Bai Song never considered himself a big man.

Everyone's life is actually a book, maybe ups and downs, maybe plain as water, once one day, the last page of the book is closed, and the rest is just a later reader's comment.

Some people will have a few friends before their deaths, a few children and grandchildren who are concerned, and only these few people will talk about this book; All in all, it's all good.

After Bai Song finished eating, he politely exchanged a few words with the boss.

In fact, the restaurants in these places are not enemies. If there is only one shop here, then there are no customers to eat at all, and there are dozens of small shops of all kinds, which has a cluster effect, attracting more people to come and choose.

However, it has to be admitted that if a store does well, it will be jealous of the nearby store.

It's a strange thought, but it does exist.

After looking around, Bai Song saw a restaurant with the words "Jinxi knife cut noodles" written on it, and slowly walked in. Fei Peng mentioned Dashan City, Dashan Province, and Bai Song was very interested in this.

The boss is an authentic native of Dashan Province, and the knife noodles are also authentic. This kind of small shop has some ability, but it is limited by the limitations of thinking and materials, and it is not realistic to really make a high-quality product.

"Hello, what to eat?" The boss is still very enthusiastic, but he shouldn't have recognized Bai Song, after all, Bai Song has never come to this store to call the police, and he doesn't wear a uniform, so it's normal not to know him.

"Oh, I've had lunch, come and ask you, what time are we usually open here at night?

"In the evening, usually until half past nine, there are some cold dishes and steamed buns in our store, and then there is braised meat, and nothing else. Why, how many people come to eat at night?"

"I don't know. I'll take a look first. Bai Song looked at it: "We clean it up here." ”

"It's okay, it's okay, it's still important to eat in an environment. ”

"Well, the environment is good, and I guess the noodles are delicious, but it's a pity that I'm full, otherwise I'll have a bowl now." Bai Song chatted with each other: "Boss, you are from Dashan Province, right?"

"Yes, here in Tianhua City, the people who make knife-cut noodles are basically our fellow countrymen. ”

"Oh, it's not easy to go so far to open a store here, and give up your family and business. Bai Song casually picked up a bottle of vinegar, "The vinegar you have here is also brought from the local area?"

"Hey, it's not, every year when I go home in the first month, I will bring some when I come back, generally in January and February, it is hometown vinegar, and now these are locally bought vinegar, and there is still a gap with our side. The boss said proudly.

"That's true, wait, Nian Gen, when the time comes, if I remember, I have to come over, and help me bring a bottle of vinegar to taste when you go back. I've heard for a long time that your aged vinegar is very authentic. Bai Song said.

"That's fine. "The boss is very happy, this young man is very comfortable.

"Boss, how often do you usually go home?"

"I only went back for the New Year, what's wrong?"

"Oh, just ask, have you returned to Dashan Province recently with so many fellow villagers? I'm hungry for what you said, and I want to find someone to bring me stale vinegar. ”

"I don't know about them, there are basically no my fellow villagers in the restaurants around here, but there are a few in the market, can I help you ask?" The boss was very welcoming.

"No, tell me, maybe I still know each other. Bai Song smiled heartily: "I haven't been to our noodle restaurant, but I always go to the market." ”

"Ha, now there are only two left, Lao Li who sells pickles at the door, who buys vegetables, and Sister Wang who goes into the second house. However, they probably don't go back often, but it's hard to say, Sister Wang sometimes goes back in the Mid-Autumn Festival. ”

"Hmm. Bai Song pointed to the cauldron: "Boss, you pack me a piece of braised beef, and come with a bigger piece." ”

"Hey, okay!" the boss was happy.

Bai Song troubled the boss for so long, although he was not hungry, he still spent dozens of yuan, happily carried the bag and left, and put the beef in the car.

This vegetable seller Sister Wang Baisong is not familiar with it, and Lao Li Baisong still meets him all the time. It can't be regarded as familiar, even if it is always in person, it can also be regarded as acquaintance.

After putting the beef, Bai Song went directly to Lao Li.

I sweat a lot in summer, and the pickles are generally better than those in winter, but there are still no customers to buy them at noon, especially after the cooking time, and basically no one buys seasonings.

Lao Li was playing with his mobile phone, and Bai Song should be playing with the landlord from the outside, but he was a little absent-minded, Bai Song saw Bai Song as soon as he came, and he didn't hold the mobile phone steadily.

"Officer Bai!" Lao Li greeted: "It's time to get off work, come and visit the market?"

"Well, let's go shopping. Bai Song didn't leave in a hurry this time, and looked at Lao Li's pile of pickle jars, "I heard that your mustard here is pickled well, what's the matter, your hometown is from Peiling?"

"No, no, my hometown... It's not over there, but I'm a mustard, well, I did learn it from an expert, Officer Bai, I'll tell you the truth, I spent 1,000 yuan on this recipe. Lao Li's face was a little proud: "You use a knife to cut a piece first and taste it." ”

"Okay, I'll take a bite. Bai Song took the knife and cut a small piece, well, it was indeed not bad. In fact, he just has nothing to say, which one is good and which one is not good, just chatter, but pickle Li has been sold here for many years, and there are always two brushes.

"How's it going? authentic, right?" Lao Li was also very proud, quite a bit of the noodle shop owner who had just been praised for his style.

"Yes, Lao Li, I can't see it, you are a person from Dashan Province, and you still have this craft, okay, not bad. I'll buy a little. Bai Song looked back at the pickle plum.

Lao Li was stunned for a moment, but it only lasted less than half a second, "Officer Bai, do you know where I am from." ”

"I've seen the list of the bosses of our market, and I remember that you seem to be from Dashan Province, but I'm not sure, you said that you are not from Peiling, so it should be right. Bai Song smiled: "Where are you from Dashan Province?"

"Oh, I'm from Yangzhi County, but I only go home once a year. Lao Li nodded.

"Oh oh, okay, weigh me some pickles, what other delicious pickles do you have, weigh me a little, I'll eat it at night." Bai Song took out his wallet.

When Lao Li heard this, he immediately pointed to a few pickles: "That's all, these are the best, I'll pack them for you, don't worry." “

What's the urgency of this, Bai Song looked at the market absentmindedly. Sister Wang, who is buying vegetables?

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