I saw the strong man wielding the iron ball, his wrist shook hard, and the iron ball fell steadily to the ground. The lid of the iron ball was twisted open, and a scent rose to the sky, exploding in the crowd, and the grease mixed with the fragrance of the face, faintly dispelling the fragrance wafting from the other stalls.

A little chopped green onion and sesame seeds are sprinkled on top to enhance the aroma.

"Brother Hong, iron ball fried buns, out of the pot!"

The stall owner shouted, and some people in the crowd began to sit still and stepped forward to buy one.

Chen Cheng took the fried buns that had just been shoveled out of the iron ball, steaming, the fried buns were not big, but each one was round and full, scattered with sporadic sesame seeds on it, and the fragrance of green onions added a lot of color to it.

Gently pinch one, and the place where your fingers touch the epidermis of the fried bun collapses slightly, and put it in your mouth.

The first thing that comes into contact with the tongue is the crispy bottom of the fried bun, the teeth tear open the fluffy skin, and the hot gravy and invagination begin to invade the mouth.

"Whew" the tongue rolled, exhaled a few breaths gently, and was in a hurry to eat the delicious food in his hands, some of which were burned.

The mouth chews quickly, and the fried bun is swallowed in one gulp mixed with the aroma of meat.

"True fragrance" Chen Cheng gestured his finger to the two brothers and left the stall. It's not a loss to be able to eat such delicious food today.

The number of fried buns in one serving is not much, only twelve, and there are not many left while walking and eating along the way.

"The marinade made by the cloud beast is poured on the pasta of Mai Island, which is a delicacy not to be missed."

A vendor's shout suddenly sounded beside him, and the umami of the combination of animal meat and seafood kept tempting him to taste it.

"Let's have a bowl" Chen Cheng greeted the boss, and his eyes scanned the room, looking for a table that still had a vacant seat.

The fried buns were casually placed on the table by him, and soon the umami-like lo noodles were served on the table.

The chopsticks are clamped, and the crystal soup wraps the noodles, and by the way, it also brings up the braised animal meat.

He raised his eyebrows, the noodles in his mouth were not glued together because of the thick marinade, and they were still distinct, which was really good.

"This seafood lo mein still has to be made delicious with some sour syrup," the old man's voice came from across the table, and at some point, the diners on the other side had changed.

I saw an old man with gray hair and ruddy skin sitting opposite, taking out a bottle of pale black liquid from his arms and dripping it into the noodles, which was sour and fragrant.

Chen Cheng glanced at the old man up and down, and soon noticed something unusual, the old man looked at it and estimated that he was already in his prime, but his skin not only did not appear saggy, but looked ruddy. is simply a representative of the crane's hair.

"Young man, don't want to try? How about exchanging that little fried bun with you" The old man reached out and shook the bottle containing the sour pulp in his hand, but his eyes looked at the fried bun that still had half of it left.

He also passed by the Hong brothers' iron ball fried bun shop, but he couldn't grab it at all, and he couldn't release his momentum for a bite to scare off the crowd. Otherwise, his reputation as Huang Lang would be gone.

But the aroma of the fried buns was too tempting, so he could only leave quickly and go to other stalls to have a look.

This is not here to meet Chen Yan, who still has half of the fried bun left in his hand, so he came up with the idea of exchanging sour pulp for fried buns.

"To change or not to change? The young man grinds and chirps, and it is not refreshing at all. Seeing that the young man did not respond, Huang Lang couldn't help but urge.

"I don't want sour syrup, if you don't dislike the fried buns, I'll give it to you." Chen Cheng glanced at it, the black and translucent slurry, and still endured the idea of wanting to taste it, and reached out to push the fried bun to the old man.

Black sour pulp, who knows how this is done? It's better not to accept it lightly.

"Young man, it's just open, then I'm welcome." Huang Lang smiled and pulled the fried bun over.

The sour paste dripped into a small dish, picked up a piece of fried bun and rolled it gently, the white dough was stained with a layer of black juice, he swallowed the fried bun in one gulp, and enjoyed it all over his face.

Chen Cheng sat aside and pouted, this old man's attitude changed so quickly. Then Suomian was asked, but it was the old man's expression of enjoyment, which aroused his curiosity. Is this sourdough really so delicious? Go back and ask Mira.

"Whew~ Cool." Huang Lang finished the fried buns and marinated noodles and let out a long breath.

He took out a thumb-sized silver cylinder from his bosom, poured out a toothpick of the same material, and held it in his mouth.

"Noodles have to be eaten in a big gulp to be refreshing, your delicate way of eating is not very fragrant."

After drinking the last soup in the bowl, Chen Cheng raised his head and looked at the old man again: "How can you say that the old man knows how to eat?" ”

"Well, there is no food in the East China Sea that I haven't eaten. I haven't eaten the cured meat of Fumigation Island, the barbecue of Hot Island, and the fresh pot of Ninghai Port. Huang Lang talked about food, his eyebrows fluttered, and his smug look was revealed.

"Why, boy, do you want to go shopping together, I know the food is delicious." I finally met an outstanding junior who likes food, and he warmly extended an invitation.

So that those little ones can see that he is not the only swordsman who likes good food.

He also said that he was greedy for the desire of his tongue, and his 'bah' cultivation was already so hard that he couldn't eat a good meal.

This young man saw that the realm of kendo was almost to the end of the steel chopping, and he was just invited to go back to help him teach the girl who always cared about his hobbies.

"Thank you for the kindness of the old man, I still need to meet with my partner, so I won't bother." Faced with the sudden invitation, Chen Cheng didn't even want to refuse immediately.

He and the old man have only met for the first time, how can they travel with each other with peace of mind? What's more, it's better to go to the place he designated.

If you're just savoring food, you don't have to.

"Chopping steel, almost consummating."

Hearing the old man behind him say his current realm, his fingers couldn't help but put his fingers on the hilt of the knife at his waist, and his eyes looked at the old man vigilantly.

This old man looked completely abreathless, not much different from ordinary people. can see through his own realm, that must be his spirit is much higher than his own, just like the original flesh. If it hadn't spoken, it would have thought it was just a bigger orange cat.

"Seniors, we have no grievances in the past, and no hatred in the near future. Why are you trying to find me today. Chen Cheng's attitude was a little respectful, but his eyes were already firmly fixed on Huang Lang, if it was really as he guessed, then the old man was probably a third realm swordsman.

"Don't get me wrong, my hobby is the same as yours, and I love good food. But there are always people who say that I am greedy for the desire of the tongue and do not set an example. Huang Lang smashed his mouth when he said this, and paused for a moment before continuing: "Doesn't this mean that you see that your kendo cultivation is not low, and you also like delicacies, and I want you to help me vent my anger?"

He said that at the end, he scratched at the gray hair with some embarrassment.

Chen Cheng frowned, what the third stage swordsman can't do, let him go, isn't that pushing himself into the fire pit and killing himself?

The black plum is unsheathed, and the three blood plums bloom on it, and the fragrance of the plum wafts in the air, which is the vision that appears when the third plum blossom blooms.