Breakfast time is okay, at least the sanitation workers have almost finished their work today, and the roadside stalls for breakfast have also been set up, spread out on the edge of those crowded intersections, and there is no need to shout five or six, after all, someone will naturally come.

Peng Cheng pulled Bei Bei and ran for a long time, without looking back, he stretched the girl's arm and dragged her hard, she struggled, but he didn't care, maybe as soon as she let go, she really stopped, and she would never keep up again.

Panting, Bei Bei couldn't run anymore, Peng Cheng said that he wanted to drink mutton soup, saying that mutton soup was delicious, it was his favorite thing to eat, anyway, it was still early, you could look for it, he said he wanted Bei Bei to try it.

"No one drinks mutton soup in the morning. Bei Bei was a casual lie, she didn't want to go any further, and her footsteps dragged heavily behind, saying something just to stop and rest.

Most of the stalls along the street are soy milk fritters, porridge and pies, and there will be a few shops selling wontons, but there is no mutton soup.

Both of them were very tired, the young man's forehead was oozing sweat, Bei Bei complained all the way, but he still insisted, he said that the mutton soup was so delicious, it would not be unsold, and it would definitely be found.

Finally, Bei Bei couldn't walk anymore, seeing that there was a stall selling pies in front of her, she took a few steps over, sat down, and was sure that this was the house, and she would never leave again. Xu saw that he couldn't resist her anymore, so Peng Cheng also sat down, stupid, he seemed to be a little disappointed, and he lowered his head and was not very happy.

Bei Beiding didn't like to look at his virtue, she turned her face away, rolled her huge eyes, the young man didn't see the girl's disdain, he shouted at the boss, lowered his head and fiddled with the chopsticks on the table, quite a dying sense of powerlessness: "Does the boss have mutton soup?"

As soon as these words came out, the girl suddenly felt that her head was suffocated, this guy was simply paranoid, he had been gone for so long, and he had not changed in the slightest for the persistence of the sheep soup, which was really unbearable. She was anxious, pinched her brows and glared at him fiercely, and shouted, "Come on five pie bosses." Ignoring his stubbornness about mutton soup, she will eat pies, and whoever she loves will drink mutton soup.

"A bowl of mutton soup and five pies, here. The proprietor shouted and brought the lamb soup and pie to the table, as if it had been prepared earlier, just waiting for the two of them to come, which was very fast.

Peng Cheng pursed his lips and was happy, Bei Bei opened his mouth to look at the things on the table, everyone was stupid, he was as strange as a ghost, he had been looking for so long, why did he still play like this?

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What is the mutton soup, Bei Bei has never drunk it, but I only heard that it is a milky white soup made of sheep offal, so I mixed the ingredients with the haggis and soup, as for the taste, it has always been mixed. People who like it say that it is a rare delicacy, and it is addictive to drinking soup, but some people say that this thing tastes weird and smells disgusting, like the smell of sheep.

Bei Bei stared at the turbid liquid brought by the boss, she looked at it for a long time and didn't want to drink it. This mutton soup really doesn't look like something delicious, the old-fashioned white porcelain and blue-edged bowl makes this wrinkled thing look more like the water in the back kitchen of a small restaurant, which is not unusual.

"Do you want to taste it? Peng Cheng scooped up the soup with a spoon and shook it at Beibei.

"I don't want to. The girl didn't think about it, and decisively refused, this soup not only didn't look good, but also had a foul smell, very nasal and refreshing, and Bei Bei couldn't control it.

was rejected by the girl, Peng Chengzhi was not angry, he mixed the ingredients and drank, he really liked it very much, and from time to time he squeaked and squeaked, and he enjoyed it very much.

He scooped up a piece of haggis and handed it to Beibei's mouth: "Daughter-in-law, you taste it, you taste whether this fragrance is fragrant." ”

"Stinks, I smell it, I'm a dog. Bei Bei hurriedly waved her hand and twisted her head, avoiding it.

"It doesn't stink, you taste it. Peng Cheng didn't relax at all, he had to raise it to the girl's mouth, and then looked at her open mouth with a disgusted expression. Maybe in the girl's heart, the hatred for that thing was not as real as she said, she seemed to be loose all the time, and the hardest thing was almost just that mouth.

