"Grandpa, look who I've brought here."

Before she could reach the stall, the little girl shouted. The two little milk dogs following her also barked indiscriminately for some reason.

The two puppies looked dumb and cute, and Ning Hao couldn't help laughing.

The ravioli stall in front of me is not large, only two or three old tables.

A canvas-supported roof, a small stove for boiling wontons, and a few benches are all there is to this street stall.

Maybe it's late, and under the lonely incandescent lamp, there is only a middle-aged uncle dressed as a migrant worker eating there.

The old man is still the same as when they last met, wearing a green short-sleeved shirt printed with "XX soy sauce" on his upper body, a pair of old-fashioned trousers on his lower body, and a pair of cloth shoes on the soles of his feet, which are mottled with oil.

Seeing his granddaughter leading people over, the old man grabbed the towel around his neck and wiped the beads of sweat from his face.

Ning Hao was thinking about what words to use to greet the old man, but he didn't expect the old man's memory to be quite good, and he recognized him at once. Without waiting for Ning Hao to speak, he greeted warmly.

"I haven't had time to thank you for what happened last time! You sit down for a while, and I'll cook you a bowl of wontons. The old man said, and then turned back to the little girl and said, "Xiaoxue, wipe the table." ”

"Hey! Got it! Qin Xue happily agreed, and she didn't know where she found a rag and wiped it on the table in front of Ning Hao.

"Sister, do you eat candy? Give you a piece, I bought it secretly, so that grandpa knew that I was afraid that eating too much sugar would be bad for my teeth. ”

As she spoke, Qin Xue took out two pieces of candy from her pocket and handed them to Ning Hao.

Speaking of which, girls seem to prefer this kind of "snack diplomacy", Xiaoxin's milk tea, and Qin Xue's sour plum candy seem to follow this social style.

Ning Hao usually eats some snacks, but he doesn't have a stubborn preference for snacks like real girls. Receiving the sour plum candy handed over by Qin Xue, he was thinking about whether he would have to prepare some snacks in his pocket in the future, after all, he only took it and didn't give it away, which seemed to be a little inappropriate.

This kind of fruit hard candy, Ning Hao is still eating it for the first time.

A tooth-sour taste melted in his mouth, and the sourness of the irritation made him wrinkle his nose.

Qin Xue's eyes immediately narrowed into a slit, but looking at her appearance, it seemed that she was used to this kind of taste.

"Delicious, right?" Qin Xue's eyes were bright, and her curved eyebrows gave people a very playful feeling.

Ning Hao shook his head, this taste is too sour, and ordinary people really can't accept it.

"Really? I think it's delicious! Qin Xue peeled off the candy wrapper and stuffed another piece into her mouth.

Ning Hao really liked Qin Xue's playful appearance when she frowned and ate candy.

I don't know what that guy thought last time, even a little girl was bullied.

Qin Xue accompanied Ning Hao to say a few words, then spread out the book and started to do her homework. For some reason, watching her read in a bit of a dazzling light, Ning Hao's heart felt a little sour and astringent, like the piece of sugar he had just held.

The middle-aged uncle sitting next to him paid and left after a while, and he was left with one guest at the wonton stall.

Qin Laohan took a large portion of the wonton and brought it to Ning Hao's face.

The bowl is an old-fashioned earthen porcelain bowl, but it is cleanly brushed. The fragrant soup is topped with a few slices of chopped green onions and coriander.

"The soup is stewed with old hen soup, with salty salt and spices at the bottom of the bowl, and you stir it before you eat it." Qin Laohan said.

Ning Hao let out a "hmm", stirred the bottom of the bowl with a spoon, and an enticing aroma suddenly wafted up.

Scooping up a spoonful of the soup and taking a sip slowly, an indescribable fragrance immediately rippled between his lips and teeth.

As a top chef, Ning Hao is also quite demanding on ingredients and cuisine. He didn't have too high expectations for the old man's wontons, but to his surprise, the taste was surprisingly good.

It's the most original and rich flavor.

Chicken soup is not made with ordinary broilers, but with the kind of real old rural hens. Looking at the color and taste of the soup, it took at least six hours to boil.

This is very rare, you know, the soup made by the current small vendors is basically made with flavor and cooking oil. That kind of snack has no nutrition at all, and eating too much will hurt the body.

"How? The soup isn't bad, right? Seeing Ning Hao take a sip of the soup, Qin Laohan asked.

"Delicious! The golden-colored chicken soup oil beads, which can only be boiled out of the real local chicken, the old soup also faintly carries a medicinal fragrance of Codonopsis astragalus, mixed with the unique taste of chicken, and it makes people warm when they drink. Ning Hao replied.

Hearing Ning Hao say this, Qin Laohan's eyes immediately lit up,

"I didn't expect you to be an expert! When others come to eat, at most they think it tastes good, but I didn't expect you to be able to taste even the ingredients inside! ”

Ning Hao smiled and said politely, "I just usually like food, to be honest, your soup is really delicious, and it has a nostalgic taste." ”

Old man Qin has been making wontons for half his life, and those who come to the food stall to eat wontons are either migrant workers working on the construction site, or ordinary workers who get up early and are greedy for darkness.

Most of these people come to eat because they are cheap and delicious, so there are so many reasons and demands.

Mountains and rivers are high and rivers are hard to find. Qin Laohan originally only regarded Ning Hao as an ordinary nephew, but when he heard what she said, he actually felt like a bosom friend.

"How can it be as good as you say, I have a secret to making wontons, don't fool me. The soup is made from the old hen in the countryside, and the meat filling is also fresh tenderloin. I can't do it, I lack morality! Qin Laohan said.

Nowadays, who cares whether they lack virtue or not. Money is paramount, think about the small underground garages and fly restaurants around the community, there are no even storefront tables, the sanitary conditions are worrisome, and doing business depends on reading reviews to deliver takeaways. Compared with these people, Qin Laohan's blunt stall is really rare.

Glancing at Qin Xue, who was doing her homework in the open-air light, Ning Hao decided to help the grandfather and grandson.

"Grandpa Qin, you taste good, why don't you change places, the location here is too remote, right?" Ning Hao asked.

The place is in tatters, and the city has been moved for almost two years, and no construction has started. The house was ripped off, and the old residents were almost empty. Although some of the nearby part-time workers live in the neighborhood, there is not much traffic here.

And the consumption in this place is also low, a bowl of blunt is only 10 yuan, and if it is replaced by the city center, it will at least double.

"Where can I move my small stall, the store is expensive, and now Xiaoxue is about to go to high school, and it's time to use money. I don't know, how many more years will I have to work with this old bone......"