experienced poverty, so he could empathize with her.

But I really wanted to laugh.

Even thieves in Sichuan and Chongqing are all Onmyoji (yin-yang masters), their magical skills are indeed among the best in the country, and most of them have a magical cloak that can be summoned at any time.

Zhou Yan rode his bike forward at a leisurely pace and saw the bus that had just passed parked on the side of the road, swaying from side to side with an unusual amplitude.

Of course... don't get the wrong idea. Normally, something like that wouldn't cause a bus with a capacity of 36 but an actual load of 63 to sway like that.

Besides, this isn't like the Third Brother's place; it's not that outrageous in broad daylight.

Passengers on bicycles also noticed the unusual activity on the bus and slowed down.

The car door opened, and a skinny young man flew out, landing face-first on the ground. Just as he yelped and was about to get up, another short, fat young man flew out and landed right on top of him.

Then a tall young man wearing a gray linen jacket got off the car, carrying a skinny young man in his hand as if he were a chick. He grinned at the two young men who were struggling to get up and pulling out folding knives from their pockets: "You stole from me, and you still dare to use a knife?"

"Hey, isn't that Ming? Is he catching a thief?!" Zhou Momo's eyes lit up as she pointed.

"It really is!" Zhou Yan's eyes lit up. The young man who got off the bus was his cousin Zhou Ming. It seemed that he had encountered a thief on the bus and had a conflict with him.

There were three people on the other side, and they were carrying knives. Although Zhou Yan knew that Zhou Ming had practiced martial arts since childhood, he didn't dare to just stand by and watch. He stopped his bicycle by the roadside, picked up Zhou Momo and put her aside, and instructed her, "Stand here and don't move!"

"Mmm!" Zhou Momo nodded, her eyes showing no fear, only excitement at catching the thief.

Zhou Yan glanced around and saw a wooden stick about the height of a person leaning against the door of a house by the roadside. He quickly went over and picked it up. It was just the right size to hold, and it was a bit heavy.

Having a suitable weapon in hand immediately calmed me down.

Zhou Yan rushed over with a stick, while Zhou Ming was still confronting the two thieves holding daggers.

Suddenly, a dark figure jumped out of the car, a cold glint in his hand, and lunged straight at Zhou Ming's back.

A gasp of surprise immediately erupted from the onlookers and the car.

"Ming-ge! Behind us!" Zhou Yan exclaimed in alarm.

Upon hearing the sound, Zhou Ming took half a step back and raised his arm to block the dagger that was thrusting straight at him.

A sharp dagger sliced ​​open his sleeve, and blood immediately gushed out.

The other two thieves also rushed forward, shouting, trying to take the opportunity to stab him twice.

"Damn!" Zhou Yan didn't know martial arts, but his physical fitness and explosive power were good. He rushed forward in three steps and smashed the tall, thin man on the back with his stick, knocking him to the ground. The man rolled around on the ground in pain.

Despite being stabbed in the arm, Zhou Ming's fighting ability was not affected in the slightest. The smile on his face disappeared, and a hint of ruthlessness appeared in his eyes.

Dodging two daggers that were thrust straight at him, Zhou Ming knocked the dagger away with a palm strike, then punched the man in the stomach, sending him flying and crashing onto the bus.

The man who had ambushed him slid to his knees with a thud, clutching his stomach and howling in pain.

"Ming-ge! Catch the stick!" Zhou Yan threw the stick over.

Zhou Ming caught the long stick, twirled it casually, and then charged towards the short, fat youth holding the dagger.

clap clap clap!
Three sticks.

A blow to the hand deformed the forearm, and the dagger flew out and embedded itself in the ground some distance away.

A blow to the leg produced the crisp sound of bones breaking, and the other person immediately knelt on the ground.

The last blow landed on his shoulder, and before he could even let out a scream, he collapsed face down, unconscious.

The man he had dragged off the car got up and tried to run away, but he was hit on the buttocks with a stick, causing the man to roll on the ground and howl in pain. He then hit the man's leg with the stick, rendering him immobile.

Zhou Yan was stunned. After being stabbed, Ming Ge's attack was incredibly ruthless.

Zhou Ming slammed his long stick into the ground, looked at Zhou Yan and laughed, "Little Yan, well done!"

Zhou Yan looked at him. His left hand was still dripping blood, but he didn't frown at all. His smile was cheerful and heroic.

A sentence suddenly popped into his mind: "The youth relies on danger as if it were flat ground, and leans alone on his long sword to brave the clear autumn."

A young swordsman, none could be more perfect than this!
In the blink of an eye, all four knife-wielding thieves were subdued.

The onlookers and passengers on the bus cheered and applauded.

"Brother! Brother Ming! You're so amazing!" Zhou Momo's childish cheers, tinged with pride, were especially loud.
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