It's easy to go uphill and difficult to go downhill, that's used to describe Qin Guan, who went up the mountain and sprinkled joy, didn't even pinch the gate all the way, and under the screams of Cong Nianwei behind him, he slipped away in the direction of the seaside wantonly. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

In just ten minutes of galloping, he arrived at the place where he had fought, the first beach where he and Cong Nianwei left footprints side by side.

At this time, the turbulent waves are rolling with white foam, and the endless sea is in front of you.

The sand, that day, the sea, is here, not a single bit.

At this time, Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei were snotty bubbles, and they were silently facing the sea in the eyes of the aunt who had just cleaned up the beach and cleaned up the beach...

People are in spring, and the cold wind is biting here.....

The combination of cold air from Siberia and the oceanic winter monsoon makes this a paradise for snow nests...

The second stop of the memories of youth: the seaside, pretending to be b, failure.

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"Cong Nianwei..."

"Well, don't ask, I'm cold...."

"Hehe... Let's go next, shall we? ”

Cong Nianwei looked at her boyfriend with extremely surprised eyes, as if she knew him for the first time, she didn't expect him to be such a persistent person.

But looking at the face that was wrapped in only a pair of eyes, her heart involuntarily softened.

This is his boyfriend.,Rare romantic feelings that want to play.,Although it's been a failure in two locations in a row.,But aren't there two more in his plan?

So, Cong Nianwei used the most gentle words in her life, and replied weakly: "Okay, go to the next stop." ”

Because that's the safest stop to eat the street food that I used to miss the most.

Not to mention the fun and convenience of street stalls, when you get out of school, you can put the car in place, but only a few minutes of work in your hands to get fragrant food, this indescribable satisfaction, is sitting in the rules of the restaurant, we are difficult to feel.

Two or three friends, or chatting, or fighting, when the girl they like passes by, deliberately make a little noise to attract the attention of the other party, even if it is a retrospective, can make the first love of themselves reminisce for a long time.

The cheap price and affordable portions are also the first choice for these sheep herding children to fill their stomachs before returning to their parents in the evening.

Fortunately, the small bar of Y City, from the sea to the Southwest River, is only ten minutes away, and the small market that has not changed for many years is still standing firmly in place.

The two best positions on the left and the right are the most popular fried stews and assorted skewers stalls at the street entrance.

The three-yuan stew and the five-cent meat skewers have not changed in this small city where prices have not yet begun to expand.

Successfully arrived at the destination, Qin Guan took Cong Nianwei's hand, couldn't help but tighten, and stood in front of the old mother who had always been kind in his impression.

This is a shop that Qin Guan has frequented since elementary school, and the dishes that have been the same for decades have not changed now, and now the people have not changed, the corners have not changed, and even the most familiar taste has not changed in the slightest.

"Boss, 5 skewers of chicken, 5 skewers of mutton, two more strings of shiitake mushrooms, two skewers of potatoes, bean skin, chili peppers, two bowls of millet porridge..."

A series of menus were said to be extremely smooth, but the kind old lady turned around and cleaned up.

'Zila...'

The meat skewers in warm oil bubble out of the golden liquid, and the fragrance of fried food wafts through the open-air shop made of plastic canopy.

That's right, the meat skewers at this restaurant are very special, and unlike the iron plate fried vegetables, these chicken and pork are specially marinated by the proprietress and then wrapped in flour mixed with eggs and fried in oil.

Because the marinated meat pieces are uniform in size, the sauce is fragrant and delicious, and even the paste hanging on the outer layer is the precise and light operation of the proprietress for many years.

Then in a fryer with low heat to control the oil temperature, slowly cook the meat inside, and then roll it three times in the hot oil pot with increased heat, and wait until it comes out of the pot, and then sprinkle the proprietress with special salt and pepper powder and chili noodles according to the personal taste of the guests.

Let the meat skewers here eat hot mouth, bite crispy and dregs, eat the meat in the mouth juicy and full, with all the essence of fried food, but abandon the greasy taste of big oil, its reputation has spread all over the surrounding schools.

Due to the word of mouth among the students, those little gluttonous cats who are far away in the third middle school can ride for dozens of minutes and come over to eat a bite during the holidays.

The proprietress knows the knowledge of management very well, and after the gravy fried skewers are served, she takes out two small bowls of millet porridge from the big iron insulation bucket.

The millet in Y city is naturally not as famous as Qinzhou yellow in Shanxi and Longshan millet in Shandong, but this golden millet from the suburbs of the city is with a unique sweet fragrance in this city.

The millet porridge that was boiled quite hot, under the operation of the simple iron spoon in Cong Nianwei's hand, when the spoon was lifted above the edge of the bowl, the millet hanging on it was thick and sticky...

Wait until the vegetables that have been fried on the countertop of the charcoal-grilled iron roaster are served on a plate and handed over.

Holding chopsticks and mixing vegetables in porridge and rice, it becomes a delicious dish with soup and water.

Qin Guan, who was sitting in the innermost part, handed a pair of fried mixed mushrooms with chopsticks to Cong Nianwei's bowl, and was about to have a taste of affection, when there was a loudest noise outside this small shed.

"Grandma, take away 10 strings of pigs!"

"Grandma, three meat, three vegetarian and rice porridge, eat here!"

The students around are out of school.

The green and white school uniform is the tenth middle school, the closest to here, the younger ones with a little apple red face are the elementary school students in the neighborhood, and the ones who are dressed up are the vocational high schools over there.

Wait for more than ten minutes in the evening, the students from the No. 5 Middle School who rushed over from the big slope and the No. 1 Middle School where Qin Guan studied will also arrive one after another.

This quiet place in the middle of noisy is no longer quiet and warm. And Qin Guan's raised hands also paused on the spot.

The space is really limited, and the small benches and small round tables here are filled with countless friends of all sizes sitting in rows in an instant.

Among the students who are still young and show their personalities, Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei are like two old cabbage gangs thrown into a pile of small green onions.

So, everyone's eyes turned to these two 'adults' with curiosity, watching them show their affection in the most humble small shop on the street. (To be continued.) )