Tian Xiaoxia didn't think so when she saw the word rice noodles, she had eaten rice noodles in Spring City, although it was delicious, but ...... It's not enough to surprise her.

It's just, "How did you find such a remote place?" Tian Xiaoxia asked.

Zhuo Hang slammed at Nunu in the direction they came, "I once came to find someone to do something, but I missed the restaurant in their canteen, so he brought me here to eat." ”

"Is it delicious?"

Zhuo Hang frowned and thought for a moment, "That's it, you know, for me, there are only edible and inedible for me, and there is no such thing as delicious and undelicious." ”

Tian Xiaoxia pursed his lips, feeling that he had been turning over tricks to get Zhuo Hang to eat during this time, as if he was feeding pigs.

While speaking, Zhuo Hang had already entered the door, and it was a corridor about three or four meters long when he entered the door, and through the corridor was a courtyard, with three tables and a few stools scattered in the courtyard, Zhuo Hang pointed to the table under the tree and asked Tian Xiaoxia to do it.

Before Zhuo Hang reached the door of the house next to the courtyard, an old lady with a small foot wiped her hands with an apron on her body and walked out, "Eat rice noodles?" the old lady asked in broken Mandarin.

Zhuo Hang nodded, "Two bowls." ”

"There are still bean curd now, do you want to eat bean curd rice noodles or small pot rice noodles. ”

Zhuo Hang looked back at Tian Xiaoxia, Tian Xiaoxia had only eaten bridge rice noodles in Spring City, and the bean curd rice noodles were added to the rice noodles, which was not difficult to understand, but what was the small pot of rice noodles.

Zhuo Hang saw that Tian Xiaoxia couldn't give him any choice, so he said to the old lady, "Let's have a bowl each." ”

The old lady nodded, pointed to the table, and staggered back into the room.

The old lady turned around, and Tian Xiaoxia began to look at the old lady's little feet, this thing, she had only seen it in books in her two lives, but she didn't expect to see the real thing now.

Zhuo Hang noticed Tian Xiaoxia's eyes and approached Tian Xiaoxia, "Curious?"

Tian Xiaoxia nodded, "Yes, I thought it was gone, but I didn't expect it to be tender." ”

"There's a lot of little feet here. ”

Tian Xiaoxia looked up at Zhuo Hang, "Ah, how come, how many years has the Qing Dynasty been dead." ”

Zhuo Hang smiled, "That is, now, these places were very closed in terms of communication and transportation before, according to the age of many small feet, not to mention the Qing Dynasty, even after liberation, there are still small feet entangled." ”

Tian Xiaoxia gasped, "How painful it is, this thing is a bad habit of the old society." ”

Zhuo Hang didn't say anything, there is always a process in the development of the times, some places are faster, some places are slower, some places are earlier, and some places are later.

Soon the old lady bent down and carried a bowl of rice noodles out, Tian Xiaoxia looked at the old lady trembling, always worried that the old lady would fall down in the next second, "Douhua rice noodles, the small pot of rice noodles is still cooking." ”

Zhuo Hang took the rice noodles and pushed them in front of Tian Xiaoxia, and then took a pair of chopsticks from the chopsticks on the table and handed them to Tian Xiaoxia.

"You eat first. It's all the same. ”

"You can taste whether you like it or not, if you like it, you can eat more, and if you don't like it, give it to me. ”

At this time, Tian Xiaoxia felt that it was not bad to have a boyfriend who could eat two bites as long as he could eat, at least he could feel free and bold to try things he had not eaten, and he didn't have to worry about what to do if it didn't suit his taste.

Hearing this, Tian Xiaoxia is no longer polite, in her hometown, she eats sweet bean curd, but in Kyoto, she will occasionally eat salted tofu brain with Gu Raoman , from the bottom of her heart, Tian Xiaoxia does not like to eat salted bean curd very much.

This bean curd rice noodle can probably be classified as salted bean curd, Tian Xiaoxia looked at the crushed peanuts, shallots, minced leeks in the bowl, and of course, spicy meat sauce and red oil chili, and thought while mixing.

