Reborn 1990: Cannon fodder fat wife wants to stand up

Chapter 83 Hu spicy soup, fried dumplings

The town is divided into five streets, East Street, West Street, South Street, Xian Street, and Qing Street. The busiest place is West Street, where there is a morning market. Qing Street is also a special area, where ethnic minorities gather.

Meng Yao walked along the main road and slowly saw the rising shops.

Basically, they were all rebuilt from the shop owner's own house. They were not big shops, they were in the form of small stalls, selling raw meat such as pork, mutton and beef, and there were also small shops similar to supply and marketing cooperatives.

Ethnic minorities do not eat pork, so the sales of beef and mutton in small towns are particularly good.

Meng Yao planned to buy meat again when she came back, and also bought some bones that promised Huzi, these things were heavy and she couldn't carry them all the way.

Meng Yao approached the morning market, and finally saw someone selling breakfast.

There are not many food styles in the morning market. There are only some selling hot and spicy soup, fried buns, fried buns, and fire.

Meng Yao touched her stomach that was almost digested, and walked towards the stall selling fried buns in hot and spicy soup.

I asked about the price: a bowl of Hu spicy soup is [-] cents, which is beef Hu spicy soup; water-fried buns stuffed with mutton, [-] cents; water-fried buns stuffed with leek and egg, [-] cents each.

The owner of this stall is opened by someone from Qingjie, and the meat is mutton and beef.

In fact, people near the town also have a saying that if you want to buy beef and mutton, you can buy it from people in Qingjie, and you can buy fresh beef and mutton.

Meng Yao ordered a bowl of Hu spicy soup, 2 fried buns with meat stuffing, and 2 fried buns with vegetarian stuffing, and it cost [-] yuan.

The money that was taken out of Qi Wenye's pocket was just a little less than half.

Meng Yao felt distressed for a few seconds, but after the Hu spicy soup was served, the distress was thrown aside.

Let's eat first.

People in this era are relatively simple, and the business is real. The beef in the hot and spicy soup is not ordinary.

Meng Yao stirred it with a spoon and found several pieces of beef.

However, the thickness of the Hu spicy soup is not moderate, no starch is used to thicken it, and the color of the soup is not beautiful enough.

Meng Yao took a sip, and the taste of Hu spicy soup was not very authentic.

You must know that the spiciness of Hu spicy soup is not only the spiciness of pepper, but also the spiciness of pepper, and this bowl of Hu spicy soup does not contain pepper.

Just as Meng Yao was about to ask, an old man asked the question first.

"Seller of hot and spicy soup, today's hot and spicy soup tastes wrong, why didn't you put pepper in it?"

The owner of the hot pepper soup stall hurriedly said: "Oh, I'm so sorry, the pepper is gone, so I didn't have time to buy it!"

The old man pursed his mouth, looking particularly unpleasant, "The Hu spicy soup I made was not very tasty. The soup was either thick or thin. No matter how many times I told you, I couldn't change it. Now it's better, and it's completely tasteless. The spicy soup tastes great!"

"Oh, forget it, forget it!"

The stall owner who sells hot pepper soup has a good temper. Not only did he not care about the old man saying that his spicy soup is not good, but he kept apologizing, "I'm really sorry, I will definitely release it next time!"

Meng Yao couldn't help looking at the old man curiously.

People in this era are not so strict in their pursuit of taste. Like the bowl of hot pepper soup in front of them, the soup made from beef is rich in meat. Others will only find it delicious, and they don’t care whether there is pepper or not.

This old man is obviously different.

Meng Yao looked at the old man a few more times, and the old man seemed to feel it, and looked at her too, as he was getting older, his eyes seemed to be hard to use, and he always squinted when looking at people.

"Girl, what do you see me doing?"

Meng Yao hurriedly squeezed out a sweet smile, shook her head, and lowered her head to drink her hot and spicy soup.

Although it wasn't authentic enough, it was broth anyway, and she spent money to buy it, so it shouldn't be wasted.

Meng Yao didn't waste it, and neither did the old man. After going through the difficult years, no matter how hard he chooses, there is nothing left to drink.

But for a bowl of soup, the old man sighed six times in total.

Feeling so happy, Meng Yao secretly laughed for a long time, and when she wrapped a meat and a vegetarian decoction and left, her shoulders were still shrugging.

At this time, Meng Yao didn't know that she met an old glutton, or an old glutton who didn't bother to eat in one bite.

(End of this chapter)