Biting in the mouth, seriously, it doesn't stink, the haggis is springy, Bei Bei actually thinks that there is a unique meat smell of animal offal and the chewiness of pulling and fighting each other, which is very delicious.

After eating a piece, Peng Cheng stopped pestering her, and the girl watched him drink the soup and shook his head and tail in an intoxicated manner, and the smell of meat in his mouth did not go away for a long time, thinking that the dirty thing might not be so unbearable. Soon she was a little hungry by the noise deliberately made by Peng Cheng, and if she didn't drink some soup when eating pies, it would be really dry, dirty and greasy.

It is estimated that he understood Beibei's covetous look, Peng Cheng called the boss and asked her for another bowl. He carefully adjusted the ingredients, put pepper and salt, tasted it and thought it was good, and then pushed it in front of Beibei's eyes: "Daughter-in-law, you taste it, this is really delicious." ”

He looked at her expectantly, as if he had won the jackpot, the young man really had eyes, he had made the soup, the steps were just right, and he comfortably fell to the girl's most crisp and itchy acupoint, and it was a little unkind if he didn't drink.

The girl pinched her brows and tasted it, at first glance, it was still a little stinky, but the fragrant taste was pure and thick after the smell of the mouth.

"It's not delicious, it stinks. Bei Bei said deliberately, sticking out his tongue, he felt that he was too hypocritical.

"It's not tasty! You drink again, you drink again. Peng Cheng didn't accept Beibei's dislike of mutton soup, and insisted that she taste it again.

"It's delicious, it's very fragrant. The two ridiculous children, Bei Bei drank up the mutton soup in two bites, licked his mouth, and felt unfinished.

Peng Cheng also smiled with satisfaction, hey, hey, laughing very happily, showing a row of teeth, the scar on his mouth changed shape, he rarely smiled so brightly, and his heart was finally pried open and sprinkled with sunshine.

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He floated a little farther away, and the boasting in his mouth could not stop anymore: "If you put too much pepper, it won't taste so meaty, do you understand? Peng Cheng said and scooped a mouthful of soup into his mouth, he said while gesturing, still feeling that he couldn't express clearly.

Bei Bei suddenly regretted a little, the peppery meat flavor Peng Cheng said, she drank it too quickly, and she didn't taste it much. Isn't this the Zhu Bajie in Journey to the West? The ginseng fruit is in the stomach, and I am in a hurry to taste the taste, but it is not good to drink another bowl.

"Daughter-in-law, the mutton soup in this house is average, the best mutton soup in our place has to be a big bowl of soup, over there on Deer Street, I boil it better than this, really, when I have time I will boil it for you, I have been drinking this thing since I was a child, you wait for me to boil it for you and you can taste it again, it is much better than this." Peng Cheng paid the money, stood up, and didn't forget to blow it! Bei Bei seemed to really believe it, she listened obediently, and looked forward to it.

"Boss, add some soup. The eldest sister at the next table suddenly shouted, and the boss shouted again, took a big rice spoon and scooped a spoonful from the big soup pot, and smiled at the eldest sister.

Bei Bei was stunned for a moment, and when she saw that the soup had been poured into the bowl, she sat back on the stool, stared at Peng Cheng's face, and blinked slightly: "Can this thing add soup?" Seeing Peng Cheng nodded, she looked at the bowl she had eaten in confusion, and then looked at Peng Cheng.

"Daughter-in-law, next time, next time! ”

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After only three days of waiting, Bei Bei couldn't hold back any longer, the rich and mellow taste of the mutton soup always teased her, especially when she already knew that the original thing could be added to the soup, so the small peasant consciousness that tempted her in her bones made her feel that she had to drink it again, and by the way, she drank the soup that was not added last time, so that she did not lose the deal.

Early in the morning, Peng Cheng left countless cigarette butts downstairs in his house, he was always so early, so early that Bei Bei never thought about what it was for.

