Chapter 313 It’s delicious, oh my god!

At six o'clock in the morning, it was already bright.

The interior of the funeral home cafeteria was still dark, with rows of aging incandescent light bulbs flickering occasionally.

The stall was still deserted.

Occasionally, a customer would pass by, but they would basically just glance at the sign and immediately turn around and leave.

Su Chen held the soup spoon in his hand and didn't care.

It's just a week's work anyway, so if there's no business, I'd just relax and enjoy myself.

"Pick up the buns and fried dough sticks here—"

"There's mung bean porridge, which is refreshing and refreshing—"

The shouts from other stalls drifted over, somewhat weakly.

After all, it’s a bit dazed to go to work early in the morning, so it’s pretty good that my soul can stay here.

soon.

Family members came in one after another with canteen meal tickets in their hands, all with red and swollen eyes and dark circles.

It looks like I'll just have to keep watch all night.

An old man wearing a vest with white stripes on it walked to the bun stall with a yawn and a dazed look in his eyes.

"Come here, four vegetable buns, sniff... sniff... wait! What's that smell?"

When Su Chen saw the uncle glancing over here, he couldn't help but laugh in his heart.

You can't bear it anymore.

This meat sauce is the result of freshly made frying for an hour or so. Three kinds of chili peppers are used, and the Litsea cubeba is freshly ground, giving it an irresistible aroma.

He deliberately lifted the lid of the meat sauce, and the aroma of meat and burnt meat exploded, throwing a scent nuclear bomb directly into the restaurant.

"Would you like a bowl of freshly cooked bone soup and freshly made meat sauce?"

The time was ripe, Su Chen shouted.

When the uncle heard this, his Adam's apple rolled and the meal ticket was squeezed into a piece of pickled vegetable in his hand.

"This this?"

I heard that among the breakfast items in this cafeteria, only the vegetable buns are slightly better.

But rice noodles seem to be pretty good too.

The uncle's eyes moved back and forth between the two stalls.

Finally, he walked towards Su Chen.

Looking closer, I saw more than a dozen seasoning jars arranged in a military formation on the chopping board.

The most eye-catching thing is the big bowl of sauced meat. The oily meat particles are stuck with chili seeds, and the red oil underneath is enough to reflect a person's reflection.

"Okay, one bowl then."

Su Chen took the meal ticket.

Pick up the bamboo colander, and let the snow-white rice noodles rise and fall in the bone soup. Put mint leaves on the bottom of the imitation porcelain bowl and pour the boiling hot sour bone soup on it.

When the first spoonful of meat sauce was added to the rice noodles, the uncle's pupils trembled.

The brown meat pieces and the crispy fried lard residue float in the sour soup, and the pepper oil poured on it rolls out a golden edge on the edge of the bowl. It is steaming hot and the aroma rushes straight to your head.

As for the small condiments such as crushed peanuts, shredded pickled mustard greens, grandma's vegetables, sesame seeds, chopped green onions, etc., it depends on the needs of the customers.

"Your bowl of noodles is really good."

Master Kong, who had nothing to do, watched the whole process and immediately felt the difference.

The rice noodles Xiao Xu made were not only watery but also a bit sticky, lacking the comforting slurping sensation of slurping noodles. He'd tried it once before, and it tasted like crystal mud, becoming bloated halfway through.

The taste is not bad, just ordinary, the kind that can be eaten with just a little effort.

But as soon as Su Chen's bowl of rice noodles came out of the pot, it won a lot just by looking at its appearance.

As for the taste, there is no doubt about it. Just by smelling the aroma, you know it must be delicious.

"It smells so good. When there are fewer people around, can you make me a bowl?"

Master Kong is greedy.

One advantage for those who cook in the canteen is that they never lack food.

You can just eat noodles, fried rice, and buns, and no one will say anything. It can be considered a tacit benefit for the chefs.

"no problem."

Su Chen said as he handed the freshly made臊子面 to the uncle.

The uncle held the bowl carefully. There was a lot of noodles and a lot of sauce.

I didn't have high expectations, but I didn't expect it to be so fragrant and solid!!

Eat a little first.

The uncle picked up the chopsticks, stirred it, picked up the wide noodles and put them into his mouth.

Damn it!

As soon as the rice noodles entered his mouth, the uncle felt very happy.

Is this wide noodles?

So what kind of pig food did I eat before?

The aroma of rice mixed with the臊子肉酱 is so harmonious that it goes straight to the back of your throat.

A little chewing will elevate the aroma to a higher level, it is simply intoxicating and the taste is unparalleled!

The uncle was completely intoxicated and slurped another large spoonful of wide noodles into his mouth.

The wide noodles were slippery, with the richness of the sour soup, and the burnt aroma of the meat sauce exploded on the tip of his tongue. He ate so much that sweat broke out on his forehead, but he couldn't stop eating.

Huh—huh—

He blew and sucked, not caring that the soup splashed onto the white cloth on his chest.

I must have another bowl!

The uncle made a decision while chewing.

At this moment, a sinister voice sounded from behind.

"Dad, why did it take you so long to buy some buns? What are you going to eat?"

A young man floated over like a ghost, his eyes full of murderous intent.

ah!!!

The uncle was startled and almost dropped the bowl in his hand.

"Oh my god! This is a funeral home, you little bastard, you're walking without making any noise!"

"If I walked with a sound, they wouldn't be able to catch my big dad hiding here and eating!"

The young man was depressed. He had clearly agreed to buy some buns and go back, but his father actually hid it from him and showed off the wide noodles here!

There is no place where you can’t eat wide noodles!

The eulogy is about to be read at the mourning hall, and relatives and friends are still waiting.

"No, my son, try this wide noodle, it's absolutely amazing! It's so delicious!"

The uncle handed over the remaining rice noodles and motioned for the child to take a bite.

"I don't want to eat!"

The young man rolled his eyes, feeling a little tired.

"Really? You believe me! Just try it! If it doesn't taste good, you can tear my head off and kick it like a ball!"

"I'm not exaggerating at all. This is the best wide noodles I've ever had in my life."

The uncle was swearing and swearing.

This attitude confused the young man.

"No, Dad! You don't have a fever, do you? Are you possessed by an evil spirit? Or are you being wielded by someone? Why are you still speaking in the language of young people?"

"Try it!"

Seeing his father's firm attitude, the young man began to have some doubts in his heart.

So he took the wide noodles with half belief and half doubt and picked up a piece with chopsticks.

After eating this, the young man was also very happy!

I have the same soul-searching question as the uncle: Is this wide noodles?

It’s so delicious!

Every time you chew it, you can feel the aroma rolling in your nose and mouth.

The freshness and fragrance penetrate into the bones, and the numbness and crispness enter the stomach.

After one mouthful, the mouth, nasal cavity and esophagus all become clear.

The uncle was amused when he saw his son's expression and gave him a mischievous smile.

"It's delicious, right? I knew you couldn't handle it. Go to the door and exchange a meal ticket for me. I, your dad, am still not full!"

Young man: ...

I finally understand why they had to drag him into this. It turns out he was just thinking about his meal ticket.

Rice noodles are very watery and not as easy to eat as steamed buns.

However, in front of delicious food, he surrendered just like his father.

There was not even the slightest consciousness of resistance.

Just close your eyes, tilt your head, and let it go.

It doesn’t matter whether it’s auspicious or not. At most, I can just read the condolences for grandpa faster later.

As long as I can eat the noodles, it's fine.

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(End of this chapter)