Forehead... How could there be beggars coming in.

Chen Mo was a little stunned for a while.

The old beggar grinned, bared his front teeth, and said with a smile, "Young man, as soon as I sat down, they ran to the next table, and I am not to blame for it." ”

Chen Mo pursed his lips and looked at the other two tables, the long table, which could only seat 6 people each, was now crowded with 8 or 9 people.

Looking outside the door, there were no more people in line, so Chen Mo reluctantly put the dishes on the table in front of the old beggar.

But strange thing, although the old beggar was dressed in tatters, his clothes were clean and not dirty at all, and at the same time there was no unpleasant smell on his body.

"Hmm... Incense, wow, this aroma, it's just deadly. ”

The old beggar reached out and picked up two tea eggs first, one in each hand, and put them in front of his nose and smelled them.

"Incense... Well... There is the fragrance of fine tea leaves, and the aroma of eggs is also boiled and emitted from the inside out. ”

Looking left and right at the tea eggs in his hands, on the surface of the broken egg shell, a layer of brown lines seemed to be embedded in the egg.

"It's really a work of art, and it's not at the same level as the soy sauce eggs at the mouth of the alley. ”

Chen Mo: "Soy Sauce Egg ?..."

The old beggar peeled off the shells of the two eggs with one hand, the long nail of the thumb of his right hand moved along the cracked shell of the egg, and the other four fingers kept turning the tea eggs in his hand, demonstrating his skillful egg peeling skills.

Chen Mo was amazed.

I didn't expect the old beggar to have quite good hand work, so he stood at the table and watched.

The old beggar bit off half of it and grunted as he ate.

"Hmmm! delicious!"

After three more bites, I ate the remaining one and a half tea eggs.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. ”

The old beggar who had finished eating the tea eggs licked his fingers, and hurriedly reached out to pluck the spiced quail eggs in front of him.

"Such a small quail egg. ”

The old beggar picked one up and looked at it, only to see the thick spiced sauce wrapped around the quail eggs, falling drop by drop on the plate, and the dripping sauce pulled the old man.

Four quail eggs in one go.

The old beggar raised his eyebrows, and his eyes rolled uncontrollably.

"Okay! This flavor completely penetrates into the quail egg, although the egg is small, but it fully absorbs the flavor of the spice, this egg is cooked just right, Q bomb is chewy, great!"

Ignoring the sauce in his hand, the old beggar hurriedly picked up the steaming pancake bun again.

"Yo, hot... Hot..."

Blow a few times in a row on the mouth of the pancake and take a "crunch".

The old beggar smiled with satisfaction, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were wrinkled.

"Why are these pancakes so delicious!"

This time, the old beggar ate a large piece of pancake and steamed bun in six bites.

Seeing this, Chen Mo couldn't help but speak.

"Old... Sir, you've eaten the first three dishes, I'm afraid you won't be able to eat the fourth, but don't break your stomach. Chen Mo kindly reminded.

You must know that since Chen Mo launched this "green pepper and shredded potato rice bowl", no one has called it full anymore, after all, ordinary people can't eat all these four dishes according to the limit.

In fact, the old beggar in front of him today was the first to be called "Manchu".

As for how the old beggar who came for the first time knew this word, I would like to thank the neighbor who showed the way.

The neighbor told the old beggar that when he arrived at the food house, he could just order a "full compilation", and he didn't know that there was already an extra dish of rice bowl in the food house.

Listening to Chen Mo's words, the old beggar smiled.

Pick up the chopsticks and pick up the rice quickly.

Chen Mo looked at the speed at which the old beggar ate in surprise, it was simply... Like a vacuum cleaner, swallow a full plate of food into your mouth.

"Okay, the ratio of soup to food is just right, the dish is chewy, the rice is soft and glutinous, fragrant, spicy, and numb, it is really a beautiful match!"

The old beggar patted his stomach with one hand and picked his teeth with the other, and said to himself: "Alas, the amount is not enough, and I am still a little hungry..."

Chen Mo's chin was about to drop to the ground, this old beggar ate two people's portions alone, and he actually said that he was not full enough, did he put a sack in his stomach?

"Hmm... Yes, it's been a long time since I've had such a delicious meal. If you want me to say, our Chinese food is still the best, and those things made by foreigners can't get into my eyes at all. ”

Hearing the old beggar's words, many people at the next table showed mocking laughter.

"Hmph, boss, settle the bill!"

The old beggar took out a 50 yuan sheet and handed it to Chen Mo.

(The guy at the entrance of the alley at the moment: Hey, where's the money just now... ）

This one...

Chen Mo pointed to the menu and said, "Old man, I'm sorry, please take a look at the menu, the four dishes are a total of 170 yuan, and your money is not enough." ”

"What?!"

The old beggar looked at the menu, and sure enough, the price was so expensive!

"Hmm... Well... Hmm..."The old beggar didn't expect that a Chinese meal would be able to eat a big ticket.

"Hey, old man, don't you want to eat the overlord meal? ”

"Old beggar, you shouldn't come into this shop, wouldn't it be good to beg honestly?"

"In my opinion, he was going to come for white food. ”

"Chen Mo, hurry up and coax him away, I don't think he will be able to come up with the money. ”

Hearing the chatters at the next table, the old beggar's face turned red.

"Phew, I, Ouyang Feng, am a person who eats white food indiscriminately, why are you talking nonsense out of thin air. ”

"What's the nonsense?" a frequent diner immediately retorted, "I see that you only have these 50 yuan on you, I'm afraid you won't be able to pay another penny, and you don't want to eat white food?"

The old beggar widened his eyes and said, "If you don't have enough money, you don't have to eat white food, and if you don't have enough money... Can it be eaten for nothing?"

Then there were some difficult words, such as "beggars are poor", "white camel mountain" and the like, which caused everyone to laugh.

Seeing that the old beggar was embarrassed, Chen Mo sighed.

This old beggar is almost as old as his grandfather, and he can't force him, so he should do a good deed.

"Old gentleman, you can go, this meal, count me as you invited. ”

"Then what's going on!" The old beggar heard Chen Mo's words and immediately put 50 yuan back in his pocket.

He said no, but his actions were honest.

The old beggar lowered his head and hesitated for a moment, then reached into his bosom and groped for something.

"Old beggar, don't you still have a treasure with you?"

The crowd burst into laughter again.

The old beggar was unmoved, and took out a thick oilcloth from his bosom, on which were written black words, as if written with a brush.

"Young man, your cooking is delicious and kind, and I admire you. This oilcloth is my ancestral heirloom, and it is not a treasure, but it is useless to follow me, so I will give it to you, and it will be worth my meal. In my opinion, you should be the real owner of this tarpaulin. ”

The old beggar stood up, put the oilcloth in Chen Mo's hand, and then walked out of the door without looking back on his crutches.

"Is this beggar a liar, just taking a rag and trying to fool people?" said one diner.

Chen Mo spread out the tarpaulin and looked at it.

At the top of the tarpaulin are four large black brush characters written vigorously: mapo tofu.

It turned out to be a recipe.

But when I looked down, this recipe turned out to be incomplete...