Chapter 664: Cabbage Gang in Small Tender Onions

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It is easy to go downhill and difficult to go uphill. It is used to describe going up the mountain. Qin Guan, who spreads joy, has not pinched all the way all the way? go with.
However, after ten minutes of galloping, he reached the place where he once fought. The one he left behind with Cong Nianwei, the first beach.
At this time, the turbulent waves rolled white foam, and the endless sea was in front of us. For many years, the vicissitudes of the sea were still its most calm and original appearance.
That sand, that day, that sea, is here, exactly the same.
At this time, Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei had runny nose bubbles, and the aunt who had just cleaned up the beach and cleaned up on the side looked silently at the neuropathic eyes and faced the sea silently...
People are blooming in spring, here is the bitter cold wind...
The double collision of cold air from Siberia and the maritime winter monsoon makes this place a paradise for snow nests...
The second stop of the memories of youth: the beach, pretending to be B, failed
...
"Cong Nianwei..."
"Well, no need to ask, I'm cold..."
"Hehe... shall we take the next stop?"
Cong Nianwei looked at the boyfriend around him with astonishingly small eyes as if he had known him for the first time. He didn't expect him to be such a persistent person.
But looking at the face covered with only a pair of eyes, her heart softened involuntarily.
This is his boyfriend, a rare romantic feeling that he wants to play. Although he has failed two places in a row, is there not two in his plan?
Therefore, Cong Nianwei used the most tender words of her life, and returned weakly: "Okay, go to the next stop."
Because it's the safest stop, eat the street food you miss most.
Let’s say the fun and convenience of street stalls is that when you’re out of school, get your car in place, but you can get delicious food in a few minutes of kung fu. This indescribable satisfaction is sitting in the rules. It is difficult for us in the moment hotel to feel it.
Two or three little friends, either chatting or making fun, intentionally make a sound when the girl they like to pass to attract the attention of the other party, even if it is a look back, it can make the self-love for a long time.
Cheap prices and affordable portions are also the first choice for these sheep-going children to fill their stomachs before returning to their parents late.
Fortunately, the small city of Y City, from the beach to the Southwest River, is only a dozen minutes away, and the small market that has not changed for many years is still standing firmly in place.
Street corners occupy the two best positions, one left and one right. They are the most popular fried stew and assorted skewers.
Sanyuan's stew and Wu Mao's skewers have not changed in this small city where prices haven't started to expand.
Arriving at the destination smoothly, Qin Guan took Cong Nianwei's hand and couldn't help tightening it, standing in front of the old mother who always had a kind face in the impression.
This is a shop that Qin Guan has been patronizing since elementary school. The dishes that have been on the market for decades have not changed. Now the people haven’t changed, and the corners haven’t changed. Even the most familiar taste hasn’t changed a little.
"Boss, 5 skewers of chicken, 5 skewers of mutton, then two skewers of mushrooms, two skewers of potatoes, bean curd, chili, and two bowls of millet porridge..."
A series of menus said that it was extremely smooth, but the kind old lady turned around and packed up.
‘Zila...’
The meat skewers in the pot with warm oil burst into transparent bubbles in the golden yellow liquid, and the fragrance of a deep-fried food was scattered in this open-air shop built with a plastic canopy.
That's right, this shop's skewers are very special. Unlike the iron pan fried with vegetables, these chicken and pork are specially marinated by the proprietress and then fried with flour mixed with eggs.
Due to the uniform size of the cured meat, the sauce is fragrant and delicious, and the paste hanging on the outer layer is all precise and thin for many years.
Then in a fryer that controls the oil temperature on a small fire, slowly boil the meat inside, and then roll it three times in the Wanghuo oil pot with increased heat. When it comes out, according to the guests' personal To taste, sprinkle with special salt and pepper powder and chili noodles from the proprietress.
Let the meat skewers eat hot mouth, bite crispy and dregs, eat the meat in the mouth is juicy and full, with the essence of all fried foods, but abandon the greasy taste of the oil, its reputation Spread all over the surrounding schools.
Because of the word-of-mouth between the students, the little greedy cats in the third middle school can ride a few tens of minutes, and come to eat a bite deliberately during the holidays.
The proprietress knew the business very well, and after the gravy skewers were served on the table, two small bowls of millet porridge were filled from the large tin insulation barrel.
The millet in City Y is naturally not as famous as Qinzhou Huang in Shanxi, and the millet millet in Longshan in Shandong, but this kind of golden millet from its own suburbs carries the sweet fragrance unique to this city.
The boiled millet porridge, under the simple iron spoon in the hands of Cong Nianwei, lifted the spoon over the bowl edge, the millet hanging on it, the thick puddle is still sticky...
Wait until the vegetables roasted on the countertop of the charcoal-grilled grill are handed over to the plate.
Holding the chopsticks to mix the vegetables in the porridge rice, it becomes a delicious dish with soup and water.
Qin Guan, who was sitting inside, handed a stir-fried mixed mushroom with chopsticks to Cong Nianwei's bowl. He was about to express his emotions. There was the most noisy noise outside this small shed.
"Grandma, take 10 pigs!"
"Grandma, three meat and three vegetarian rice porridge, eat here!"
The students around are out of school.
The school uniform of green and white is from the 10th middle school. It is the nearest one here. The younger ones with a little apple-red face are the pupils in the neighborhood. The fashionable middle school is the fashionable middle school.
Waiting for more than ten minutes in the evening, the fifth middle school students who came from Dapo and the first middle school students who attended Qin Guan will also come one after another.
This quiet place is no longer peaceful and warm. And Qin Guan's hands that stood up were also on the spot.
There is really limited space. The small bench here sits on a small round table and immediately sits in countless size friends.
Among the students who are still young and show their personality, Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei are two old cabbage gangs thrown into a pile of small green onions.
So, everyone's eyes turned to these two "adults" with curiosity, and they watched their love in the humblest little shop on the street. (To be continued.)