Sometimes things that are taken for granted are not necessarily facts, just like Bei Bei has always thought that Peng Cheng's early is because he misses it too much, but women often overestimate this kind of missing, at least always overestimate the duration of this longing in the man's head. So they trample on it wantonly, without cherishing it, thinking that it can always be given and wanted, and they don't know which day, or at what time, maybe they will stop reflecting.

Peng Cheng adjusted the ingredients for Bei Bei as usual: "Slow down, hot, why are you so anxious?"

He blamed her, but he didn't really get angry, and he didn't hand the bowl to Beibei, but just reasoned with her slowly. He used a spoon and made the soup melt evenly in the soup, and when he had done enough, he handed it to the girl, placed it on the table close to her, and pushed it to Beibei. This time he asked for flower rolls, and he said that the flower rolls were the perfect match for the mutton soup, which was so fragrant that he would get tired of eating pies.

The milky white soup seemed to be different from the previous one, faintly yellowish, like a little oil poured into milk: "Daughter-in-law, this is a bit like that?" Peng Cheng said, bowing his head and snickering.

"What?" Bebe sniffed, and the strange fishy smell seemed to be heavier than the last time. She took the spoon and took a sip, but the taste was stronger than the last time: "This time it tastes good." ”

"If it's delicious, you can drink it, and come with some flower rolls, so you don't get tired. The young man pushed the flower roll in front of the girl, and slowly mixed another bowl of soup himself, and he was quite proud.

Before Peng Cheng's soup was ready, Bei Bei licked his slightly moisturized lips and raised his hand towards the breakfast stall owner: "Boss, add soup." She looked at Peng Cheng, winked playfully, and smiled brightly, laughing so hard that the young man's heart tightened.

She didn't eat a bite of the flower roll, she just drank all the soup, and a black pile of haggis was revealed in the soup bowl, soaked in the milky white soup that still had some left.

Seeing that Bei Bei liked it, Peng Cheng was also very happy, and he pushed the plate of the picture scroll in front of Bei Bei again: "Eat some flower rolls, or don't get tired." Then he touched her arm, and the girl felt as if she had been struck by something.

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The owner of the breakfast stall took a large water scoop and stirred it in the large soup pot, and the unsuitable scoop, which looked bigger than the pot, always had to be fluttering, even if it was a little hard enough to spill all over the ground. He scooped up such a layer of bottom, pitiful soup, came all the way over, poured into the bowl in front of Beibei, the yellow-white soup had not yet been completely integrated, and drew a yellow path in the soup bowl, full of just right, a big bowl, as if he hadn't drunk it yet.

Bei Bei still doesn't eat flower rolls, she just drinks soup, full of happiness, and she squints her eyes slightly with a special aftertaste. Peng Cheng was even happier, he looked at her and smiled from ear to ear, laughing secretly, laughing so that the scar was hideous and timid.

Like a needle, the scar stimulated Beibei, she subconsciously lowered her head, didn't look at him, just concentrated on drinking the soup, and soon the haggis was exposed in the soup bowl, and the girl raised her hand: "Boss add soup." ”

The stall owner came again with a long scoop of water, and he didn't say that he was unhappy, nor did he see that he was unhappy, but he happily poured a full bowl for Beibei.

"You eat some flower rolls, daughter-in-law, that thing is not anti-hunger, you eat some, or you are not hungry. Peng Cheng didn't care if it was suitable or not, and put the flower roll on top of Beibei's soup bowl, and the girl took a bite. With the base of the two bowls of soup, Bei Bei tasted it slowly, and the flower rolls were indeed better than pies, and they would not rob the taste of the soup, and raised the noodles again.

"Daughter-in-law, are you thirsty?" Peng Cheng finally couldn't hold it back, knowing that it wasn't, he was about to tease.

Bei Bei glanced at Peng Cheng, didn't pay attention to him, she didn't bother with Peng Cheng's eyes, how he would think of herself, and soon the third bowl of soup was gone, this time there was no haggis in the bowl, Bei Bei turned around and raised her hand towards the stall owner, but was held down by Peng Cheng: "Daughter-in-law, otherwise, let's buy another bowl!"