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What's more, this is a popular rumor for foodies, and it is just in time for the Lantern Festival on the 15th day of the first lunar month, which is just the day to join in the fun. Moreover, there is also a gathering of delicious and delicious shijie here. Moreover, this is still the densely populated city of Beijing City......

Of course, such a food party naturally attracted countless old diners, and attracted countless Zhang San, Li Si, Wang Wu, who love to join in the fun. Therefore, when the opening ceremony of this food exchange meeting has just ended, and the barricade blocking the gate of the archway has just been removed, the previous spectacular scene was suddenly staged.

Countless people, like swarms of bees exploding their nests, poured in like floods that opened the floodgates.

The crowd was like a tide, and it quickly filled the entire long street.

A few minutes ago, in the middle of the stalls on both sides, the empty road surface more than ten meters wide was occupied by a crowded crowd in the blink of an eye.

When the flow of people stabilized, another distinctive cultural form also appeared.

Suddenly, the whole street came alive.

Here, an uncle wearing a melon skin hat and a horse coat with a bat pattern is holding a towel in the crook of his arm with one hand, supporting his waist with the other, and shouting the head of the white water sheep in a tone like singing;

Over there, a Uygur uncle wearing a square hat shouted with a trembling tongue: Urumqi's mutton, Urumqi's mutton, Urumqi's mutton skewers~,;

In the past, a lady of a dynasty family used Jindalai's music to sell cakes;

In addition to the sides of the street, there are also famous snack eaters who enter the interior of the river. They carried straw handles one by one, and there were sugar gourds, sugar people, and noodle people on the grass handles. The shouting was also subdued and frustrated, quite pleasant.

As the stalls shouted and opened, the south and the north converged, making the entire food street, which was already noisy, even more lively. It's even more vigorous.

Not to mention the fragrance of the street, not to mention the huge food corridor that is thousands of meters long, just hearing the shouts of this Huaxia, shijie, and southern and northern tones, it already makes people feel that they don't need to make this trip.

In this atmosphere, unless it is a person like Xiao Dong who is in danger, no one can not be excited, and no one can let the mood go down.

As the eaters who were aroused by the smell of worms, they surrounded the stalls one by one. There were a lot of exclamations, sipping of hot soup, and the hissing of people who were burned to the mouth......

At the same time, there is also the crisp sound of gold and iron striking the money box.

Because the surrounding stalls either have a strong shout, or the signboard is bright or wafting an attractive fragrance, so naturally they gather a group of diners. After each booth, a small table for four people per person was almost full.

However, Zhang Jin's stall was rarely visited for a long time because no one shouted, there was no bright signboard, and there was hardly any smell escaping from the vat.

Occasionally, when someone saw such a huge vat on the fire, he came to ask a few words curiously, and basically shook his head and left.

"This master, what are you here?"

"Soup!"

"What soup?"

"White soup!"

"Meat or vegetables?"

"If you don't bring it, it's white soup!"

"How much is a bowl?"

"Ten pieces!"

"Neurotic!"

There were a total of three or five curious guests, and after they asked Zhang Jin a question, they turned around and left one by one. ..., although ten yuan is now, it is no longer the era when great unity is the biggest vote. When it comes to purchasing power, you can hardly do anything.

However, just a bowl of soup weighing three or four or two, and it is a white soup with no meat and no vegetables, it costs ten yuan, who will buy it?

So, more than ten minutes have passed, and the uncle and aunt who sells meat and steamed buns next door have already sent away more than a dozen satisfied guests, but Zhang Jin has not even opened the big tank.

Zhang Jin didn't care about this kind of scene, he continued to sit next to the vat, looking at the excitement left and right, listening to the singing and shouting.

The wall is thousands of feet, and there is no desire to be rigid.

Zhang Jin didn't want to make a name for himself on this stage, and he didn't plan to make money from the week-long food exchange. Even if the whole pot of soup is smashed in your hand, it is just trivial. Even if his reputation in the kitchen industry is so bad that he doesn't care. He doesn't rely on the cook's profession to eat.

Therefore, Zhang Jin, who holds this idea, is naturally very calm and HA. Live.

Zhang Jin, who is a stall owner, has this attitude, and Xiao Dong, who has always been deeply afraid of tank poisons, prays with a drum in his heart. He prayed that this vat of murderous poison would be left unvisited for the next few days.

Let him survive these few days in peace and continue to live.

In this case, Zhang Jin's stall, which is only a few square meters, has become the most depressed piece of land in this neighborhood, and maybe even the entire street.

Just when Zhang Jin was curiously waiting, which one was the first to have the courage to eat crabs, and which one was the first person who was not afraid to waste a big hair to let himself uncover the cylinder head.

