There is something wrong with my infinite flow teammates!

Before they knew it, they had walked out of the more secluded part of the hotel and entered the downtown area. This area was full of breakfast shops, and this was the first one.

This breakfast shop is very shabby. The storefront is just a workshop of less than ten square meters, and the chairs and benches are placed on the sidewalk.

A huge steamer was emitting steam in a corner of the store, and a nimble grandmother was busy. Many elderly people, women, and students were waiting in line for the buns. When Yukino sat down, everyone looked at her at the same time, and then immediately looked away.

There seemed to be a layer of grease on the wooden tables of this breakfast shop that could not be wiped off, and the walls were also very mottled, but their bowls, stoves, and white chopping boards were all very clean, almost spotless.

The boss was a 60-year-old man. When he saw the girl sitting down, he turned around and joked, "Young man, you've upset your girlfriend so early in the morning?"

"Hey, she's just having a little temper. She was so cheerful just now." Kitahara Sora responded in a fluent dialect: "Didn't you see us coming over there too?"

The old man looked at the two of them and asked with a smile, "What do you want to eat?"

Kitahara Sora looked at Yukino, as if the scene just now had not happened at all, "What do you want to eat?"

The cold-faced girl looked away, seemingly not wanting to pay any attention to him.

"I'm telling you, this is my home ground. You can't beat me." Beiyuan Kong leaned forward and said quietly, "I haven't eaten for 24 hours, and last night..."

"Shut up!"

Yukino glared at him and stepped hard on his toes with her little feet under the table.

Suddenly, Kitahara Sora was wincing in pain, but it was okay as long as she spoke.

"I often came here to eat when I was in school. This breakfast shop has been running for 30 years. There is no menu. You just tell Mr. Hong what you want to eat..."

Yukino snorted softly but didn't say anything, which was actually a signal.

Beiyuan Kongxin understood and explained: "There are meat buns, red bean paste buns, grandma's vegetables, pickled mustard tubers, vermicelli meat, pickles, steamed buns, flower rolls... In addition, there are mixed noodles, rice noodles, and soup noodles..."

At this time, Yukino finally glanced at him and spoke softly, "What do you usually eat?"

Speaking of this, Beiyuankong became excited. "Let me tell you, the best is the noodles with sauerkraut. The chopped pepper sauce at the uncle's house is the best. I used to eat a bowl of it almost every day before going to school. Sauerkraut noodles, a meat bun, a pickled mustard bun, and a bowl of hot soy milk! Great!"

Xue Nai thought about it, and a smile appeared on her cold face. She called out in fluent Chinese very politely: "Grandpa Hong."

"Hey... Hey? The girl is from another place?"

When Mr. Hong heard Xue Nai speak Mandarin, he showed a surprised expression and praised enthusiastically: "I was saying, little Nan Yun, why have I never seen a girl as beautiful as you."

The old man's praise made Yukino's face, which had finally cooled down, turn even redder, so much so that the two aunties at the next table turned their heads again and glanced at the two of them.

"I'm from another place, he's a local, we both go to school in Xingcheng." Xue No explained politely, "I came back with him specially to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival."

"Wow, no wonder."

Grandpa Hong wiped his hands with the clean apron around his waist. "Little girl, you are so pretty. You don't have to be picky about the things you buy from me. That's good. Today is Mid-Autumn Festival. There are activities in the ancient city. Let the young man accompany you for a good stroll."

After a few simple pleasantries, he asked, "What do you want?"

Xue Nai thought for a moment, "Two bowls of noodles with sauerkraut, a fresh meat bun, a pickled mustard bun, and two bowls of hot soy milk."

Uncle Hong didn't say anything more and just started to get busy.

The customers who were queuing to buy buns just left. The kind-looking grandma took out a porcelain plate and brought two buns to the table.

Looking at the two buns, Beiyuan Kong suddenly felt confused, "Why only two buns?"

Xueno glared at him again, then stretched out her white little hand and gently broke open the steaming meat bun. Looking at the bun with half of the filling and the other half just the dough, she thought for a moment, took a bite of the meat filling to taste it, and then smiled with satisfaction.

"But I'm a girl. A bowl of noodles is enough for me. Of course I can't eat buns."

So, she handed over the half piece of dough without stuffing and said with a smile: "Although I can't eat so much, I still have to taste it."

Beiyuan Kong stared blankly at the dough and said angrily, "So I am only worthy of eating this? Let me try the meat too. I haven't eaten it for a long time! What's the difference between this and a steamed bun!"

"Xiaoyun, if you are not blind, you should be able to see that the color of the stuffing is different, and there is also the smell of meat there."

"are you kidding me?"

"Hmm~"

Xiao Hansu opened her cherry red lips, took a big bite of the meat filling, and then handed over the other piece of dough.

The meaning is very clear. Here, eat it, and I'll give you this piece too.

