There are not many customers in the noodle restaurant, and there are a few leftover bowls that have just been eaten on the other tables that have not been cleaned up.

Now, there is only an old man with gray hair and hunched figure in the store sitting leisurely drinking breakfast wine. In front of him was a char siu fried shredded rice dumpling, a fried peanut, half a bottle of 56-degree double-grooved basket trademark liquor, and a handful of peeled garlic scattered on the table.

The old man drank leisurely and enjoyed the feeling of the quiet years.

The white wine glass was put to his mouth and it was dry and it was dry, and it also had to "squeak" twice to make it look like you enjoy life.

If you want to say that the Maojia Noodle Restaurant is fried with barbecue shredded rice noodles or shredded pork noodles, they are all fried in small pots.

In Jinling, a thousand-year-old ancient city, local noodles are not made in this way. The "Hundred-year-old Maoji Noodle Restaurant" is a special pasta from Jiangbei, and the method is very particular.

The hot oil stir-fryed, and the pots and pans sounded, and the vegetables were fragrant and very attractive.

The dish fried in a small pot is filled with a separate dish, which is called "crossing the bridge". It tastes relatively simple and simple.

Pour directly on the noodle soup is called "cuigu". The vegetable juice is rich and mellow, suitable for guests with heavy taste, you can choose from.

The noodles are also very particular, called "handmade noodles".

It is made into a ball of fine flour and native eggs according to a special process, and is repeatedly crushed and folded with bamboo levers, and finally cut into shreds to form. It is dried in batches for each person and placed in a bamboo fence. It can be boiled at any time.

The gang noodles made in this way are chewy and have a very good taste.

"Ah...Fifth Ring Road, you have one more ring than the Fourth Ring Road, ah...Fifth Ring Road, you have one less ring than the Sixth Ring Road..."

The pleasant ringtone of the cell phone rang. Lu Hang took out the Huawei mate30 from his pocket, looked at the number and frowned, hesitating whether he should answer it.

Xiao Yueyue, with the Beijing-style bulging singing, stubbornly harassing and harassing, and he is so harsh and humble that he is endless.

Nothing to do

Lu Hang walked out of the store and pressed the answer button, and the woman's unhappy voice came from the microphone;

"Hey, why did you answer the phone until now? Don't you want to answer my phone? Let me tell you Lu Hang, my son's living expenses for studying abroad are not enough, and he doesn't want to listen to your nagging. He told me directly on the WeChat video, this is a serious matter. You can find a way to call the child 100,000 more. Hello... Have you heard what you said? Hello..."

"I heard that I have already given him 200,000 yuan this year. What kind of fucking school is this?"

"Of course schools in Britain are expensive. What did you say just now? You even started to curse people..."

The woman's tone on the phone suddenly became high, and she seemed very excited. Lu Hang frowned and stayed away from the receiver. He lit a cigarette in a little bored mood. He took a few sips calmly, and hummed from time to time to deal with it.

After a moment

Lu Hang picked up the phone again, and the woman inside was still complaining; "...Why did I leave you? Can't you ask yourself? Over the years, I have not handled any of the items of food, rice, oil and salt. Have you ever tried to touch a finger? You can't be a person without a conscience. If your child doesn't kiss you, you should really reflect on yourself, why is this happening..."

Lu Hang sighed inwardly: What an injustice!

"Okay, I understand. I'll send him money later. I wish you all the fun travel abroad. I'm still worried about it."

"Lu Hang, you are so stinky..."

After pressing the phone, Lu Hang clearly felt the blood in his forehead erect, and it was like he was about to break through the realm, and his mood became complicated and difficult to understand...

Back in his seat, Lu Hang took a few deep breaths to calm down his thoughts.

At this time

The fat boss sister Xia brought a tray with a bowl of noodles and a plate of dishes on it.

"Boss Lu, your face is here."

"Thanks!"

A huge antique black porcelain bowl filled with fragrant chicken noodle soup. On the top are two green rapeseed, some black fungus, milky white mushroom slices, and the floating and sinking chicken shreds are attractive and fragrant.

The steaming soft-cup fish was placed alone on a green plate, and the oil was bright under the light. After stir-frying, it seemed to be slightly buzzing. The bottom of the plate was accompanied by emerald green lettuce, which was mouth-watering.

Luhang added some black pepper powder with great taste, and the unique aroma of eel fillets immediately came to his nose.

At this time, it will definitely make your mouth feel a little hot. Put it on your lips and blew it gently, and put the whole piece of eel into your mouth and feast.

Feeling the soft and tender teeth filling the mouth, fresh, fragrant and tender, this feels so wonderful.

Lu Hang rubbed his hands excitedly, held the noodle bowl and drank the soup first.

Well... Not bad.

The light chicken soup is refreshing and pleasant, and the salty aroma of adding less salt is just right, making people feel excited in the morning.

Lu Hang was about to start, but at this time, the sound of Master Mao and his wife quarreling came from the kitchen, which quickly became white and white.

Then there was a "bang" sound, as if an empty basin had fallen to the ground.

This sudden loud noise made Lu Hang's hand shake, and the hot noodle soup sprinkled in one hand. He put down the bowl with some annoyance, grabbed the toilet paper next to him and wiped it carefully.

"What's the big morning... what's the matter!"

