In the end, the sky has been darkened, the moon has been hung up, and the scattered night market shops on the market street have been doing business for a long time.

These two young men, whose legs were about to break, moved to the opposite side of their Chuhe Hall, on the edge of Hongji Hall.

Angelica groped for his shriveled belly, and there was a gurgling sound from it.

He said to the sixth brother beside him, who had been halfway through the run and had been half-supporting him to help him go: "Brother, let's find a place to thank you, can we go to Hongjitang after eating?"

Who wants to listen to everything along the way, but his sixth brother shook his head at this time.

"No, we can find a place to rest, eat something and then go back to the shop. ”

"It's just that this Hongjitang can't go at this time. ”

Angelica was stunned, and subconsciously asked: "Why?"

I saw the six sons pointing to the main entrance of the Hongjitang pharmacy, and this Angelica immediately understood.

It turns out that the business style and scope of Hongjitang and Chuhetang are too different.

It was also night, because there was still a night clinic in Chuhetang, the shop was still brightly lit, and there was a doctor who was sitting in the clinic and watching the shop.

The style of Hongjitang on the opposite side is diametrically opposed.

Because this newly opened shop only sells the Chinese patent medicine of Lejia's time-honored brand that resounded in the north and Le's Ejiao made by Le Jingyu in Shandong.

Those who have a lot of experience, are easy to get into trouble, and can't make a lot of money to see a doctor, prescribe prescriptions, grab medicines, boil medicines, and other things that big pharmacies do, but they Hongjitang don't touch them at all.

But it is because of this Le Jingyu that the shop is exquisite and high-end, and most of the customers are large families.

The person who came to his shop to buy medicine didn't drive a luxury car, but also came in a rickshaw.

This also caused people like Angelica and Xiao Liuzi to be a little too conspicuous in the past to buy Ejiao in this dark night.

pondering that what the little sixth brother said was right, Angelica didn't insist.

He just pressed his stomach again and asked, "Then let's not grab the medicine, it's always okay to eat some food, right?"

This can be had.

Don't look at Xing Liu's strong growth, but he can also eat it.

Seeing the big man nodding, Angelica became happy, and he only swept his eyes around the most lively street, and his eyes lit up with a swish.

Without him, he saw his favorite food on weekdays.

But after seeing it, Angelica fell into a tangle.

Xing Liu, who was strange, poked the child in front of him and urged: "What to eat, you are a local, you can lead the way." ”

I'm a kid from Liaocheng County, and I even know the southeast and northwest, so the locals naturally want to speak at this time.

With Xing Liu's urging, Angelica expressed his hesitation.

"I look at the two monsters in Quancheng, but there are two stalls, one is on the street and the other is at the end of the street, I don't know which one to eat. ”

Two monsters in Quancheng?

Xing Liu didn't know at all.

He scratched his head and asked, "What are the two monsters in Quancheng, if you don't say it, how can I judge which one is delicious?"

Also, let someone you don't know how to make a choice, you don't have to choose yourself!

Angelica was overjoyed at the moment, and quickly explained it to Xing Liu.

"The two monsters of Quancheng, a tea soup and a sweet foam, are all made of millet noodles as the main ingredient, but the taste is very different. ”

"One salty and one sweet, both are good things for the delicious stomach. ”

"Sixth Brother Xing, what do you say we are going to eat?"

This Xing Liu just heard the name, and he didn't think about it, so he said: "Go eat sweet foam!"

The beautiful angelica said 'hey!', and walked in the direction of the street with Xing Liu.

When the two of them arrived in front of the small shop, they saw the whole picture of this stall with a lot of diners.

The boss is alone, and the other person who cleans up the dishes and chopsticks, it should be a husband and wife, and they are really not young, but their bodies should be tough.

Whether it is the old man who is busy working on the edge of the hot cauldron, or the old lady who is cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks, wiping the table and collecting money, although there are a lot of patches on the clothes on the body, from the shoes and socks to the neckline, they are all washed cleanly and not shiny.

This Xing Liu had a good impression when he saw it, and Angelica on the side was even more familiar with the road, he casually found a small table where others had just left and sat down, and called to the uncle who was busy in front of the big pot: "Uncle Wang, bring me and my sixth brother a bowl of sweet foam." ”

"It's going to be full, it's big!"

Listening to Angelica's request, the uncle, who was carrying a huge round spoon and stirring in the pot, raised his head and smiled with a wrinkle on his face: "Wait, I'll give you a whole thing!"

After speaking, the uncle knocked on the edge of the cauldron with a round spoon and asked the old woman who had finished cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks to take over, and he himself came to the small wok, grabbed a handful of yellow minced pieces from the small basket on the side, and threw it into the small pot and stir-fried.

This move made Xing Liu very curious.

Why do you still use a wok?

Because of this, he asked, but the angelica on the side smiled as if the conspiracy had succeeded.

"Hehe, sixth brother, who told you that it is sweet and sweet. ”

"Uncle Wang's sweet Moer Jicheng is a must. ”

"He is now frying chopped green onions and ginger in vegetable oil, this green onion is Zhangqiu's big white onion, and the ginger is Laiwu's small yellow ginger. ”

"As long as you mix it with oil in one place, it will explode ......"

'Sting!'

Just like the explanation of Angelica, the oil flowers in the pot popped out and got at the same time, and the aroma of green onion and ginger stir-fried pot spread.

The workers who got off work that night inhaled their nostrils, because the aroma couldn't pull their legs, and walked over to Uncle Wang's stall.

Then, when the foam is fragrant, you have to fill a bowl of soup. ”

"This soup is an old soup, boiled out of a big bone a day, cheap and oily. ”

Stir the soup together, and here's the main thing.

Speaking of this, I saw Uncle Wang wipe his hand on the apron around his waist, and took out two muslin pockets from the wooden cabinet where the ingredients were kept.

Two pocket-sized bowls in his pocket.

Uncle Wang scooped half a bowl from a bag, and half of half from a bag, poured the two golden noodles that were equally golden under the kerosene lamp into the pot with reduced fire, and used a small round spoon to stir them together in the small pot.

Seeing this, Angelica explained again.