President Daddy is too powerful

Shen ruoqing's plane to city B started at 7:00 and arrived at 9:00. She dragged her luggage back to the hotel. It was almost 9:30. The heating in the hotel was sufficient. Not long after she entered the door, she could feel the warm heat and rush straight to her body.

However, she is not greedy for the artificial warmth. Shen ruoqing puts down her luggage, simply combs and washes, wraps her coat and goes out. She doesn't like the food on the plane, even the first-class food.

Therefore, her stomach is already very hungry. What she urgently needs now is to fill her stomach.

I still remember when she was in college, her favorite food every night was the street snack selling seafood wonton near the school. According to her memory, she walked past, but over the past 20 years, the school has changed greatly, including all kinds of snacks around.

The seafood wonton is still there. After more than 20 years of development, it is not what she remembers. At that time, the boss and his wife set up an old tent with five small tables.

At first, she and Ruoxi didn't even have much living expenses, so let alone the so-called pocket money. But since Ruoxi came to see her and invited her to eat the wonton here, she fell in love with the taste of the wonton.

Later, the month after Mo Shuhong made her first big money, she invited Ruoxi to eat a large bowl of seafood wonton almost every week. She remembered that at that time, when they were 17 or 18 years old, they sat under the tent and carefully tasted each wonton with thin skin and more stuffing. That kind of happiness was unmatched by many successes.

However, such days are really gone forever.

Shen ruoqing stood under the seafood wonton signboard and was stunned for a while. Many of the waiters inside were college students. A waiter saw her and walked towards her, "Miss, do you want to eat a bowl of wonton?"

Shen ruoqing's thoughts were interrupted by the waiter. At the age of 50, she was called miss. I don't know whether she is well maintained or the waiter's eyesight is too poor.

Until this time, an old lady who seemed to be 70 years old came up. A waiter walked over and shouted enthusiastically, "Miss, how many?"

Shen ruoqing got drunk on the spot and almost burst out. It turned out that it was like this. Once upon a time, miss has replaced the word beauty and become a pronoun used by major vendors to attract diners.

"Let's have a bowl." Shen ruoqing didn't care about the title, and went in with the waiter.

The shop is very wide, and the kitchen is still semi open. Through the transparent glass window, Shen ruoqing can cook wonton, and the process of wrapping wonton can be seen at a glance. The waiter will lead her into the door, even if it is finished. Shen ruoqing is brought to the ordering table by her, and she quickly runs out and yells for customers.

Shen ruoqing paid for the bowl of wonton she wanted, and then went to watch the cook cook cook wonton. The landlady here has changed. I don't know if there is any taste in her memory.

The wonton was soon cooked. The waiter called her meal brand. Shen ruoqing went to find an empty seat and sat down. In a cold day, a bowl of hot wonton is an ultimate enjoyment, which can only be felt by the people in the north.

It tastes good. Although it's different from what I remember, Shen ruoqing is not satisfied after eating one bowl and ordered another bowl. The landlady happily gave her 20% discount for her second bowl. Shen ruoqing politely thanked her.

In the second bowl, Shen ruoqing had almost eaten, leaving only a few mouthfuls of soup. Before leaving, the landlady said warmly that she would send her to the door and hoped that she would come again next time. Shen ruoqing repeatedly promised that she would. Moreover, she would come to eat a bowl every day as a snack in city B these days.