"Jinjin, we're coming!"

Following the prestige, Zhang Jinzheng saw Ye Hong and a group of foodies who came from the Shenzhen market, looking at him with a smile in front of the vat. Zhang Jin stood up with a smile and complained to a few people:

"You're here. You know, in order to keep my promise to wait for you to eat together, I'm still hungry! Don't talk nonsense, today's snack street journey starts with our old fresh soup. ”

As he spoke, Zhang Jin let a few people to the back of the stall and sit down at the small table that belonged to him. Then, he greeted the neighbor's aunt who was selling meat buns

"Auntie, help me get eight years of white buns, and I'll give you money later!"

"Look at what you said, aren't they just eight white buns? How can I ask you for money? ”

As he spoke, he casually picked up eight flour scones from the board and handed them over.

As neighbors, as folk masters of the same level who can also ascend to this shijie Wei Club, these two old couples who sell meat and steamed buns will certainly not refute Zhang Jin's face because of this small request.

After dividing the white buns one by one to several people, Zhang Jin stood up and walked towards the huge clay pot.

Before leaving, Zhang Jin said very complacently:

"Let you taste the craftsmanship that we have been working hard for half a night! Definitely a great accompaniment to white cakes! ”

Yesterday, there were three pairs and six people who were killed from Shenzhen to Beijing.

Wei Feng is a couple, Xiao Fei is a couple, and Hu Dongyue is a couple.

As a civil servant, as a bureaucrat, as a backer. Wei Feng's department, although he had already started working a few days ago. However, he was still able to talk to the leader and go to this shijie food exchange meeting to learn in the name of official study.

Not only reimbursement at public expense, but also travel allowance;

Wei Feng's girlfriend Lan Feifei is still a junior in college, and the school has not yet opened at this time, so she naturally has a lot of free time;

Xiao Fei and Mu Xinran's husband and wife's work was not too busy just after the New Year. So they both took leave to go to the meeting.

Hu Dongyue and his wife are both designers of the design institute. During the first month, it is basically the off-season, so you can also take a free time. …,

As for the stone pattern that was originally planned to come, it was a temporary matter that had to regret the appointment.

And Luo Bei, as the small boss of a logistics company, naturally couldn't get out of the way when logistics was busiest after the year. Therefore, I can only sit in the office of the deep market, thinking about the dazzling food in Beijing, and drooling empty.

And Aunt Shen, the second child in Zhang Jin's dormitory, and his Spanish beautiful wife, because it is rare to return to China once, they have to spend the Shangyuan Festival at home tonight, and they can come over tomorrow.

The seven people present have tasted Zhang Jin's craftsmanship more than once, and they are amazed by the food cooked by Zhang Jin. After listening to Zhang Jin's boastful words, they naturally believed ten out of ten without objection, full of expectations.

However, Xiao Dong, who was standing next to him eavesdropping, couldn't help but take two steps back again on the basis of being a few meters away from the vat after Zhang Jin finished speaking.

When Zhang Jin finished boasting to the seven dead friends and their families, he asked Xiao Dong if he had eaten breakfast and if he wanted to have some food with them when there were no guests. Although Xiao Dong still didn't speak, his head shook like a rattle. The brisk movements are all gone, and the imbecile appearance before is gone.

This Xiao Dong always kept silent, but after rejecting Zhang Jin's invitation, he looked at several eagerly awaited guys with pity, and secretly complained in his stomach:

"Taste it, taste it all, will you? Even if you can't smoke it just by smelling it, if you don't drink it well, it will be a bad end. You'll find out in a minute! ”

In Xiao Dong's memory, the lethality of this pot of soup is by no means inferior to concentrated sulfuric acid, aqua regia, and half a step with a smile. It belongs to the category of prohibited chemical weapons that are listed in the white paper of international law.

Therefore, even if Zhang Jin diligently brought out bowls of white soup, when he passed by Xiao Dong's side, he held his breath and was afraid of smelling a little. When Zhang Jin quickly put the eight bowls of soup with his hands and feet, and served them over again and again, Xiao Dong, who had always held his breath and didn't dare to breathe, even suffocated his face into eggplant color, and almost lost his breath.

Just when Xiao Dong was secretly glad that he not only rejected Zhang Jin's invitation, but also escaped the poisonous gas attack when Zhang Jin passed by with a bowl, what happened next made him completely confused.

This belonged to Zhang Jin, who was originally the only clean stall on the street, and suddenly surrounded the surging heads, asking one by one:

"What's in this tank? Eat or drink? ”

"How much...... No matter how much it is, give me some! ”

"It's too fragrant, no, it's too fresh. It's so fresh! ”

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