Chapter 601
The next morning, the father and daughter went out to find food. Last night they heard that the mixed noodles in Changcheng were delicious, so they decided to try it this morning.
They used to eat noodles very often in Nanning, but they rarely eat it since they moved to Beijing. The long food there is noodles, not rice noodles.
Sometimes when they are really hungry, they make it themselves, but it is quite troublesome to do it once in a while, so they only do it occasionally.
The girl on duty at the front desk today was not the same one as yesterday. It was replaced by a young man. Su Miao asked him where to find some delicious mixed noodles.
He stared at her blankly for a few seconds before reacting. He pointed at the outside and said:
"We have several on this street, and they're all delicious. Just queue up where you see a crowd, and you can't go wrong!"
"Okay, thank you, comrade."
"Hey, no, no!"
The father and daughter walked out of the guesthouse and went in the opposite direction of the restaurant they had gone to yesterday.
Street vendors were hawking steamed buns fresh out of the oven, the steam rising from them looking particularly warm in the morning light.
The two came to the noodle shop on the corner, and there was already a long line in front of the store.
The proprietress scooped up the snow-white rice noodles with swift movements, and with a flick of her wrist, the rice noodles drew an arc in the air and fell steadily into the bowl.
There were a variety of ingredients on the table: pickled radish cubes, fried peanuts, chili sauce, minced garlic, chopped green onions, pickled beans...
Just add it to the rice noodles, and the customers can take it to their seats and mix it themselves. The aroma is so fragrant that you can't help but swallow your saliva.
Seeing the father and daughter curiously staring at the ingredients, the proprietress asked with a smile, "Would you like some mixed noodles? I had spicy mixed noodles this morning and I'm full of energy!"
Su Miao nodded, her eyes sparkling: "Okay! But...can you use less chili?"
Yesterday she was greedy and ate a few more bites of chili peppers. Although she could bear the spiciness at the time, she suffered a lot when she went to the toilet this morning.
Now it is completely docile, a little spicy is enough!
The proprietress smiled cheerfully, "Okay! One for each person, huh? I'll make it slightly spicy for you first. If you think it's not spicy enough, you can add more!"
This shop sells 300 bowls of mixed noodles every day. The proprietress is so skilled that she can accurately season the noodles even with her eyes blindfolded.
After a while, the noodles were handed over to the father and daughter, and the proprietress instructed:
"Mix it while it's hot, don't let it clump together."
In fact, this worry is a bit unnecessary. The father and daughter from the city that loves noodles used their years of experience in mixing dry noodles to mix the noodles while they were looking for a seat.
The chopsticks fly up and down to mix the rice noodles evenly, and each piece is covered with rich and fragrant soup.
There were so many people who came too early that although they got the noodles, they didn't get a seat.
Su Yuanzheng couldn't help but take a sip of noodles and nodded continuously:
"Miao Miao, this flour is really fragrant. It's smooth, chewy and elastic. It's just like our squeezed flour, which is not raw rice flour... but that kind of... squeezed flour." Su Yuanzheng said while gesturing.
Su Miao quickly replied: "I know, it's just round rice flour."
Seeing that there was no hope of waiting for a table and that many customers were already standing outside the store eating noodles, she couldn't help but take a bite.
Wow! The chewy rice noodles coated in the rich, glossy sauce, paired with the crispy and rich side dishes, the various flavors collide and blend on the tip of your tongue, it's simply amazing!
While cooking the noodles, the proprietress took the time to look up at the father and daughter's reactions. Seeing that they were satisfied with the meal, a gratified smile appeared on her face:
"Delicious, right? Our mixed noodles are spicy and fragrant. We get up before dawn every morning to prepare the ingredients. The chopped pepper sauce and dried radish are all handmade in-house, absolutely authentic!"
At this time, the owner of a nearby breakfast shop came out to greet people:
"Drink soup~Drink soup~Drinking soup in the morning warms my heart~"
Su Miao said to his father:
"Would it be more comfortable if we had noodles with soup?"
"drink!!"
The lady boss offered, "They have a table. If you want to go over for soup, you can just take the noodles over. I'll collect the bowls later. We've been neighbors for many years."
"Okay! Thank you, Madam. Just bring your bowls over when we're done."
This small shop specializes in selling stewed soups, and its variety is wider than the restaurant we visited yesterday. The father and daughter ordered different soups from yesterday, and they enjoyed them very much, eating noodles and soup at the same time.
After finishing my meal, I returned the big bowl. When I left the breakfast shop, the street was already busier.
The carts selling soy milk jingled, and the vegetable farmers carrying loads on their shoulders advertised the fresh vegetables.
They wanted to visit the memorial hall, and when they checked the bus stops at the bus station, they found that there seemed to be no stop named after the memorial hall, so they could only ask the citizens who were waiting for the bus.
Following the route I inquired about, I got off after only three stops and walked a short distance to the memorial hall.
The blue-gray brick walls are simple and heavy, with a sign on the wall that reads "Changcheng August 1st Uprising Memorial Hall" in vigorous and powerful fonts.
There is a stone tablet at the door, with the eye-catching numbers "1927.8.1" silently telling the story of that magnificent history.
As you enter the memorial hall, a solemn and dignified atmosphere hits you, as if you have traveled through time and space and returned to that war-torn era.
In the center of the hall is a huge oil painting depicting the scene of the rebels charging into battle. The soldiers hold up the red flag with resolute expressions.
The father and daughter walked slowly along the exhibition hall, carefully looking at the objects and photos on display.
The display cabinets display rifles, uniforms and straw sandals used by the rebels.
Su Miao leaned in to take a closer look. The cuffs of the faded gray cloth military uniform were frayed, but the red scarf on the chest was still as bright as before.
After the visit, the father and daughter solemnly wrote their names in the guestbook to express their respect for the revolutionary martyrs.
Walking out of the memorial hall, the sun was still shining brightly, but Su Miao's mood could not calm down for a long time.
She suddenly said, "Dad, the mixed noodles we're having today are a traditional food here. Maybe the rebels back then also ate it."
Su Yuanzheng smiled: "Yes, more than 60 years have passed, and the mixed noodles still taste the same, but our lives have changed dramatically."
Suddenly, a male voice came from behind: "Are there any comrades who want to go to Tengwang Pavilion? Are there any comrades who can go to Tengwang Pavilion with us?"
Su Miao turned around and saw a young man wearing glasses, holding a camera, and with his hair combed meticulously with mousse. He was asking tourists coming out of the memorial hall if they wanted to go to Tengwang Pavilion together.
The others were basically traveling in groups, and they all waved to him in a friendly manner, indicating that they had other plans.
The young man suddenly saw Su Yuanzheng, who also had a camera hanging around his neck, and walked over to him expectantly and asked:
"Are you two here for tourism? I'm here to collect materials from a magazine and would like to visit the Tengwang Pavilion. If you want to go too, I'd love to join you."
As he spoke, he took out a copy of "Echo" magazine, opened an article, pointed to the author's signature on it, and then took out his ID card to let them see the name, in order to prove that what he said was true and that he was not a bad element.
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