Food: I, who inherited a small shop, is popular all over the country!

The lucky cat here is busy and crazy, and Wang Fuguier of the Star House is really idle and panicking

" Okay, okay, no problem, thank you so much, thank you so much, thank you Xiao Su!

Wang Fugui hung up the phone with a smile on his face.

Xiao Su actually promised to help him attract customer traffic, which is a favor!

Using the traffic in his store, he developed his Star House, and wanted to buy a large amount of gift stationery for events.

Wang Fugui understood that this was Su Baihang taking care of him.

He was also not stingy and directly waived the cost of event gifts.

Xiao Su has taken care of me so much, just some small gifts, your uncle and I are not stingy people. "

Watching one tourist after another passing by the door, climbing the green mountain to see the big Buddha, going to the good luck to come to the small shop to eat food, but not entering his star house.

" This has just opened, there are no customers normal and normal, besides, this early morning, who will come to the gift shop."

Wang Fugui was used to such a cold shop.

Aoyama had few customers for a long time, and he worked until the store closed last month.

Now, although none of the tourists who come to Qingshan enter his shop, Wang Fugui still has great hopes.

At least, there were so many more guests than before.

No matter whether anyone enters his shop now, there will definitely be a lot of them in the future, these people are a confidence that can see the future and make Wang Fugui persevere.

Wang Fugui looked at another passing child.

Parents holding their children chattering about the food they were about to eat, apparently to the small shop with good luck.

"I wonder if this pair of parents will bring their children to my shop because of the event?"

Wang Fugui looked forward and looked forward to it.

Everyone who passes by the original small shop here will be a potential customer of the Star House gift shop in the future.

Maybe today, I will come to the store to buy something.

" Dingdong ——!"

The doorbell of the store rang and Wang Fugui hurriedly turned his head to look.

It was not a guest who came, which made Wang Fugui a little disappointed.

It is Aunt Wang, the waiter who came to the small shop with good luck, and Wang Fugui knows her.

I thought that Aunt Wang was Xiao Su who came to her to discuss activities, but I didn't expect that she did bring him mung bean paste.

"Help me thank Sue, and that activity also help me thank him."

Wang Fugui saw two bowls of mung bean paste on the table, and the loss of not having customers came to the door disappeared, and he was full of smiles.

After sending off Aunt Wang.

Wang Fugui turned his head and pulled his throat and asked his wife who was resting above to come down and eat mung bean paste together.

It's almost 11 noon.

It wasn't very hot on a clear day.

Su Baihang considered that there were old people and children among his diners, and the mung bean paste was not made very cold, just because he could feel the temperature that was refreshing but not cold.

Now.

The coolness of the mung bean paste itself reveals a small bowl, and a layer of water mist emerges on the surface of the bowl, crystal clear.

On the light green mung bean paste, there are also a few bursting mung bean white kernels, like small white flowers blooming on the grass, which is very eye-catching.

This comfortable temperature, slightly cool.

Wang Fugui suddenly felt a little thirsty.

"Yo, there is also a smell of mung beans, I haven't drunk this thing for a long time."

The last time Wang Fugui drank mung bean paste was last summer.

In the ancient street, there are also small shops that make mung bean paste to sell in summer.

It's just that the taste is really average.

It's a little expensive.

Wang Fugui felt that if it wasn't really hot, he wouldn't have bought that stingy mung bean paste.

" It's all from the neighbors, actually selling the mung bean paste I searched? Also five yuan a cup ? "

The mung bean paste below the green mountain tastes good for only two dollars a cup!"

Wang Fugui remembered last summer, because of a cup of mung bean paste for several days of stomach, he couldn't help but face green and scolded.

This stinks face.

made Wang Fugui's wife laugh.

Remember this? He is also because no one buys it, and he doesn't know if the green beans are tasty, and he has no intention. Wang

Fuguier's wife walked down and saw the mung bean paste brought over, and said in amazement, her face full of kindness.

Did Xiao Su bring us mung bean paste? That's really thankful, but Lao Wang, you can't eat too much ice, you can't drink too much. "

Look at such a big bowl, I will give him at most half a bowl and won't drink it,"

Wang Fugui nodded in response.

His wife was worried about his body, and he knew that he wasn't going to drink too much.

"Xiao Su's dishes are all good, and this mung bean paste should be okay."

After Wang Fugui handed a cup to his wife, he tasted his bowl of mung bean paste.

Mung bean paste light green light green with a soup spoon in the bowl.

Wang Fugui took a spoonful and scooped up a spoonful of bursting small mung beans.

Keep your head down and take a sip of the soup next to you.

The taste of mung bean paste drank it, making the tip of Wang Fugui's tongue dance.

During the boiling process, the mung bean paste water is too long, so that some of the pulp of the mung beans is melted inside.

The fine mung bean paste pulp will not rip your throat.

On the contrary, with the dense rustle of mung bean flesh, the originally sweet mung bean water has a thick taste, flowing smoothly back and forth on the tip of the tongue.

The mung bean flavor is also stronger.

Especially.

In the delicate mung bean paste water, there are also bursting mung bean grains.

Wang Fugui chewed gently.

The mung beans, which have been cooked softly, are easily chewed between the teeth.

Delicate and dense, soft and rotten.

With the characteristic glutinous meaning of mung bean kernels, the sweet flavor bursts out in the mouth.

Mung bean paste is not very sweet, sugar will not be very prominent in it, more is the sweet taste of mung bean paste itself.

It's that, very authentic, old-fashioned sugar water flavor.

This old-fashioned mung bean paste sugar water smell reminded Wang Fugui of his childhood.

At that time, mung bean paste was very monotonous.

There is no mixed mung bean paste like the current one with various coconut milk, taro balls, and sago dew.

Again, the price is cheap.

A cup of five dimes can relieve the heat and make the whole summer happy.



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" Now they all drink mung bean paste, presumably the season to eat watermelon is not far away."

Wang Fugui's eyes were full of memories and he muttered.

When he was a child, what he was most looking forward to was the mung bean paste and watermelon in summer.

and roasted sweet potatoes and sugar-fried chestnuts in winter.

Summer mung bean paste, five cents a cup, buy that cup on the way to school, walk home happily.

When you get home, you will hold your homegrown sandy watermelon and dig it in with a spoon to eat.

Watermelon with a big head, he can eat half alone.

The sweet watermelon flesh is very crisp, and when chewed, the mouth is full of red watermelon juice, which is extremely refreshing.

Baked sweet potatoes in winter, stir-fried chestnuts with sugar.

Just holding it in the palm of your hand is very warm, not to mention the hot sweet and soft taste floating in the air.

It's full of memories.

Wang Fugui swallowed his throat and drank another mouthful of mung bean paste.

While drinking, he turned his head and looked outside the store.

It is clear that the sky is clear, and there are large white clouds.

It is clear that he is now in his fifties, and he is old.

But at this moment, he seems to have returned to that hot summer, happy childhood.

Wang Fugui smiled he

That's right.

That childhood, and her, the little sister next door.