Outsiders and locals crowded the tables in the Frost and Snow Shop.

Outsiders giggle and eat breakfast.

The locals ate their breakfast without saying a word.

If outsiders are childcare, there can't be so many locals who are childcare.

More locals jumped in and started experimenting.

Locals found that the Shuangxue shop not only tasted better tofu brain, but also tasted much better than the mom-and-pop shop, so they would rather give up the mom-and-pop shop that they had eaten for many years, and also eat from outsiders.

It's a slap in the face, but it's delicious.

The business of the mom-and-pop shop is not as good as before, but fortunately, the things prepared by the small store every day are rationed, and the stalls are closed when they are sold out, and the mom-and-pop shop has customers.

But those beggars and homeless people are finished, and they will never be able to eat a meal from the Frost and Snow Shop.

A few days later, before the door opened in the morning, there was a long queue at the Frost and Snow Shop.

In contrast, the mom-and-pop shop next door looks deserted.

The queue is still long, and the things in the frost and snow shop have been sold out.

In the last noodle nest, under the watchful eyes of the people in line, Fu Ning picked it up, broke it, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed it carefully.

In terms of pure taste, this noodle nest has far surpassed the texture of the neighbor's mom-and-pop shop.

However, there is still no layered taste like peeling shallots.

Fu Ning chewed very slowly, so slow that he seemed to be a toothless old man.

These days, he has tried all kinds of methods, all kinds of noodle techniques, but he still can't make the level of a mom-and-pop shop.

This is harmless for diners, though, because most diners don't taste it at all.

But Fu Ning couldn't ignore this problem, not to talk about his own pursuit of cooking skills, but the master's taste requirements, and he had to make it.

Originally, he was full of confidence, and he had never encountered a cooking skill that he could not learn.

But after all these days of trying, he didn't find any clue.

Fu Ning deeply felt that he couldn't underestimate these folk gourmets.

What to do? I went to consult the couple, I am afraid that they will not tell him.

Fu Ning got up, walked to the pot of the fried noodle nest in the mom-and-pop shop, and just looked at the couple in a daze.

The Frost and Snow shop sold out of things, and all the people who didn't eat breakfast went to the mom-and-pop stalls.

This is the busiest time for the couple.

Fu Ning just stood by someone's pot, watching them put noodles into the pot, fry them, and scoop them up......

The husband finally couldn't help it: "Young man, you are already better than mine, what are you going to see me doing?" ”

Fu Ning didn't answer, still staring at him intently.

After a long time, Fu Ning suddenly spoke: "Why are there so many breaks on the spoon you use to scoop glutinous rice noodles?" ”

The husband replied with a smile: "It's been used for too long, the spoon is broken, and it should have been replaced with a new one. When you really can't use it and buy a new one. ”

Fu Ning suddenly laughed, laughing heartily and strangely, and then suddenly ran to his small shop, grinding soy milk again, and making noodles and noodles.

Hu Jingyun said: "Master, senior brother is going to make a noodle nest again, shall we still go fishing on the Han River?" ”

Zhao Shuang said: "No, we have something more delicious." ”

"Something more delicious? Face Socket? I just ate the noodle nest made by the elder brother, and I'm full. Hu Jingyun patted her stomach.

Zhao Shuang said: "We will have a better noodle nest." ”