The morning sun is rising, and the morning light falls on the small road on the left side of the Chunhuayuan community.

The two-lane road is frequented by vehicles and pedestrians.

A row of breakfast stalls are set up on the side of the road, all with pots in the open air, and next to four or five tables and more than a dozen plastic stools, people sit at the tables and bury their heads in eating, and cars and pedestrians hurrying by.

Unlike the orderly Nancheng New District, the Old Town Park area still retains the style of decades ago, which is slightly cluttered, but also full of lively market atmosphere

Mo Jun was on the mountain before, after all, there were not many people to see, and he just arrived in Gongcheng yesterday, although he hastily walked around Daxing Street, but he had never seen such an interesting scene.

"What do you want to eat?"

She was staring in amazement at the people sitting on the side of the street feasting, and the sound of the trees was already ringing in her ears.

"I, I don't know."

Mo Jun looked around from afar, many of them were things she hadn't seen before, and she didn't know what to choose for a while.

Perhaps influenced by this picture full of life, Mo Jun suddenly felt that this breakfast was very important.

At least, you can't eat it in a daze like a few days ago, you still have to take a good look, choose well, and feel it.

"Why don't we take a look, there's no rush anyway."

Lin Mu asked.

"Okay."

Mo Jun nodded.

So the two of them walked along the breakfast street on the side of the road, one by one, and the trees in the middle walked while explaining:

"This is a fritter, that is, it is kneaded into a dough with flour and water, and then the dough is cut into strips, and then put it in the oil pan to fry.

The pot next to it is filled with soy milk, we are used to tearing the fritters into small pieces and putting them in the soy milk to soak and eat, the taste, tsk, very cool! ”

"This is an oil fruit, kneaded into a ball with glutinous rice, and then it is also fried in an oil pan, this thing is a little oily, I personally don't like to eat it."

"That's the pig cake, it's also glutinous rice kneaded into a ball, breaded meat, wrapped in lotus leaves on the outside and steamed in a steamer, soft and big, a bite full of oil, my grandmother loves to eat this."

"That's the noodle ......"

Lin Mu was pointing to a noodle stall to introduce Mo Jun, and Mo Jun interrupted him and said:

"Instant noodles?"

After she was found by Lin Mu when she "ran away from home" on the top of the golden roof, she suffered from hypoglycemia and ate ten bowls of instant noodles when she turned around, so Mo Jun had a good impression of noodles.

"Instant noodles are preservatives, how can freshly cooked noodles be delicious? I've often come to eat this before, and the beef noodles cooked by the boss are very good, why don't you try it? ”

Lin Mu suggested with a smile.

Mo Jun obviously didn't know that there were so many differences between noodles, she looked at the strips dancing and twitching in the boiling water pot with some curiosity, and the steaming white gas above the noodle pot, and nodded:

"Okay."

Lin Mu took Mo Jun to a table in front of the noodle stall and sat down, where there were still a few people eating noodles.

This is quite common for people who eat breakfast at roadside stalls, and there are not so many tables on the street, and when the stall business is good, it is definitely not enough to sit, so naturally they have to share tables.

Anyway, it's just a breakfast, everyone is in a hurry to go to work or buy groceries, and no one pays attention to the dining environment.

Mo Jun sat down, opposite her was a young man with a leather bag, on the left was a mother with her little daughter, Mo Jun folded his hands, sitting upright, a little unnatural.

"Do you eat beef noodles or whistle noodles?"

Lin Mu asked.

"What is a whistle face?"

Mo Jun didn't understand.

"It's just to add some minced meat foam to the noodles, in fact, this is a problem with our accent here, and the north side generally calls this a face."

Lin Mu explained.

"Oh......" Mo Jun hesitated for a moment and asked in a low voice:

"Can I eat both?"

Lin Mu was stunned, and then patted his head:

"Oh yes, I forgot your appetite, he still has cat noodles and knife-cut noodles at home, so let's just bring you two bowls of each."

