Several people walked around this street for about an hour, during which Shen Mengxi ate authentic Yangzhou Sanding buns and mille-feuille cakes. The taste is not as good as Shen Mengxi imagined, but it is very rare for people nowadays to make such a taste without inventing such a rich seasoning!

Shen Mengxi whispered to Shen Zhixin: "Father! I think if I put my thirteen spices in those three buns, it will definitely be better than the current one! ”

"Of course, the thirteen spices you made will be very fragrant when you put it in that dish!" Shen Zhixin thought of the taste of the meal made by his own thirteen spices, and couldn't help but swallow his saliva. "Oops! It's been more than half a month since I came out, and I'm starting to miss the meals at home again! ”

Shen Mengxi twitched the corners of her mouth and said in her heart: My father! The key to the deliciousness of our food lies in the well in our backyard!

Seeing that the hour was almost up, Shen Zaishi said to their father and daughter: "Let's go back, after a short rest, Xu Da should probably come!" ”

Shen Zhixin nodded and said, "Indeed!" Our family has gone out, and there is no one in the garden, so it's not good for people to wait for us at the door! ”

The group returned along the way they came, and when they arrived at the stall, Shen Mengxi did not forget to remind Shen Zhixin: "Father! Don't forget my face! ”

"Don't worry! Won't forget! Shen Zhixin walked over with Shen Mengxi in his arms with a smile, and asked the stall owner, "This big brother, is the noodle we want ready?" ”

"That's it! All right! Come and see if that's what it looks like? The stall owner pointed to the four-faced man stuck in the wooden box in front of him.

Shen Mengxi stepped forward to take a look, although they were all dressed in the same monk's robes, they were very close to the four masters and apprentices that Shen Mengxi had seen in modern times. Sun Wukong's face is the appearance of a Peking Opera mask, the golden hoop stick and the tight hoop on his head have been made black; Zhu Bajie's nail rake is a little short, and it is estimated that such a nine-tooth nail rake Zhu Bajie can't play it; Monk Sha has no hair on his head, and her pattern is painted with hair, probably because the stall owner heard that the three of them were the apprentices of Master Xuanzang, and instinctively thought that the monk should not have hair, so he took the initiative to save Monk Sha's hair.

"Uncle! This sand monk should have a ring of hair! Shen Mengxi pointed to the head of the "Sand Monk".

"But didn't you say that they are all monks? Shouldn't this monk be all shaved? ”

"This ...... I imagined that the Sand monk had such a circle of hair, which made him even more powerful! ”

"Aren't all monks benevolent?"

"But this sand monk is hideous! It's like the Four King Kongs in the temple! Shen Mengxi thought for a while.

"Oh! That's it! Then you wait a little longer, and I'll change it for you right away! The stall owner understood what Shen Mengxi meant this time, so he took the "Sand Monk" and processed it on it, and the noodle person who handed it to Shen Mengxi again was almost the same as the Sand Monk that Shen Mengxi thought.

"Uncle! You're amazing! You've changed this face in just a few moments! Shen Mengxi gave a thumbs up to the stall owner in admiration.

"Hey, hey! Hey! The little lady has won the prize! That's what the little old man eats! The stall owner was embarrassed by Shen Mengxi's praise, and scratched his head and smiled.

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