"Too deceiving!"

Xiaoyun opened his mouth angrily, bit off the dough in the girl's mouth, and chewed it hard.

A kind old lady happened to come over with two bowls of soy milk. She was amused by their joking. She put down the soy milk and walked back with a smile, muttering some kind words to herself.

At this moment, the girl seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly turned her head to the busy Mr. Hong and shouted, "Grandpa Hong, I forgot to tell you that one of the two bowls of mixed noodles should be less spicy..."

Bei Yuankong hadn't reacted yet after hearing this, but the second half of her sentence completely stunned him.

"The other bowl doesn't have to be spicy. He's had a sore throat lately and can't eat chili..."

"shut up!"

Bei Yuankong stood up suddenly and walked to Grandpa Hong angrily... After a while, he came over with two bowls of noodles and placed them on the table with a "bang".

"The king of heaven is here today, I want to eat chili too!"

Yukino, who was holding the soy milk and blowing on it gently, stared blankly at Kitahara Sora. Suddenly, she put down the soy milk.

After leaning forward slightly, he said softly, "Hey, Xiaoyun, if I remember correctly, you are already 27 years old. I am only 17 years old. A nearly -year-old uncle is arguing with a -year-old beautiful girl. Don't you have any shame?"

Beiyuan Kongbanmian paused and responded softly, "Xiaohansu, how can you see that I look thirty years old? I am the same age as you, even one day younger than you!"

The girl opened her mouth blankly, and her poker face was no longer visible to her. Her pupils were filled with smiles again. How could there be such a shameless person!

He shook his head helplessly and looked at the noodles in front of him.

The sauce-colored臊子, the green chopped green onions, the bright red chopped peppers, the dark green sour beans, and the orange-yellow crushed peanuts actually create the colors of the rainbow.

Yukino pulled out a disposable chopstick from the bamboo tube on the table, tore off the plastic film and began to stir. The moment she picked up the chopsticks, the smell of fragrant sesame oil accompanied by a slightly sour taste rushed into her nose, and even she couldn't help but feel a surge of appetite.

Looking up, I saw that the idiot opposite me was already wheezing.

He wolfed down the noodles, blew on the hot soy milk carefully, took a sip, and picked up the pickled mustard tuber bag.

Without even thinking about it, he broke it in half, stuffed the piece with less filling into his mouth, put the half with more filling back on the plate, and pushed it in front of Yukino.

The girl took the half bun in her left hand, took a small bite, then picked up the noodles with her right hand and started eating.

It’s really good, both in taste and mood.

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(PS: Maybe my next book should be a romance or a daily life novel…)

Chapter 2: A Small Town Story ()

Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival. The streets are decorated with lights and colorful lanterns everywhere. The quaint shopping streets, shops, and eaves of the corner buildings are hung with red lanterns.

After breakfast, Kitahara Sora and Yukino walked and stopped along the way until they arrived at the scenic area of ​​the ancient city. Suddenly, they felt like they had traveled through time and space, and the whole world was different.

After entering here, the small vendors on both sides of the ancient road have changed into ancient Chinese costumes. In order to cater to tourists, even the uncles selling street snacks are decorated with a pair of blue shirts and shorts.

Not to mention the young people who come here to shop, more than half of them are wearing gorgeous Hanfu.

Yukino was wearing a white dress with some lace flowers printed from her chest to her waist. The hem of her skirt was just at knee level and swayed slightly when she walked, making her look very lively.

Below are smooth and slender calves. Her legs are very well-proportioned, with a perfect golden cut ratio.

She was not wearing stockings today, her creamy skin extended all the way down to her bare feet, which were covered with a pair of small and cute white women's sneakers with pink edges.

The dress paired with sports casual shoes is pure and lovely, and adds a touch of youthful beauty.

Yukino is about 1.65 meters tall. In Japan, where the average height of girls is around 1.5 meters, girls with this height are actually very tall.

If it were another girl whose femininity was not so prominent, she would really look like a telephone pole.

But Yukino is different. In fact, her regret is not that bad. As long as she doesn't wear a school uniform or a loose shirt and jacket, it can still be seen.... Well... at least Kitahara Sora has experienced it, and it is definitely above A+.

With a little massage, it shouldn't take long for her to break through the bottleneck and reach the ranks of Class B strongmen. By the way, can't an observer strengthen that part? Or has she never tried it herself?

To be honest, this girl is actually concave where it should be concave, and convex where it should be convex. For example, her waist is so slender that you can hold it in your hand, and her small and perky buttocks...

Along the way, I can't say that the rate of turning back is 99%, but at least 1% or more, which shows her charm. The other % is shopping with girlfriends, and they dare not look back...

Suddenly, the girl in front of him turned around and stared at Kitahara Sora angrily. Then she raised her camera and heard a light "click". Kitahara Sora, who was stunned, finally came back to his senses.

