Li Pengju came to study in Miaoguo this year. In just two months, he got tired of the same Subway, fish and chips, and Turkish barbecue in the school. Although the rented house has a kitchen, it is more dirty than the toilet. No one of the roommates who shared the rent is willing to clean it. Of course, he doesn't want to be a sucker.

Since you can't cook, if you want to eat the delicious food you miss, you can only find a Chinese restaurant.

The upper limit of foreign Chinese restaurants is very high, and the lower limit can be very low, which can be seen directly from the location of the hotel.

Hotels in the city center or commercial center are naturally high-end and expensive. Hotels in residential areas are relatively ordinary but they can also be delicious. As for the slums, they are obviously low-end hotels. This rule is actually the same whether it is Chinese or Western food, whether in Asia or Europe or the United States.

Even the most common burgers, the fast food restaurants in slums and the burgers in high-end hotels in downtown are like two completely different foods.

Li Peng rented his house in the suburbs. The nearest Chinese restaurant has to go to the train station, and the taste is also quite average. He simply decided to take the train to Chinatown on weekends.

There are roughly two types of overseas Chinatowns. One is that a large number of Chinese people live in. The naturally formed Chinatown often makes Westerners feel full of mystery, but this mystery is actually a hidden discrimination - God, you must find strange things here. There are so many Chinese people here, and they can do kung fu and witchcraft!

In fact, there are certain phenomena that are difficult for Westerners to understand in this kind of Chinatown. For example, the paper people sold in funeral supplies stores are very different from the domestic style. The paper people sold in Chinatown, whether they are servants in paper houses or drivers in paper cars, will generally become white people...

Imagine what kind of cultural impact a white man would be subject to when he walked into such a store.

Culture cannot truly understand each other, but inexplicable fusion may occur during the collision.

The Chinatown of Zhixue City is different from it. It is a Chinatown with a very high commercial nature, with a large number of tourists from all over the world every year.

There is another place for the Chinese settlement in Zhixue City. The older generation of Chinese people gathered money to build this street in the gateway area of ​​the city center (one-third of the funds were paid by Huang Sisi's great-grandfather). As a window for communication between Chinese and locals, lively events will be held here during festivals.

The prosperity of this street proves that after generations of efforts, the Chinese finally have their own foothold in this distant overseas.

Li Pengju walked around the entire street and felt very hungry, but he was difficult to choose. Which store looked delicious!

Suddenly, he smelled the scent of the roast goose.

"Hometown Hall..." Li Pengju came with the taste. Seeing the sign outside the store, he stopped for a moment, thought about it, and was a little dazed. Then he shook his head and stepped into the store.

Huh?

The interior decoration made his eyes lit up, as if he was in a Jiangnan diner in the world of martial arts novels. He couldn't help but laugh and said, "Waiter, five kilograms of beef!"

Unexpectedly, a man in a chef's uniform in the store replied in a second without any doubt: "No, you don't want to eat beef! Tell me what you really want to eat, I can make it!"

"Uh..." Li Pengju was so embarrassed that he had encountered such a thing for the first time. He was about to change his words and said he wanted to eat roast goose, but when he saw the man's extremely focused and sincere eyes, he couldn't help but blurt out: "I want to eat...hot dry noodles..."

After Li Pengju finished speaking, he was stunned.

Oh my god, I've seen you live for a long time, and there are restaurants that order food like this?

However, the chef pondered for a moment, and the next sentence he said allowed Li Pengju to further refresh the world view-

"Please wait for a moment at the store and don't take your seat!"

After the man finished speaking, he walked back to the kitchen, leaving Li Pengju to open his mouth wide.

What kind of hotel are you so domineering?

It’s not like using the word “please” that will make you look polite!

But he was actually standing there for a moment. It was not because he heard the other party's words, but because he was a little confused when he remembered the name of the dish he had just blurted out.

Hot Noodles with Sesame Paste.

Wuhan hot dry noodles.

As a Wuhan native, Li Pengju has loved to eat hot dry noodles since he was a child.

As I remember, I could always see pedestrians rushing on the street holding a bowl of hot dry noodles. When he went to school by himself, he also joined the ranks. My father would go to the small shop in front of the street to buy two bowls of noodles in the morning, and accompany him to eat and go to school.

The alkaline water surface, sesame paste, sour beans, and ground peanuts are fragrant and oily when mixed together. Then sprinkle with tender green chopped green onions to make the noodles look less greasy. People who are not used to it will actually feel a little terrible when they taste it, but for Wuhan people, they will never get tired of it.

As a Wuhan native who left his hometown, Li Pengju hasn't eaten hot dry noodles for a long time.

It’s not because Miaoguo can’t be found. On the contrary, in recent years, hot dry noodles have soared in Miaoguo and are very popular.

But it's not the taste.

Before he left his hometown to go to college, his uncle who had worked outside for several years told him that no matter where he went, he should not forget to eat hot dry noodles: "Hot dry noodles are not necessarily much better than other noodles, but after so many years of habit, he felt like he was home after eating hot dry noodles."

Li Pengju did as his uncle said. When he arrived at a place, he would first go to a hot dry noodles store and sit in and eat a bowl. Whether he was a bachelor's degree in another place or now he continued to wander abroad with a master's degree - there were ready-to-eat hot dry noodles sold in the supermarket in Miaoguo.

Unfortunately, no matter how much he ate, he never felt like he was going home. The sauce he mixed every time was similar, the peanuts he scattered were no different, and the noodles tasted very similar. Why do you think what was missing when you ate hot dry noodles elsewhere?

He hasn't been struggling with this problem in the past two years.

However, just now, when he found out that he was asked what he wanted to eat, what he blurted out was the hot dry noodles hidden deep in his memory, and he couldn't help but feel a little complicated. At the same time, he developed a little expectation for this strange store.

The kitchen door opened, interrupting Li Pengju's thoughts.

Then, he saw something in the man holding just now, and Feng Fenghuohuo rushed to him.

This scared him, and he couldn't help but take two steps back and retreated directly outside the store.

"Don't be stunned here, go out to eat, come back after you finish eating."

The man muttered, while stuffing disposable paper bowls and chopsticks into his hands, and then closed the door in front of him with a "clang".

Li Pengju stood outside the store, messy in the wind.

He is here to have a meal, not to be rejected! Do you want to open this store well?

A sense of anger rushed to my heart. Li Pengju was about to raise his hand and knock hard on the door. He said carefully about the poor service of this broken store. Suddenly, he couldn't control his nose and took a breath.

hiss--

It smells so good!
Chapter completed!