Hodden likes to dig into the streets and alleys to dig for civilian food, and the shyness is only part of the reason, but the real reason is because the food is hidden in these places.

Compared with the exquisite food of the aristocratic lords, the wisdom of the common people is hidden in the details of life such as clothing, food, housing and transportation, and patient search can always find something.

This small shop located not far from the pier has no name at all, it is a small breakfast shop run by a family of three, but the ingredients are very honest, and the taste is very authentic, it is completely the taste of home, a bowl of Prometheus with a Zinfandel is not only full but also happy.

This nameless shop is not Holden's own discovery, but in the process of looking for food, he got information from the owner of another small shop, and made a special visit to the door, and it really lived up to expectations - and the bundle of hemp was also the ingredient that the owner took the initiative to share and inform Holden.

"How's it going, how does it taste?"

The proprietor is a woman in her early thirties, her husband is in charge of cooking in the back kitchen, and his wife and son are in charge of greeting customers in the front.

Horgan savored the flavor on the tip of his tongue as if he were working on a laboratory project, but this time with taste and smell, "You should add some more dancome and bay, and the ingredients can be reduced in size so as not to rob the original taste of Prometheus." ”

The proprietress raised her narrow willow eyebrows slightly, and thought seriously for a moment, "Ah! This can reduce the bitterness of a hundred years old, and can also add a little aroma." ”

After saying that, the proprietress smiled widely, "What about the sweet one?"

"No problem, very good taste. Hoden gave a thumbs up and didn't hesitate to praise himself, "This is probably the best Prometheus I've ever tasted in Iwabuchi, the heat is just right, the rich aroma blends perfectly, I really can't ask for more." ”

"Iwabuchi is the best?haha, I don't dare say that, but if you like it, it would be great. The hostess was modest, but not too low-key, and her smiling teasing made the air light up the whole room.

During the last visit, Holden and the proprietress had a great conversation, and the proprietress shared some tips on how to use spices, while Holden proposed the concept of "sweet porridge" and "salty porridge", and generously shared the recipes he had conceived, hoping that the proprietress would continue to develop more delicacies.

For the proprietress that the concept of sweet porridge and salty porridge completely opens the door to a whole new world, which is also an idea that they have never come up with before, and it can even be said that it is a new concept -

Because in Iwabuchi, sweets are always included in the range of desserts, and the food challenge is to incorporate sweetness, which is an unheard of attempt.

But Holden's eloquence made the proprietress decide to take the plunge and try it. Judging from the results, it is very gratifying.

"Guests who like sweetness, far more than those who like savory. "Let me tell you, there are even customers who quarrel directly in my shop, one group of people for sweetness, and the other for salty, and oops, that anger almost demolished my shop." ”

"Ha, that's a good thing. Hodden also laughed, "Because love produces hatred, this is a two-sided thing, the more intense the quarrel, the stronger the love." ”

Even in the Chinese continent of the earth, where sweet and salty originated, sweet and salty pies are still a dispute for the ages, and the argument of not giving an inch has never been able to distinguish between the superior and the inferior.

"When you say that, I get curious, so which one do you prefer?sweet or salty?" the proprietress had a curious glint in her eyes.

"Whether it's sweet or savory, it's delicious. "Holden hit a Tai Chi gossip hand.

The proprietress was slightly stunned, and then laughed heartily, "Truth!

At this moment, there was a bustling noise outside the shop, and the crowd of people swarmed in the same direction like sardines, and the noise of chirping rolled up, and the panicked and nervous faces could be faintly seen, mixed with the crowd.

The proprietress walked quickly to the door, glanced at it, shook her head and sighed again and again, "I don't know what happened again, it looks like an accident." Alas, I hope there is no accident, there has been a lot of restlessness in the vicinity of the docks lately, and a terrible scream had been heard the night before......"

The follow-up words could not be continued, and the proprietress hurriedly turned around and walked in.

Holden had finished his meal at this time, and the feeling of fullness in his abdomen brought warmth and happiness, and his expression was relaxed, looking at the worried look of the proprietress, his mind turned for a moment, and then he stood up, "I'm ready to leave, thank you for your hospitality." ”

As he spoke, Holden was about to pay for it, but the proprietress waved her hand again and again, "This breakfast is mine." Because of your idea, our business has improved a lot, and we have added a lot of new customers, and we have been obviously busy lately, so I won't say more 'thank you', at least I can invite you to breakfast." ”

In fact, Holden does not think that this is his own credit.

Although the recipe originated from him, the research and development process was all done by the proprietress and his wife, and he just moved his mouth, and the proprietress family got up early and worked hard at night, and the life was very hard, so he should not let the other party treat him.

But the proprietress is also right, there are comings and goings, this is the right way to communicate with people, the friendship of a breakfast, this is still no problem.

So, Holden was not hypocritical, and generously agreed, "Then I'll say thank you." ”

After saying hello, Holden left the breakfast shop, but instead of returning to the Eighth District, he walked towards the crowded area in the direction of the docks - the eater has a short mouth, at least to help the proprietress see what is going on here.

The distance is not far, just a few steps can see the surging crowd of people on the inner and outer three floors, and the ears are keenly caught by the sound of gossip.

“...... I heard that it was a river of blood, and the scene was very terrifying. ”

"How did I hear that it was a neighbor who smelled the stench of decay and alerted the vigilantes?"

"What is certain is that the dead are dead. ”

"It seems that a family is dead, all of them are dead, and there is no life. ”

"Where the hell did you get the news? I just heard that a pile of seafood was left in the house and left unprocessed, and it stinked, and the neighbors were immediately angry. ”

"I saw with my own eyes that someone came out covered in blood. ”

"Nonsense! You're late than me, which eye did you see it?

"My cousin's neighbor's uncle's son's high school classmate was in the vigilante, District 9, and he said that it seemed that thirty bodies had been found at the scene, which caused a sensation throughout the Down/City district, so everyone gathered here. ”

"Cut!"