"It smells so good!" When he came to an intersection, Ming Yulong stopped, took a deep breath, and looked sideways towards the source of the rich fragrance.

A simple façade, the door made of primary color wood has traces of fireworks left by the years, there is not much decoration, only more than a dozen rectangular tables and chopsticks, but it looks very clean, without some of the storefront oily feeling.

Although it's almost lunch time, there are still quite a few people eating wontons here.

Ming Yulong touched her stomach, she used two pieces of snacks for breakfast, walked for a while, just a little hungry, smelling this fragrant fragrance, she didn't want to leave.

Seeing that the signboard of this store reads "Lao Zhang Wonton" four beautiful brush words, which are completely different from the style of the entire storefront, the style is outstanding, the pen is drawn into a painting, and he turned his head to Rong Yi and smiled,

"For the sake of the fragrance and this sign, we should all go in and have a bowl."

Rong Yi saw her gluttonous appearance, and when he heard her words, the smile on the corner of his mouth spread, and his handsome face like a jade bloomed like an orchid in an instant, and he raised his eyebrows and asked:

"Do you think the signboard is well written?"

Ming Yulong nodded, "It's really good, just these four words, the whole façade has changed from simple to simple." ”

"Thanks for the compliment." Rong Yimo's eyes flashed with a glint of light, and before she could react, she walked towards the store and said very naturally: "Uncle Zhang, come here for two bowls of wontons." ”

Ming Yulong was stunned for a moment, and then looked carefully at the words on the signboard, and finally found that Wei Lu He always felt a little familiar when he looked at these handwritings just now.

This is clearly the same as the words written in Rong Yi's book borrowed from her, but these four words should be a long time ago, at least seven or eight years old.

Compared with today's delicately drawn fonts, these characters are a different kind of youthfulness, and the pen is not as strong as it was in adulthood.

She was led by someone to praise him, this cunning thing.

Ming Yulong walked over, sat next to Rong Yi, looked at the familiar appearance between him and Uncle Zhang, raised his eyebrows and said:

"I don't see how often you come to a place like this to eat wontons."

"So where do you think I should go to eat ravioli?" Rong Yi retracted his gaze, looked at Ming Yulong, and asked with a light smile.

Ming Yulong propped up his chin and rolled his eyes, "It should be in a big restaurant, your image, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like you're eating a roadside shop." ”

I lived in a rosewood house, used ebony teacups, wore unique rhyme satin, and should be very particular about eating.

"Really? That means you don't know me well enough. Rong Yi smiled disappreliantly, and there was a ghostly light in his ink eyes.

"The wontons made by Uncle Zhang are very delicious, they are very famous in the capital, if they don't come early, they won't be available at the next table."

"Lailuo!" The boss Zhang Bo is an ordinary middle-aged man, with a generous appearance, medium height, and a pair of big hands full of the color of working people, and said enthusiastically: "Two bowls of wontons, thin skin and meat, eat and keep chewy." ”

Rong Yi nodded and said to Uncle Zhang: "She has inconvenient hands, bring her a spoon." ”

"It's good." Zhang Bo's voice was loud and his movements were fast, and he went to get it inside, and Ming Yulong heard a more refreshing female voice scolding inside:

"You take a pair of chopsticks and a spoon and wash it again for Rong Shizi, and then serve the sauce and fragrant meat we made."