"Hey?"

"Does it look good?" The girl stared at him.

"nice!"

Kitahara Sora answered honestly: "I never get tired of looking at it."

This straightforward answer made the girl stunned, and then a faint blush appeared on her face, and she ordered: "You go ahead."

Hearing her angry order, Beiyuan Kong shook his head firmly without even thinking, "No, absolutely not, don't even think about it!"

"Oh?" The girl took a few steps forward and sneered, "Have you decided to carry out your shameless and perverted style to the end?"

"This is not a question of whether I am a pervert or not, and it certainly doesn't mean I have no shame."

Bei Yuankong's eyes were firm, and he explained righteously: "You don't know how lethal you are. Along the way, everyone from eight-year-old children to eighty-year-old grandfathers would give you a second glance."

"So?" The girl touched her hair, "Is this why you keep looking at me with such obscene eyes?"

"No! You misunderstood." Beiyuan Kong's eyes were incomparably firm, and even had a sacred flavor. "On the surface, I am looking at you, but in fact, I am protecting your beautiful face from being violated."

After hearing this, Yukino was stunned.

"I only allow them to look at you once. If they want to turn their heads to look at you again, I will block them or glare at them back. If they come shopping with their girlfriends, I will definitely let their girlfriends find out that their boyfriends are not honest."

Kitahara Sora spoke with great confidence, and his expression was so solemn that he almost clenched his fist and swore loudly that he would give his heart to the princess!

The girl pursed her lips and her shoulders trembled slightly. After glaring at him fiercely, she turned her head away quickly. He was not complimenting her against his conscience, and the princess decided not to pursue the matter.

Well... Fortunately, they were speaking Japanese. If they really spoke Chinese, Yukino would definitely not be able to handle it. She was not that thick-skinned, and social intimidation was something that was destined to be isolated from her.

Suddenly, her eyes were attracted by a small vendor in front of her. He was a middle-aged man wearing a short-sleeved shirt and a white towel on his shoulders.

Next to him was a stove with a hood on it, on which stood a pot boiling orange-yellow syrup. In front of him was a small table, next to which was a turntable with the twelve Chinese zodiac animals painted on it.

A mother and son stood in front of the uncle's stall, and the little boy was concentrating on watching the turntable. He carefully held the pointer and stared at the dragon pattern on it with his sharp eyes.

Yukino took a few steps forward and pressed the shutter button towards the old man. At the same time, the little boy shouted in a childish voice and moved the pointer vigorously, "Dragon Dragon Dragon!"

Suddenly, the pointer started to spin rapidly, and after a while, it stopped on the image of a goat.

"Ugh……"

Suddenly, the little boy who was so high-spirited just now became dejected, while the uncle happily stirred the syrup with a small spoon and smoothly drew the shape of a goat on the chopping board.

After finishing the painting, he took out a small bamboo stick and pressed it on the surface, then carefully picked out the goat with a small shovel and handed it to the little boy.

Kitahara Sora walked in and chuckled, "Like it?"

"It's fun to boil maltose into syrup and then use the sugar threads to paint." Xue Nai said with a smile, "It's five dollars a time, and it all depends on luck what pattern you get, just like a lottery."

"This is our folk art here. This ancient art can be found everywhere in the country."

Beiyuankong showed a reminiscent look, "I remember when I was a kid, after my dad picked me up from kindergarten, I often asked him to buy me one, but I never got the one with a picture of a dragon. At that time, it was 50 cents per ticket, and now it has risen to 5 yuan."

After saying that, he pulled Yukino to the stall.

But before he could say anything, the uncle smiled happily.

He had already noticed the young couple talking not far away. The boy with the backpack on his chest looked sunny and handsome, and the girl with the camera was dazzlingly beautiful, it was hard not to attract attention.

However, as soon as the uncle opened his mouth, Kitahara Sora and Yukino were both stunned.

"Hey, Taijun, play?" The uncle made an exaggerated gesture and said in a strange tone: "Art, RMB, fifty, only fifty! Delicious, beautiful, fun, you, flower girl, like it!"

"..."

Kitahara Sora's mouth twitched. He and Yukino had just been communicating in Japanese. The old man must have heard that it was Japanese and thought it was a foreign tourist.

But this is a bit exaggerated, isn't it? Have you watched too many dramas? This fawning look on his face seems to be about to sing about cotton wool.

Kitahara Sora looked at the 'enthusiastic' old man with a twitching face, and responded unhappily: "Yo, yo, good citizen, great good citizen, your art is great!"

"Hey?"

Yukino was stunned, looking at Kitahara Sora as if he were a fool.

The uncle was also obviously stunned. This felt weird. He sounded like a colonel.

Suddenly, he came to his senses, his face flushed, and he laughed awkwardly, "Oh, we are one of us, one of us. I think I have brought glory to the country. Five dollars, five dollars!"