The summer cicada always wakes up much earlier than people, and it has already squeaked in the trees, and the morning light is refracted on the ground through the slightly white dewdrops, forming beautiful spots of light.

Yang Lin had just finished warming up, changed into a white-bottomed shirt, stepped on cloth shoes, and was about to go out for a morning run when he suddenly met Xiao Yun who came back from outside.

The little maid was struggling to carry a half-person-high wooden barrel in her hand, which was full of changing clothes, and when she looked up and saw that it was Yang Lin, she was stunned and said, "Uncle......"

"Morning."

"Morning ...... Uncle, are you going out? The little girl obviously hadn't gotten used to this way of greeting, and was stunned before she reacted.

"Take advantage of the good air and go for a walk."

"Hmm...... Exercise. ”

Since that incident, my uncle seems to have changed as a person, and a lot of strange words come out from time to time, and the words 'exercise' have often been on my lips recently, and the little girl will learn and use it now.

"Uncle, you wait......"

Before the little girl finished speaking, she hurriedly carried the wooden barrel to the yard, and after waiting for long, she reappeared in front of him, still holding a sachet in her hand, and said breathlessly: "Uncle also bring Xiao Yun." ”

Do? Is this because you are afraid of getting lost?

And this sachet...... Oh, it's a wallet, and the little girl is really considerate.

So inexplicably, there was a small follower behind him, and it changed from a morning run by one person to a morning market by two people.

Compared with the streets that are still empty after seven o'clock in the later generations, the morning market in Bianjing is indeed much more lively, the shops on the roadside are lined up early, and the stove is lit early to do business, the master who works at the door here has a high nose and deep eyes, and his face is full of beard, it should be a Hu cake shop, white flour cake Pi, smeared with oil and sprinkled with sesame seeds, and the fragrance will come out, in fact, it is the sesame baked cake of later generations, fortunately, there should be no trouble with gutter oil in this year; Over there, there is another soup noodle shop of Zhang Luo, a five-year-old and three-thick aunt, with thick soup in a white porcelain bowl and some thumb-sized soft dough sheets floating around. There are also some shops selling soy milk, pancakes, and steamed buns, which are very lively inside and outside the store, and some even line up.

Of course, Yang Lin did not follow the excitement, even the most prestigious alum building in these years may not be able to catch up with the restaurants on the streets and alleys of later generations, the operation of modern assembly lines, the supply of raw materials across seasons and regions, etc., etc., are by no means one or two signboards that can be compared.

In this way, there are probably a few gaps between the two industrial revolutions, even if they are now researching seasonings such as monosodium glutamate, they may not be able to change their essence, and it may be wishful thinking to become famous through this, at most make some small money, and then fall into the trouble of plagiarism and anti-plagiarism.

Of course, from the perspective of a future generation, there are actually many ways to make money, anyway, they are coming, and they will think slowly when they need it in the future.

Entered a shop that sold noodles, the guys were busy shouting inside and out, most of the people in and out of the shop were ordinary people, Yang Lin walked in a dress and looked a little broad.

The food in the Shen family's mansion is not very good, compared with the later generations, it is naturally more than one grade worse, and after eating for a long time, it is a little difficult to eat, so it is good to come out today to change the taste.

After Xiao Yun sat down, her eyes were glued to the boiling soup, until the boss brought the noodles with a smile, and she couldn't wait to pick up the chopsticks.

The first bite in his mouth, Yang Lin's movements froze, Xiao Yun was eating with joy, seeing that he didn't eat, he said suspiciously: "Uncle, what's wrong?" ”

It's not like that, it's just the taste......

The cook lady in the Shen Mansion probably came out of the palace, right?

"Don't you think it tastes...... Well...... Anyway, it's a little unpalatable......"

Xiao Yun bit off the noodles in her mouth, as if she was a little embarrassed, "Uncle, the food outside is not as good as in the house, but this noodle shop is already much better than others." ”

Much better than others?

Case......

Yang Lin put down the chopsticks, he still didn't change his taste, it's a big deal to go back and eat again.

He really can't appreciate such a sour noodle with a clear soup and a sour taste, even if it is Laotan sauerkraut beef noodles, it is a little spicy.

Seeing that Yang Lin didn't eat, Xiao Yun didn't dare to eat, and beckoned the boss to plan to settle the meal, but he didn't want the boss to be dignified, and when he saw the two bowls of noodles on the table that had not touched a few chopsticks, he didn't even want money.

"Why doesn't the guest officer eat? Isn't it that the noodles in the small shop are not to your taste? To tell you the truth, in Bianliang City, the small shop is not said to be the most delicious, it is also full of people, what do you mean? ”

Yang Lin glanced at the food in front of him again, and then picked up the silver taels in Xiao Yun's hand, tried to stuff them into the boss's hand, and said, "The boss's noodles are very good, we have an urgent matter......

Early in the morning, what can be urgent?

The boss's face is green a few times, although it is just a small person in the market, but this bowl of noodles is wide, big and fragrant, it is a perfect work of careful cooking, how can you say that it is ruined, and you use silver taels to stain my signboard?

"The guest officer is here on purpose to find fault?"

Yang Lin was about to get up, but for no reason he was buttoned by the boss, and he glanced around in confusion, only to find that the diners were staring at him.

Xiao Yun blushed suddenly and gently tugged at his sleeve.

"Boss, I just think the taste of this noodle is too bland, and I'm not here to find fault."

"Bland?" The boss didn't do business either, and the pestle picked up Yang Lin's chopsticks and stuffed them into his mouth without disgust at the table, which was still the delicious taste from before!

The diners on the side don't seem to be able to listen to it anymore, they eat this noodle every day, and you can't say it if you come in and eat a chopstick?

"I don't think Mo sells soup cakes next door, so you can find fault?"

"Lao Chen's noodles have been sold for more than ten years, and it is the first time that someone has said that they are not delicious."

"Is your tongue more expensive? All of us who have eaten for so many years have lived in vain? ”

"I think this kid Bacheng is deliberately trying to stir up trouble."

Xiao Yun was frightened, stood up and hid beside Yang Lin, and had the courage to refute a few words, but was frightened back again.

"Okay." Yang Lin shook his head, picked up the noodle bowl, and sandwiched a noodle, "Although soft and glutinous is good, the noodles have no gluten, and they taste like chewing wax, especially if there is no rich seasoning." ”

The boss was stunned by what he said, and then asked, "Do you know how to make noodles?" ”

"Well, a little bit ......"

"Won't you say anything? My old Chen is an ancestral craft. ”

"Why don't I try it?"

"Ahh The boss was stunned, he didn't expect the other party to really want noodles, and before he could speak, Xiao Yun had already shaken his head and dissuaded: "Uncle, the gentleman is far away, ......"