After leaving from the tiger master, Nie Fengxing originally wanted to take them to other places to see, but it just so happened that the person didn't come out to set up a stall today.

Nie Fengxing: "I'm here today, I'm going to go to the glass factory to load the goods in a while, you don't know anyone here, it's best to just take a look, don't buy it." There are a lot of people here, you know what I mean, right? ”

There are many people here, Nie Fengxing didn't dare to speak loudly, let alone say it thoroughly, he was very cautious.

Fang Zongtang expressed his gratitude again: "When I have time, I will definitely come to visit!" ”

Nie Fengxing smiled and nodded.

After they separated, Fang Zongtang continued to walk around Bali Street.

She was going to stay here all day, and she didn't do anything else until noon.

The main thing is that she didn't like it, or she liked it, the stall owner was too shrewd, and she felt that she had no fate.

When it comes to buying something, you not only want something good, but you also have to see if the person who sells it fits your eyes.

If the person who sells things is not speculative, no matter how good the thing is, she is not willing to say more to such a person.

It's not good to get a bunch of nonsense, and in the end the talk collapses, and it's in vain.

It's not interesting.

At noon, there are more food stalls.

She found a belly seller, and next to her was a seller of braised boiled fire, and ate the two together.

The big black cow came back, and when it was time to eat, he reported the situation to her.

"Professor Lin said, and they will take a look. When you've seen enough, we'll send it to where we live. ”

She laughed: "Yes, they don't have the ability to cultivate, can't they send us back?" ”

The big black bull has some ideas in his heart, but he has a low culture and doesn't know how to describe it.

It's just a little bit of a pity for the old man at the price.

If he were literate, he would know that this feeling is called sympathy! ~Sympathize with those old men!

Halfway through eating, I met an acquaintance.

Duo Ye came with Brother Wren.

"Yo, are you eating this here?" Duo Ye took the initiative to sit at their table.

The big black cow took the boiled fire from the belly stall to the boiled stall and ate it.

Duo Ye glanced at him and raised his hand to ask for a belly burst.

"I thought you rich and noble people from Xiangjiang eat and live in the Beijing Hotel?" Duo Ye's words pointed out the things they were concerned about in Bali Street.

"Master, you came just in time, I haven't thanked you for giving me that parrot jar, I'm in for a treat today. Boss, get a double copy for Duoye, I'll give the money! ”

The stall owner was happy to make an extra penny, and shouted loudly, okay~

Start working neatly.

Duo Ye and Fang Zongtang began to talk about the snacks in Beijing, where is the most famous and authentic.

"In terms of where to eat, there are many places, and there must be a number of streets. The sheep's trotters bought there are the most chewy, and they have to be the old Li family under the front door building. Which sheep soup tastes the most right, is the Muslim Street, yes, come to Wu's house. Where is the most authentic belly, it is here~ the only one in Laojing City. ”

In one sentence, the stall owner was happy.

"Master, you are auspicious, who doesn't know that your mouth is the mouth that eats all over the world, you have a compliment, I don't have to worry about business here for a year and a half!"

Fang Zongtang's eyes glanced at the stall owner's big soup spoon.

Ho~It's still a royal gift~

It is estimated that a brick fell on Bali Street, which emperor's house was the footfoot?

Duo Ye kept staring at Fang Zongtang, and when he saw that her eyes fell on the soup spoon for two seconds, he decided to sell it to Hao.

"Old soup, your broken horse spoon, do you sell it? I have several buyers here who have been staring at it, and the price given is not low! ”

Chapter eight is coming, rushing duck and duck~