Rebirth 1993: I am not a white lotus

Chapter 922 Returning to the Noodle Shop
After washing up in the toilet at the train station, Ma Yiming grabbed Qingyin and asked, "What did that woman tell you just now?"

Shen Qingyin said dumbfounded, "It's nothing, let's go, Luo Daxiang and the others are waiting impatiently."

Shen Qingyin didn't eat a single bite of the seafood noodles last night.

She has medical knowledge and knows that seafood is not conducive to the recovery of wounds, so she shared the noodles with everyone. Now her stomach is empty, and she will faint if she doesn't eat anything.

Sure enough, I found the morning market on the side of a lively road, bustling with people everywhere, hawkers shouting, and vegetable buyers bargaining one after another.

A few people learned from the past, and after asking the price of the buns in advance, they found a table and sat down, looking excitedly at the lively but ordinary life scenes around them.

They seldom have time to stop and enjoy life, and such days are precious to them, so they are excited to see everything.

But the steamed stuffed bun that they ate was something they would never forget.

what is this?Is there any food uglier than this?

"Boss, what do you use to make your steamed stuffed bun?" Luo Daxiang couldn't even swallow a "beast" that could eat clods, so one can imagine how unpalatable steamed stuffed buns are.

The boss who was so busy kicking the back of his head was not happy, "It's made of noodles, what's the matter? Did you taste other flavors?"

The diners around looked at them blankly, and one of the old men deliberately babbled and said slowly, "I have been eating the steamed stuffed buns of Lao Hu's for more than ten years, and they have always tasted this way."

The boss ignored them, and several people began to look at each other again.

Shen Qingyin asked in confusion, "What's the matter? I think it's delicious?"

"Qingyin, have you lost your sense of taste? How can you swallow such a bad taste?" Ma Yiming snatched the bun from her hand and threw it on the table angrily.

Shen Qingyin looked at them strangely, "Don't waste food, I'm still hungry."

It's not bad, but they are very strange. They have eaten worse than this when they were training before. Why are they picky today?
"I know the reason." Ma Yiming sighed, "Because that bowl of seafood noodles is the best noodles I've ever eaten in my life."

"I can still taste the strong umami and the smoothness of the noodles, so I won't find anything delicious for us now."

"Yes, Ma Yiming is right, that bowl of noodles is indeed worth 5 yuan, and I still want to go back and eat another bowl."

"Let's go, what are you waiting for, we still have more than 200 yuan, and we can still afford noodles." Luo Daxiang stood up, gritted his teeth and looked ahead firmly, as if he was about to go to the battlefield.

"I remember there are bone soup noodles, Qingyin, you are about to be eaten, we can't eat seafood, you can always eat other things."

Ma Yiming put all the buns on the table into a bowl and put them on the old man's table next door, "Grandpa, I'll give you all to eat."

Several people rushed back to the noodle shop again, and now the sky is bright, and the gold-plated characters of the noodle shop are shining in the morning sun: Xiangnan noodle shop.

"This name is really overbearing."

The noodle shop faces south, so it should be facing south, but the proprietress is uneducated and has a good face. Han Xiaoxiao asked Gu Changdong to help write these four words to satisfy her vanity.

After entering, the seven people were dumbfounded. The huge shop was full of seats, soothing music was played inside, and no one spoke loudly, because their mouths were full, so there was no time to chat, and they could only hear the sucking noodles. Voice.

(End of this chapter)