I was born in a county town, the city is not big or small, there are many delicacies to eat, and most importantly, I have my friends.

When I woke up in the morning, my stomach was grumbling with hunger, and I walked out of the house with the money, walking in the most familiar snack street, with stalls on both sides, selling soup powder, glutinous rice, xiao long bao, big steamed buns, pancakes and fruits, glutinous rice baba, marshmallows, and a series of delicious things.

I shook my head and looked at the owner of the seller, smiling and beckoning to customers, the aroma came to my nose, but I couldn't help but want to find the best soup noodles in the county.

After about 20 minutes of strolling, I came to the fork in the food street and was stopped by an old friend.

"Would you like to have breakfast together?"

"Yes, follow me to find food!" I gladly accepted.

In this way, my friends and I formed a food hunter, swore to die not to succumb to the heat of the sun, and continued to wander around the county.

About an hour later, the two of them arrived outside the city, stood by the ridge, smelled a very fragrant smell, and looked up to see a middle-aged woman wearing an apron, busy going back and forth.

"We want to buy soup powder, do we?" I asked.

"Come on." The middle-aged woman beckoned.

After walking to the edge of the ridge, the two of them walked down the stone steps to the door of the middle-aged woman's house, and sat on the balcony, obediently waiting for the arrival of the soup powder.

"Please eat." A middle-aged woman carries two bowls of soup powder and places them on a clean floor.

The first time I ate breakfast on the ground, it felt amazing, but the soup powder exuded a fragrant aroma, I couldn't help laughing, I took a sip of the soup, I didn't feel greasy when it entered my throat, the spicy level was just right, my tongue touched the minced pork, it was grainy, and it was delicious.

After taking a sip of the soup, I began to feel unsatisfied, glanced at my friend, raised my hand and shouted, "Boss, I still have a dollar here, can I fry eggs?" ”

"Okay." The middle-aged woman ran into the kitchen.

Whoa!

The sound of the omelette sounded and reached my ears, and my nose smelled the eggs that did not smell fishy.

The middle-aged woman was frying eggs, and I couldn't wait for me to take a bite of the noodles, and the delicious feeling jumped in my mouth, like a live fish, bouncing and swimming into my stomach.

When the omelette came, the powder in the bowl was gone, and the middle-aged woman felt a little sorry, but I was not angry, I took the fried egg, still hot and sent it to my mouth, and after eating, we left the shop.

Return to the county seat......

I asked, "Old friend, will we go again next time?" ”

"Go if you have time."

"That's it. I didn't expect to run out of town for a breakfast, and I couldn't believe that the shop was so delicious! ”

"What is this, there is a grandmother next door to my house, she got up at 5 o'clock for a good breakfast, took the car to the city, and came back with a lot of packaged soup powder."

"It's amazing." I admired it from the bottom of my heart.

Later, the two of them went home separately, lying on the bed, I couldn't describe the bowl of delicious soup powder, and there was an endless memory in my mouth, although it was an ordinary practice, but it presented the delicious taste of the world.