Chapter VII

"Is it just three of us?" An Xiaorou asked.

"That's right, three people, it's not clear if there will be more people in the future." Song Zhiyun replied.

"Alas, whatever, let's get rid of my stomach first, let's go to the garbage street, I heard that there is a lot of food there." Yang Zitong interjected at this time.

The three of them walked out of the dormitory door hand in hand, and the beautiful appearance of the three made passers-by can't help but look sideways, and their height difference also gave people a very cute feeling.

"I feel like we're like a family now, with mom and dad holding hands and taking the kids out to eat." After An Xiaorou finished speaking, she shook the hands of Song Zhiyun and Yang Zitong back and forth.

Yang Zitong and Song Zhiyun glanced at each other, their eyes were full of smiles, and then they couldn't help laughing, and An Xiaorou, who was laughing, shrank her neck.

Yang Zitong: "Call Dad." ”

Song Zhiyun: "Call Mom." ”

An Xiaorou: "......"

"Junk Street" is just a common name for a snack street, but there are many people who like to call it that, and over time it has been. The most "garbage street" is food, want to barbecue, spicy hot, Shengzhou snacks, home-cooked food...... There are also kiosks, clothing stores, hairdressers......

"And the garbage street" is also in the middle of the two colleges, like a distinguishable line lying between the two colleges, the other being the Teachers' College. Students have to pass through here every time they come back from outside before they can go back to their schools. So what you can see here is that there are a lot of people, and it feels like you are visiting a market.

"It's so lively here."

An Xiaorou looked at the "garbage street" that gave people a feeling of being crowded, and said in surprise, and then like a jubilant bird into the forest, scurrying around, her face full of curiosity and excitement.

"Xiaorou, slow down, don't be touched." Song Zhiyun said urgently.

The three of them walked around for a while, and finally Yang Zitong was so hungry that he grabbed An Xiaorou, who was still running around, and took it to the He family's home-style restaurant on the side.

Yang Zitong took An Xiaorou and Song Zhiyun to find a relatively clean table and sit down, although it was already more than one o'clock in the afternoon, there were many people who came to the store to eat, and there were also packed and taken back to school to eat, and one of them also took eight servings away, and they were also stunned when they saw it.

Yang Zitong took the pre-arranged menu on the table and a small book that recorded the name of the dish, ordered sweet and sour pork ribs, and pushed the menu to An Xiaorou, who ordered a fried cowsh [jiāng] bean with dried plum vegetables, and Song Zhiyun ordered a tomato and egg soup.

After seeing that everything was ordered, he called the boss, and Yang Zitong shouted: "Boss, order." "After about ten minutes, the fried cowpeas and tomato egg soup with plum vegetables have come up, and the sweet and sour pork ribs are still cooking.

Seeing the food coming, An Xiaorou couldn't wait to pick up the chopsticks and add a cowpea, but then frowned.

Yang Zitong and Song Zhiyun were shocked when they saw An Xiaorou's face, and Song Zhiyun said, "Isn't it delicious?" Immediately, the two of them also put the food in their mouths.

"It's not that unpalatable, it's just that it feels very average."

And An Xiaorou's words happened to be heard by the female boss who served the food, and immediately stepped forward to put down the sugar crispy pork ribs and said, "What's wrong, what's wrong?" ”

An Xiaorou saw that it was the owner of the shop, and said a little embarrassedly: "It's nothing, I just feel that the taste is a little wrong, the cowpeas here are not blanched [chāo] water, a little dry and hard, the dried plum vegetables are not fried again after steaming, there is no fragrance, the taste of the two is biased, that has no other meaning, it is ......"

An Xiaorou saw that the female boss's face was getting heavier and heavier, and she was a little at a loss to explain.

After Yang Zitong and Song Zhiyun took a bite, they felt that something was really wrong, and they quickly picked up a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs and frowned.

Song Zhiyun grabbed An Xiaorou's hand, who was nervous and didn't know what to do, "It's okay, you don't think it's delicious, then let's just change it." ”

The shopkeeper sank his face and said angrily: "You're here to smash the field, that's how the dish is done, if you do a good job, then you come." ”