171 Li Xiangyang

When you enter the noodle shop, the first thing you see is the plaque "The Capital's No. 1 Noodle". The name is quite impressive, but the words on it are hard to describe.

Let's put it this way, it's not much better than the scribbles of Chen Chen who can't even hold a pen.

Not to mention the carving, it looks like someone just picked up a kitchen knife at home and carved it.

But the momentum is there, and you can recognize the words "The Capital's No. 1 Noodle" at a glance.

The boy who just opened the door for the first time stared at Su Taotao and the others, and was slapped on the head by the woman in the Dacron floral skirt: "What are you looking at? You don't work while eating, and you break the dishes when you work. Why don't you go and greet the guests!"

The dark-skinned boy pouted and cursed, "Zhou Paopi only knows how to exploit child laborers." Then he ran to Su Taotao and the others with a disgusting mouth and a righteous body: "Sir, please come this way. Please watch the road and be careful of your steps."

He smiled so much that even flowers would be ashamed.

Looking at this nodding and bowing "waiter", Su Taotao once thought that she had traveled back to ancient times again.

The group sat down, and Mr. Mo asked, "What else do you have besides fried noodles?"

The boy shook his head quickly, "We also have bean juice and broth, and the staple food is fried noodles, that's all."

The woman in a Dacron floral skirt came out of the kitchen with a spatula and hit the boy on the head with the spatula handle, "I told you that there are also smacked cucumbers and cold noodles. You are not good at studying, and you can't even run around as a waiter. What else can you do in the future? I think you are causing trouble to the villagers when you go to the countryside!" The

boy dodged to the side, "Mom, don't knock me anymore, or I'll be even more stupid!"

These two are actually mother and son. The

boy looked only one or two years older than Fu Yuanhang and Mumu. His two little eyes were rolling around, and he looked smart, not stupid at all like the old lady said.

Chenchen is now particularly sensitive to erhua sounds, and asked Su Taotao: "Mom~~Doubanzhi is sen~~"

Su Taotao: "It's fermented mung bean milk, it has a very strange smell, we can't get used to it."

Let alone drinking it, Su Taotao can't even smell it. As a foodie, Su Taotao can't accept it. One of the dark dishes that Su Taotao can't accept the most.

The fashionable lady in the floral dress smiled heartily: "From your accent, you are from the south, right? Not to mention you, even many of us locals can't get used to it.

Usually, it's just me and my husband, we are too busy, so we usually only make fried noodles. This time, I made a few more while the little boy is on summer vacation. They are all authentic snacks here. You can see what to eat and let the little boy place an order."

The lady glanced at the little boy: "Be smart."

The boy made a face at his mother and asked Su Taotao and the others, "What do you want to eat?"

He secretly looked into the kitchen and saw that his mother was not looking over there. He approached Su Taotao and the others and whispered, "My mother only makes fried noodles with soybean paste and salt, but the other things are not tasty. You guys take it easy."

Mo Gong laughed and said, "Then Mumu and I will have fried noodles with soybean paste. You guys can decide what to eat."

Su Taotao thought this single-eyed kid was quite interesting. , deliberately ignored him and said: "We want two servings of fried noodles, two servings of cold noodles, one serving of brined soup, and one serving of smashed cucumber."

The single-eyed child blinked: "Didn't I tell you that the other dishes were not tasty? Why did you order them?"

The lady in the floral skirt chased him out with a spatula and hit him: "You little bastard, your skin is itchy, right? You smashed my sign again!" The

child saw that something was wrong and ran away quickly: "The food is not tasty and you don't let people say it..."

The big The mother was furious: "Don't listen to the brat, my cooking skills are not bad, you can all order some and try.

The brat just doesn't want to work, doesn't want to receive more guests, and doesn't want to wash a few cucumbers.

His father washes the large intestines and pig lungs, but he just pushes the mixed noodles and broth to others, which makes me angry."

No wonder, Su Taotao said why the kid opened the door and closed it immediately when he saw them, it turned out that he thought there were too many people.

This mother and son are really interesting.

Su Taotao smiled and said, "It's okay, just serve what we ordered."

The old lady smiled and said "Hey", and couldn't help muttering, "People in the South are so pretty, and they are all very good-looking. These kids look like they were cut out of a New Year picture, so pretty, unlike that stinky boy, who is dark and thin, like a skinny monkey."

This store should actually be a small courtyard house, which has been in disrepair for a long time and is a bit shabby, but it has all the necessary buildings, such as the screen wall, corridor, hanging flower gate, and back yard. There is

a Chinese toon tree planted at the door, and jujube trees and persimmons planted inside. Although they are not ripe yet, the fruits are hanging on the branches, which looks very lively.

Chenchen found it very interesting and asked Su Taotao: "Mom, can I look around?"

Su Taotao nodded: "Sure, but you can only look, you can't touch other people's things." Chenchen nodded

: "I know, Mom~"

Mumu couldn't sit still for a long time, and pulled Fu Yuanhang up: "Let's go and take a look."

The three children were very interested in the architecture of the courtyard house. They looked here and there. Fu Yuanhang habitually took out the booklet and recorded what he saw.

A little head popped out from behind Fu Yuanhang, and took a breath of cool air with a "sizzle": "Oh my god, you are so amazing, how can you draw so well?"

Fu Yuanhang was almost scared by him and even the notebook and paintbrush flew out.

Mumu patted the single-eyelid kid's arm and said, "Why are you walking so silently? You're not so scary. My name is Mumu, what's your name?"

Mumu, the community leader, came online and introduced himself as soon as he arrived, and asked for other people's names by the way.

It is easy to make friends with people of the same age. The single-eyed kid is also a social bull. He also has a good impression of Mumu and the others, so he is not shy at all: "My name is Li Xiangyang, a native of the capital. Let me tell you a secret. My mother uses child labor. I'm only twelve years old and in the fourth grade. She uses me like a worker every day."

Mumu looked at him puzzledly: "Twelve years old? Older than me, Ahang. We are eleven years old and also in the fourth grade."

Li Xiangyang waved his hand: "Hey, didn't you fail to keep up last year and had to repeat a year?"

He touched Fu Yuanhang's arm: "Your painting is really good. What's your name? And what about the little one?"

"Fu Yuanhang." Fu Yuanhang was concise.

Chenchen pouted: "I'm not a little kid~~I'm Chenchen~~"

Li Xiangyang pinched his fingers and couldn't help laughing: "So cute." I want to pinch them.

Li Xiangyang made three friends at once. He wanted to show them around his house, but his mother called him to serve food with a spatula.

Li Xiangyang, who earned pocket money from this "job", had no choice but to bow to the "evil money": "Wait for me for a while, and I'll chat with you after I finish serving the food."

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