Mixed well, picked a spoonful, ouch, it's really good, the soft and smooth rice noodles are wrapped in smooth and tender bean curd, there are coriander and minced leeks, the spicy taste of chili oil is also just right, the sweetness of bean curd, the refreshing taste of chili peppers, the crispy fragrance of crushed peanuts, a bite down, spicy and smooth, lips and teeth fragrant.

Tian Xiaoxia didn't eat a few bites, and an old man came out, and the old man carefully carried a sea bowl over with a plate, and the old man's Mandarin was a little more standard than the old lady, "Small pot rice noodles." ”

As soon as it was served, the fragrance of the small pot of rice noodles attracted Tian Xiaoxia to look at it.

This bowl is different from the one in front of Tian Xiaoxia.

There is almost no soup with bean curd rice noodles, and below is rice noodles, which are covered with bean curd, mixed sauce meat, and various seasonings, and there are some things that you can see at a glance.

This small pot of rice noodles is different, when you lift it up, what you see is a bowl of soup, revealing the shadow of a small amount of rice noodles, and a layer of red oil with meat particles and leek segments.

Zhuo Hang looked at Tian Xiaoxia's head and pushed the bowl, "You taste?"

Tian Xiaoxia looked at the bowl in front of him, and then at the bowl in front of Zhuo Hang, looked back and forth a few times, picked up a large basket of bean curd rice noodles and stuffed it into his mouth, and then moved the bowl in front of Zhuo Hang.

Zhuo Hang looked at Tian Xiaoxia with bulging cheeks, this greedy look is really rare.

Tian Xiaoxia moved the small pot of rice noodles in front of him, blew the red oil on the soup, leaned over to the bowl and took a sip of the soup, and exhaled a long breath.

"What's wrong?" asked Zhuo Hang, "It's hot?"

Tian Xiaoxia shook his head, "It's just a little hot, not hot." ”

"Be careful, the small pot of rice noodles is freshly cooked. ”

Tian Xiaoxia didn't understand, "It's as if other rice noodles are cooked in advance." ”

"The other rice noodles are boiled separately and then added with soup and hats, and the small pot of rice noodles is when the rice noodles are boiled, and the vegetables are put in with the meatloaf. ”

Zhuo Hang said, Tian Xiaoxia happened to catch a piece of fresh meatloaf, and at first glance, the whole meatloaf was added to the soup, but it was not all dispersed, Tian Xiaoxia took a bite, the real material is definitely not talking.

After the soup is drunk and the meat is eaten, the next thing is to eat rice noodles, which is different from bean curd rice noodles, which is another flavor. (Matcha doesn't want to write, Matcha is a little hungry)

Zhuo Hang ate the last bite of bean curd rice noodles and asked Tian Xiaoxia, who was sweating all over his head, "Do you still want it?"

Tian Xiaoxia glanced up at Zhuo Hang, then looked at the last little bit of broken rice noodles and a lot of bean curd and meat sauce left in the bowl, nodded, lifted the big bowl and pulled it all into his mouth.

Eating is always the first and last bite is the best.

After eating the last bite of bean curd rice noodles, he drank another sip of soup, and took a big bite of the small pot of rice noodles, Tian Xiaoxia pushed the small pot of rice noodles in front of Zhuo Hang.

"Don't eat it?" asked Zhuo Hang.

Tian Xiaoxia burped a little and nodded, "Don't eat it, it's so delicious, I've eaten it all, are you enough, or another bowl?" Tian Xiaoxia felt that he had eaten more than one bowl in total, and Zhuo Hang was definitely not enough.

Zhuo Hang shook his head, "Enough, breakfast, just eat something and not be hungry." ”

I didn't mean anything else, I just wanted to say that I could just eat casually, Tian Xiaoxia thought that he would eat when he visited, and scratched his head embarrassedly.

After three or two strokes, Zhuo Hang rowed the remaining half of the bowl, and even drank most of the soup before putting down the chopsticks.

"Where are we going now?" Tian Xiaoxia asked.

"Go call first. ”

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