Chapter 44: Just one bite

I picked up the spring rolls and ate it in my mouth, no! Like flour, although it is very crisp and meets the general standard, the leeks in it are overnight, and the taste is not so pure. Finally, the taste of inferior oil is too unpalatable.
After eating two bites, Yang Song stood up and said to Meng Shi: "Okay, it's almost done, just eat these! Let's change to the next one!"
Meng Shihan just took two bites in his mouth and said in a vague surprise: "What's wrong? Isn't it delicious?"
"No, Caifeng can't eat too many bites!" Yang Song took out his wallet and paid for breakfast! Leaving with Meng Shihan.
The proprietress was very strange, she had ordered something to eat, why did she suddenly stop eating, but she paid the money and it was fine, so she ran over and tidied up a bite or two of breakfast.
"Oh, it's a waste. Young people now!"
Meng Shihan hasn't even wiped the oil and water from the corners of his mouth, and drove the car depressedly, and asked, "How much did I eat! I won't eat anymore, I'm still hungry!"
"Are there any other delicious places?" Yang Song was a little depressed. From the first time he entered the store, the system gave information. If you don't eat for two hours, you will not stop!
"Yes!" Meng Shihan thought about it for a moment, and said, "There is even a soup dumpling on the village street! The boss has been crafting for decades, and the taste is delicious!"
"Then go to that one!"
Five minutes later, the car stopped in front of a small bun shop. Although the shop was small, there were already so many people in line. You know, it's just under half past six and there are so many people.
Meng Shihan walked in with Yang Song and asked tentatively, "Or, let's just eat a soup dumpling!"
"What else is there besides filling soup dumplings?" Yang Song then asked.
"It's also good to have noodle paste!" Meng Shihan felt that he was about to cry. It was too uncomfortable to order the pain of not being able to eat.
Yang Song looked at the phone, and said lightly, "Boss, make a soup with noodles!"
"Just one copy? What about me?"
Meng Shihan hurriedly asked, but Yang Song shook his head, and the latter understood immediately, presumably just taking a bite.
Soon, the soup dumpling and the noodle paste came up. Yang Song took a spoon, dug a spoonful of noodle paste, and put it in his mouth. This is seafood noodle paste. After only one bite, Yang Song knew Yes, the seafood in this noodle paste is not good, overnight! With a pungent smell of sea.
He then gently picked up a soup dumpling and placed it on the spoon, then used his chopsticks to tear open a hole, watching the soup slowly flow down, took a sip, picked up the soup dumpling, and took a bite. .
Alas, from the moment it was picked up, Yang Song found three problems. First, the skin was too thick, and the soup in the soup was not tumbling, and the oil in the soup was larger than the soup. The taste of pig skin jelly was also problem.
"Enough! Let's go!"
"Hmm! I see! Don't worry!"
Meng Shihan now has two soup dumplings stuffed in her mouth. She ate a bite of bean curd and two spring rolls, which made her stomach growl, but now Yang Song spoke, she had no choice but to face her mouth again. Stuffed a soup dumpling.
"What are you doing in such a hurry? It's not that you don't want you to eat!" Yang Song looked at Meng Shihan, who was in the driver's seat and was so hot and sucked air-conditioning, that she couldn't laugh or cry. How could this girl look like a starving ghost.
The latter gave Yang Song a blank look, did not speak, took a breath of air-conditioning, relieved the discomfort in his mouth, then started the car, without saying anything, and passed to the next house.
The third is a rice noodle shop that is known as a century-old store. The Yunnan rice noodles inside is a must in Los Angeles.
Walking into the store, the strong aroma of rice noodles permeated the whole shop. Yang Song sniffed, smiled, and said, "The rice noodles taste good!"
"Really? That's great! Boss, two fat sausage rice noodles!" Meng Shihan shouted directly as if seeing hope.
It is rare that Yang Song said it tastes good, and it seems that this bowl of rice noodles can be eaten a few more bites! A few minutes later, their rice noodles came up, Yang Song took a look, picked up a fan, and ate it.
The taste is really good, and the rice used is considered top-grade, but I don’t know if it’s a heat problem. The cooking is a bit rotten and not chewy!
Fatty intestines are good if ordinary people eat them, but for Yang Song, they are too clean and wash away the original taste of fat intestines. In fact, this thing is like stinky tofu. It feels like eating rubber.
Standing up, Yang Song patted the table, and said to Meng Shihan who was chatting with fans, "Go! Next one!"
Meng Shihan was taken aback and almost choked on his throat by a fan. He glanced sadly at the rice noodles, stood up, and left resolutely.
I even ate at three stores, each of which only ate one bite, but fortunately, Yang Song paid for it, and Meng Shihan didn't care much.
Just one morning passed, and I didn't have enough to eat! If it wasn't for Yang Song to agree, go back to eat skewers for her, or Meng Shihan would have left.
One morning, after a full toss at more than eight o'clock, Yang Song finally filled Meng Shihan at the last steamed bun shop.
Because the countdown in the system already indicates that the breakfast time is over.
Yang Song randomly stuffed two buns and asked Meng Shihan to take him home.
"Yang Song, do you want to go at noon?" Meng Shihan asked cautiously. After all, I vowed to go with Yang Song in the morning. It seems that I will go in today. Unfortunately, since receiving Yang Song's assurance, nothing has happened.
Yang Song nodded as expected and said, "That's right! The collection is divided into morning, noon and evening, and finally there is supper."
God! Still have supper? Is this the rhythm of death?
At noon, the time came quickly. Yang Song was sitting in the restaurant. This is a local chicken shop. Yang Song picked up a piece of roast chicken, gently put it in his mouth, and tasted it carefully.
"No, there is a lot of soil flavor. Although it is a native chicken, it is only a free-range chicken raised scientifically, not an authentic native chicken!"
"Yang Song, are you leaving now?"
Meng Shihan now understands Yang Song's rhythm, this one is the third, the first river fish restaurant, and the second Sichuan flavor bamboo rat restaurant!
This is the third one, the local chicken restaurant. Yang Song still only had one piece and was ready to leave.
Yang Song nodded and chuckled, "You know me quite well! Go, the fourth house, it should be almost noon today!"
Meng Shihan was a little numb now, and she stood up dumbly and left with Yang Song.
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