Mo Jun heard the names of two unfamiliar foods again, nodded, couldn't help licking his lips, and looked at Lin Mu expectantly.

Lin Mu understood, this was urging him to hurry up and order.

I don't know if it's because of "food therapy", or because it hides some kind of attribute, Lin Mu always feels that Mo Jun is becoming more and more like a foodie.

He smiled, and first asked the boss to order a bowl of all four types of noodles, and then ordered a bowl of beef noodles himself.

The main reason was that the people next to him were scared by Mo Jun's appetite and thus attract unnecessary attention, so Lin Mu only ordered four bowls for Mo Jun.

The flow of diners at this breakfast noodle stall is very fast, and after waiting for the guests at the same table to leave, Lin Mu will go over and order four bowls.

In this way, it can avoid being discovered by the people at the same table that Mo Jun can cook eight bowls of noodles in a row, which is too eye-catching.

"Sister, you're so beautiful."

Lin Mu ordered noodles and walked to the table where Mo Jun was, but saw that the little girl at the same table who was taken by her mother to eat noodles was saying to Mo Jun sincerely.

At this time, her mother and the young man next to her also noticed Mo Jun's appearance, and they couldn't help but show amazing expressions.

Mo Jun belongs to the type of temperament that is very classical, in the words of the Internet, it is "very fairy", and sitting on the noisy and chaotic street stalls at this time highlights her temperament even more.

Mo Jun was suddenly stared at by the three people, and suddenly became cramped, not knowing how to react, so he had to lower his head and barely squeeze out a smile towards the little girl.

At this time, the morning glow sprinkled from the side, shining on her smiling face, reflecting layers of white halos, like a goddess.

"Wow!"

The little girl opened her mouth and let out a subconscious exclamation.

Click.

Lin Mu quietly took out his mobile phone, filmed this scene, and then calmly put it back, and walked back to sit down beside Mo Jun as if nothing happened.

When the young man and the little girl's mother saw that the beautiful girl's boyfriend was back, it was not good to continue staring at others, only the little girl was still looking at Mo Jun, obviously liking her.

At this time, the young man finished eating, took his mobile phone and scanned the QR code posted on the table, paid, and hurriedly got up and left.

Before leaving, he pretended to glance at Mo Jun again.

The girl's mother said to her, "I'm going to pack for your grandmother, don't be naughty when you sit here." ”

"Okay, I'll be able to see my pretty sister for a while."

The girl cheered, supported her chin with her hands, and continued to "watch" Mo Jun with her big eyes without blinking.

The woman looked at Lin Mu and Mo Jun apologetically: "I'm sorry, the child is not sensible." ”

Lin Mu waved his hand and smiled, while Mo Jun lowered his head and didn't know what to do.

The woman went to the boss to pack, Lin Mu smiled and pointed at Mo Jun and said to the little girl:

"Little sister, you should call her grandma, oh no, you should call grandma Zuzuzu."

The little girl glared at Lin Mu: "My brother is a liar, my sister is obviously younger than you!" ”

Mo Jun put a piece of beef in his mouth, thought about it seriously, and corrected:

"Four generations of grandchildren is not enough, I should be no less than eighty generations of grandchildren with her."

Lin Mu almost squirted out the noodles in his mouth, "I'm talking about playing, don't be so serious, okay?" ”

Just kidding, a five- or six-year-old girl is eighty generations behind you, so I'm not the same as you?

The girl looked at Mo Jun blankly, and after thinking for a moment, she hesitated: "Then I should call you Grandma Sister?" ”

At this time, the girl's mother brought the packaged noodles over, and although it was covered with a plastic lid, the constant heat showed that the bowl of hot noodle soup was piping hot.

A diner next to him hurriedly got up and accidentally bumped into the woman, and the packing box in the woman's hand suddenly tilted and fell, and the hot soup splashed towards the little girl.

"Ahh