Ten years as a substitute!Now that she leaves, she regrets it too much

Chapter 865 The old taste of the old street

Speaking of these, Zhang Zhejie was also very touched. In the Magic City, many ancient buildings have suffered man-made damage, but fortunately, restoration projects are being carried out intensively everywhere, which can be regarded as a kind of comfort to people's hearts.

This topic evoked a little sadness in Ruojia, "I remember when I was a child, there was a big stage at the entrance of my hometown village. People often watched plays there. In the past, it was the biggest entertainment project for local residents." He fell into memories. , "Moreover, I was weak and often sick when I was a child. Medical conditions were limited at that time, and many diseases could not be cured in the city. Once my fever reached 40 degrees, and my family was very anxious."

Lin Xixi looked at him curiously, "Why haven't I heard you say this?" However, Jiang An felt that it was inappropriate to ask questions at this time.

Ruojia didn't pay attention and continued to recall: "The hospitals in the city couldn't cure it at that time, and a lot of penicillin and erythromycin were used. Later, an old family member who came to visit said that if there was nothing else, he could take me back to his hometown. "Go and sit on the stage at the entrance of the village." He paused, "Although I felt uncomfortable at the time, I was full of curiosity about all this, so at my request, we returned to our hometown."

Lao Zhang suddenly interrupted him: "Leader, don't you still have any superstitious tendencies?"

Ruojia glared at him, ignored him, and continued: "After returning to our hometown, we first visited our relatives and looked at the old houses. When I asked when I could go to the stage for treatment, my relatives told me If you want to wait, you have to wait until the night of the 15th day of the lunar calendar.”

Lao Zhang couldn't help but interrupt: "Wait a minute, leader, don't tell scary stories. Although I'm not afraid, it's not good to talk about these at night."

Ruojia ignored him and continued to recall: "I remember that night very clearly. I just had a meal of braised noodles at home. After dinner, my relatives came to us and said they could take me to the stage, but they asked me to wear a pair of shorts. Red coat." His tone was full of nostalgia and emotion for the past, as if he had returned to that night full of mystery and expectation.

"Look who you take me for," Ruojia's tone revealed a bit of displeasure, and Zhang Zhejie immediately fell silent upon seeing this. Lin Xixi comforted Ruojia, "Don't pay attention to him. Isn't your Lao Zhang just this kind of person? He always likes to comment on this and that, but he also has his cuteness."

Ruojia nodded, seeming to accept Lin Xixi's statement, and continued his memories: "I was very curious at the time, and followed my relatives to the stage. Only when I arrived at the stage did I realize that I was not the only child waiting there. That night probably There were seven or eight children, all wearing red flowered jackets, and we were waiting there. We didn’t know what time it was, but thinking about it now, it shouldn’t be more than seven o’clock in the evening. Then, a man carrying a backpack came from the entrance of the village. An old man on crutches."

His description was a bit creepy, making the atmosphere at the scene suddenly become weird. Lin Xixi also felt a little scared and held Jiang An's hand tightly. And Zhang Zhejie hid directly next to Ruojia, claiming to be protecting him and emboldening him.

Obviously, the terrifying atmosphere at this moment was deliberately created by Ruojia. When he saw everyone's reaction, he couldn't help laughing. Then he continued his story.

According to Ruojia, the scary-looking old man was actually the barefoot doctor in the village. He would come to their village on the 15th day of every lunar calendar, and the reason why he chose the stage was because after treating people, he would also sing a song for everyone, sometimes a song and sometimes a local opera. Of course, you have to pay for medical treatment, and singing is not free. This is how he supports his family.

"So that's it." The story ended here, and Zhang Zhejie breathed a sigh of relief. "I really thought you were going to tell some horror story. At that time, I was still thinking about when my leader became so bold."

"But I didn't expect you to be so cowardly." Ruojia looked at him with a smile, which made Zhang Zhejie blush. He wanted to explain but couldn't find any reason, so he could only stand there and sulk. Seeing Lao Zhang like this, everyone couldn't help laughing.

At this time, Lin Xixi stood up and pushed him, "Okay, Ruojia just wants to have fun with everyone. Besides, our Mr. Zhang did act a little timid just now."

"Who is cowardly?" Zhang Zhejie glared and defended with a grimace, "I just don't like to come into contact with these things. Look at every time your Lao Jiang is in trouble, when have I ever flinched? Don't say it's normal. In business dealings, even if I fight with others, have I ever flinched? "

"You have indeed accomplished this." Lin Xixi said with a smile, "Okay, okay, I know you are the best, okay? Mr. Zhang, in this case, in order to express sincerity, how about I treat you to dinner today?"

Zhang Zhejie immediately became interested when he heard that Lin Xixi was going to treat him. But the problem is that they are in Nancheng Old Street, and no one knows what delicious food there is.

Seeing his curious look, Jiang An smiled and said: "I have thought about it for a long time. There is a very good shop that makes hoof filaments nearby, and this shop has been here for a long time. Counting it all It should be more than twenty years." After so many years of accumulation, Lao Zhang's attraction to the old store has become stronger.

When Jiang An mentioned this hoof flower shop, he immediately became interested and couldn't wait to explore this restaurant with a long history. Looking at the time, it was already time for dinner. They had been wandering around Nancheng Old Street for most of the day, and their stomachs were already empty.

Under the guidance of Jiang An, the group came to this hoof flower shop. Zhang Zhejie originally thought that this old store with many years of history would be large in scale. After all, years of accumulation should be reflected in both customer base and wealth.

However, when they arrived, they found that the store was more like a restaurant that specialized in one or two special dishes.

Although the store is small, there are time-honored and old brand logos certified by relevant units hanging outside the door.

The restaurant was steaming with steam, and even at this time, the place was already packed.

Their mouths watered when they smelled the aroma of hoof filaments wafting from the kitchen. However, finding a seat has become a new problem.

Luckily, the waiter came to them promptly, asked how many people there were and tried to seat them.

When it was learned that they were a group of four and wanted to sit by the window, the waiter expressed embarrassment that there were no free window seats in the store, and it was even difficult to find ordinary seats.

If they don't mind, they can set up a table outside the door to eat.

Similar to this method, it is not uncommon for these small shops. After all, their internal space is limited. In fact, speaking of it, the north is better. If it is placed in the south, except for the main roads, the streets and alleys You can find so many hotels like this.

There are quite a few of them including Magic City, and they all taste great!

Zhang Zhejie once ate outside a restaurant, which is located in the historic Nancheng Old Street. He thought about it and felt that it would be a kind of enjoyment to dine in such an environment full of history. So, after consulting Jiang An and others for their opinions and receiving support, he nodded in agreement with the waiter's suggestion.

The waiter quickly prepared tables, chairs and benches for them. When they sat down, Jiang An asked mysteriously: "Do you know how hoof filaments are made?"

Ruojia put down the bag in her hand, looked at him with a smile and replied: "I know this, it should be cut into thin strips of pig's trotters, right? This is a great test of the chef's knife skills."

"Yes, it's pig's trotters cut into thin strips,"

Jiang An smiled mysteriously and said, "But it's different from the ordinary ones. In fact, the hoof filigree production process here is very particular. In addition to pig trotters, you also need to use high-quality pig skin. Before making, you must use a flamethrower or The charcoal fire is repeated several times, and the skin is cleaned with an iron brush after each time.

"As far as I know, it takes at least three or four rounds to ensure that there will be no more hair residue on it, and only such raw materials can be used to make hoof filaments."

(End of this chapter)