"Little Shitou is about to starve to death abroad. You are so fat man who doesn't care. You can have a meal at noon every day and a small drink at night. Just let's just let my mother die. You go find a beautiful little fairy to go crazy."

"Fuck! Is it easy to make some money now? What should I use to waste the bad guy?"

The boss’s wife, Sister Xia, shouted angrily, "What kind of evil did I do in my previous life? After you got up early and went to bed late for more than 20 years, you sold this broken noodles with shit and urine, and you pulled your child up. You were wandering around the big pot all day long. When you were busy, you had to hold your shit and pee in your body. Every day, you were covered in putty and sweating. In the end, you couldn't even raise your own wife and children. I was so blind that I followed you."

"I just know how to make a tantrum. Do I stay idle every day? Why are you going back more and more? You might as well be a child who eats shit."

"You have just grown up eating shit. Your whole family has grown up eating shit. You fat man, I'll fight you."

Listening to the fierce quarrels coming from the kitchen, Lu Hang immediately turned black:

Oh damn!

This scolding is too uninnovative. Everyone has learned bad things from Wang Jing. It is so difficult to let customers eat bowls of noodles quietly?

Lu Hang put down his chopsticks with a depressed look on his face, and really wanted to rush over and shout at them;

Can you just calm down for a while?

In the kitchen

With another loud "clang" sound, it seemed like a large soup pot for cooking noodles fell to the ground, and boiling heat came out of the small window for delivery.

Sister Xia screamed, "What are you throwing your family... Fuck your grandma and you will have a hair. You can't live this life anymore. It's all his mother smashed it, no... it's... it's..."

The soprano shook through the sky sharply, vibrating the ripples of the air in the store.

Outside

Lu Hang's eyes met the old man who was drinking morning wine leisurely. The old man grinned, revealing half of his gaping teeth, and pointed to the kitchen with greasy chopsticks, looking super vulgar;

"It's so exciting, the couple started to have sex."

Kung Fu during speaking

The fat Master Mao retreated from the kitchen in a disgrace. He had a few vegetable leaves on his bald forehead, and there were obvious blood-colored scratches on his face and neck, which made him very scary.

It seems that I'm ruthless enough to do it. The Hedong Lion Roaring Technique and the Nine Yin White Bone Claws are not a day's skill, so I can see blood when I take action.

The kitchen was full of sounds of "banging" and Sister Xia was looking for a place inside, smashing the house to vent her anger.

Master Mao sighed, "I regret it... I regret it, it's too late to regret it. I regret finding this female Yasha. If I had gone back time, I would never choose her..."

"Fatty, you are so virtuous, you will compensate me for my youth, my youth...you...you..."

Sister Xia's high-pitched volume in the kitchen penetrated the sky, stirring up the invisible and colorless air ripples.

It was like a huge rock pouring on the lake surface and rippling, spreading in circles.

Lu Hang was surprised to find that as the air ripples in the store flowed, Master Mao could no longer hear his voice, just like he was playing a video rewind...

The wrinkles on Master Mao's face decreased rapidly, his obese body gradually became thinner, and his head was covered with black hair like mushrooms after a rain...

What the hell?

Lu Hang turned his head stiffly, and as the invisible ripple flowed...

The hunchbacked old man drinking alone in front gradually straightened his back and the white old coat on his body turned into a brand new navy blue Gada Zhongshan suit, maybe it was still full of hair.

I believe in your evil!

In the extremely shock, Lu Hang reached out and rubbed his eyes, and a thought flashed through his mind;

I have been watching Douyin too much, and I am so dazzling again.

Close your eyes

Lu Hang's eyes suddenly opened, and everything in front of him was already unbelievable. It seemed that decades of time were turning around in an instant, and the world changed.

The walls turned into mottled oil stains, and broken spider webs were hung in the corners of the house at high places. A ray of warm sunlight shone in from the wooden window frames, reflecting the flying fine dust.

On the aisle in the middle of the store

Comrade Xiao Mao, who was covered in acne, had a thin figure. He stood up and patted his butt in a pity, muttering;

"I fucked, I didn't pay attention to slipping my butt."

"Young people are unstable when doing things. Come on... add some noodle soup to me and put it in it."

The old...the middle-aged cadre was still unsatisfied. He combed his fashionable big back and looked at Comrade Xiao Mao's departure back and shouted again; "Add a bite of face!"

It can be seen that this is a good product that doesn't take advantage of it.

A black handbag was placed on the table of the middle-aged cadre, which read "Commemorating the successful convening of the city's supply and marketing system year-end summary meeting in 1987". A line of white characters were shaped like an arch bridge. The more old-fashioned it was, the more old-fashioned it was.

Lu Hang looked at the table in front of him again

In the big white porcelain bowl, there was a bowl of spring noodles, and a few lonely green vegetable leaves were floating, and the fragrance was emitting hot.

The long fish and chicken silk noodles instantly turned into Yangchun noodles, which made Lu Hang unable to bear it. Who has eliminated my homesickness?

Calm down, be sure to be calm, this is not the most important thing at the moment.

All conditioned dharmas are like dreams, illusions, bubbles, and shadows, like dew and lightning, and should be viewed as such.

The little heart was pounding like a rebellion. Lu Hang forced himself to calm down, and his hand quietly reached to the edge of his thigh and twisted it hard.

I'll kill the baby!
Chapter completed!