Zeng Gong and Qian Hui boarded the plane to Dragon City early the next morning, where the charity auction was held.

Controlling the mountains and rivers, standing on the shoulders of the world, Longcheng is an important town in the north of China, a historical city, and a world-famous Jin merchant capital, Tang Gaozu once made a career here, and in the Tang Dynasty, it is also the northern capital with a prominent name, the clan land of the Li clan of the Tang Dynasty, and now it has become China's heavy industry and energy base.

The plane took off from Beijing International Airport, and arrived at Wusu International Airport in a short time, and the two of them left the terminal, and Liao Fan was already looking forward to it at the exit.

"Third child, you kid is finally willing to crawl out of your kennel. Liao Fan stepped forward quickly, punched Zeng Gong is face, and said excitedly.

"Isn't this the New Year, my parents are still in their hometown, let them go to the United States with me, they just don't leave, there is no way, I can only go home for the New Year. Zeng Gong spread his hands helplessly, it was not easy to come back from the Pacific Ocean.

"Hmph, you kid ran so far all at once, and let your uncle and aunt follow you around, do you have a taste of New Year in the United States, and people are old, and their homeland is difficult to leave, you can figure it out, and you have wolves there often, how dangerous it is. When Liao Fan heard this, he immediately raised his eyebrows and said, he still remembered the wolves he encountered in Qinglian Ranch.

"Accidents, pure accidents, if there is absolutely no summer, isn't this the time of winter, those wild wolves lack food, under normal circumstances they will attack livestock, who makes your thin skin and tender meat more attractive. Zeng Gong blushed and said curtly.

"Brother Fan, what's wrong. We're not here to listen to you, and the characteristics of Dragon City have to be served by the brothers. We came with our stomachs saved. Qian Hui was afraid that the two of them would not finish talking, so he quickly changed the topic. He really didn't eat when he came to Dragon City, and he was hungry.

"You kid is not a good thing, you had to rob the Jade Buddha in Hong Kong, you didn't know that I was going to use it to bribe my father-in-law. Liao Fan glared at Qian Hui, and then took the two of them into the car.

"The world eats, all in the three Jin" this sentence has been passed down in ancient times, but it is true, the noodle culture of Jin Province has a history of more than 2,000 years, with wheat noodles, sorghum noodles, bean noodles, buckwheat noodles, noodles made of noodles. There are more than 280 kinds of pasta that are well documented, alas, I hope the boss doesn't invite us to eat noodles, Zeng Gong thought with affection.

"Brother Fan, where are you going to take me?" Qian Hui had a bad feeling and asked weakly.

"Don't worry, kid, you can't take you to the wrong place, and I won't kill you with pasta. Liao Fan seemed to see through the thoughts of the two of them, and said with some amusement.

"Hey, hey. Isn't this the noodle culture of Jin Province?" Qian Hui didn't think it was angry and said with a grin.

Driving the car, Liao Fan took the two of them straight to the old city, and only there could they eat authentic food in Jin Province. Although there are other places, they are like pearls in the sea, and only in the old town can there be a strong adherence to tradition. As the years go by, the taste does not change in the slightest.

and fasting.

This is where Liao Fan is coming. The plaques on the courtyard are mottled and decayed, swaying in the north wind. There is a danger of falling at any time, and the road between the entrance and the old town is narrow, as if to tell diners that it is time to eat early, and the place is narrow, and this is also inconspicuous in this row of streets full of food and livelihood.

Finally found a parking space, Liao Fan went straight to the topic and took Zeng Gong and the two towards Bingzhou to eat and kill.

"Isn't it, Brother Fan, this is the place you chose?" Qian Hui said in surprise as he looked at the crumbling plaque above his head.

Although the good brother doesn't care where to eat, but this has to have a decent place, looking at this plaque, you know that it is a dangerous building, and if you don't get it, your life is in danger, let's go to the food stall, Qian Hui muttered in his heart.

"What, Qian Hui, you kid have an opinion here? Let me tell you that if you don't book here three days in advance, you don't want to eat here, if it weren't for the fact that the owner of the restaurant is my elder uncle, we don't need to enter this door." Liao Fan stared at Qian Hui with a smile and said with some pride.

"So amazing?" Qian Hui looked at Liao Fan with some hesitation, he was also a foodie who had traveled from south to north, and Shanxi had also been here, but he had never been to this place.

"Don't you know when you go in?" Zeng Gong suddenly said sullenly, I don't know what the taste is, but the smell that wafts out of it is really authentic.

Qian Hui had nothing to say all of a sudden, and fell behind and followed the two into the Bingzhou Restaurant, which was really different.

Antique, still maintaining the style of the Republic of China, the shopkeeper wearing a coarse cloth coat in front of the counter quickly abacus, calculating the day's harvest, the waiter stood not far away, kept staring at the door, ready to entertain guests at any time, a trace of absent-mindedness flashed in his eyes.

"Uncle Qiao, are you busy?" As soon as Liao Fan entered the door, he shouted at the shopkeeper who was busy settling accounts.

The shopkeeper raised his head, saw Liao Fan, and said angrily: "Are you little rabbit cub hungry again? Go up yourself, you know the place." ”

"Hey, okay, you're busy. Liao Fan smiled, didn't care at all, and walked upstairs with Zeng Gong and the two of them.

"Uncle Qiao is said to be the ancestor of the Qiao family compound to cook cooks, because of the fall of the Qing Dynasty, the Qiao family compound has also declined, some people with active minds also go their own way, his ancestors fell to Longcheng, with their own skills in Longcheng took root, this restaurant has also been in business for nearly a hundred years, insisting on only doing Shanxi local dishes, it can be said that the most authentic place in the whole Shanxi. Liao Fan explained to the two of them while going upstairs.

Zeng Gong nodded secretly, there are fewer and fewer restaurants that insist on their own characteristics, as the traffic becomes more and more developed, the dishes with local characteristics continue to collide, and new dishes will be born every day, but because of the mutual impact and integration, more and more dishes are losing their local characteristics, such as small cuisines like Jin Province, which are most susceptible to external influences.

"Third child, what kind of wine do you say we drink?" Walking into the private room, Liao Fan asked Zeng Gong, who had the most research to see what answers he could have.

"What else can you drink, of course it's Fenjiu. Qian Hui hurriedly replied, Shanxi's Fenjiu is the most famous, what else can you drink if you don't drink it.

"Boss, this restaurant has its own ageing, let's drink the wine brewed in this restaurant. Zeng Gong was silent for a moment and said.

"Haha, the third child, you are really a master of this way, although the wine here is not as delicious as the one you brewed yourself, but it is also unique, compared to the so-called Fenjiu, it is not bad, because every grain of sorghum for wine is selected by themselves. Liao Fan gave Zeng Gong a thumbs up, sure enough, a real diner. (To be continued.) )