171 Li Xiangyang

When you enter the small noodle restaurant, the first thing that catches your eye is the plaque that reads "The Capital's No. 1 Noodle". It's a big name, but the words on it are hard to describe in words.

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 craftsmanship of the carving, it looks like it was carved by someone at home with a kitchen knife.

But the imposing manner is there, and you can recognize the words "The First Side of the Capital" at a glance.

The boy who just opened the door for the first time stared at Su Taotao and the others, but the woman in the Dacron floral skirt slapped him on the head and said, "What are you looking at? You eat without working, and you work but ruin the dishes. Why don't you go and greet the guests!"

The dark-skinned boy curled his lips and cursed, "Zhou Paopi only knows how to exploit child laborers." Then he ran to Su Taotao and the others with a righteous face and said, "Sir, please come this way. Please watch your way and be careful where you step."

Her smile is so beautiful that even flowers feel ashamed of themselves.

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

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

The boy shook his head quickly: "There is also soy milk and salted food, and the staple food is fried noodles with soybean paste, that's all."

The woman in the Dacron floral skirt came out of the kitchen holding a spatula and hit the boy on the head with the spatula handle: "I told you to have smacked cucumber 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 will cause trouble to the villagers when you go to the countryside!"

The boy dodged to the side and said, "Mom, please stop knocking. If you do, I'll be even more stupid!"

These two people are actually mother and son.

The boy looked only one or two years older than Fu Yuanhang and Mumu. His two little eyes rolled around and he looked very clever, not at all as stupid as the old lady said.

Chenchen is now particularly sensitive to the erhua sound, and asked Su Taotao: "Mom~~ Is douzhier sen~~"

Su Taotao: "It's fermented mung bean milk. It has a very strange taste. We are not used to it."

Su Taotao couldn't even bear to smell it, let alone drink it. As a foodie, it was one of the dark dishes that Su Taotao could not accept the most.

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

Normally, my husband and I are the only ones who are busy, so we usually only make fried noodles. But since the little brat is on summer vacation, I made a few more dishes. They are all local snacks from here. You guys can take a look at what you want to eat and ask the little brat to place an order. "

The old lady glanced at the boy and said, "Be smart."

The young 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 the old lady wasn't looking over there, so he approached Su Taotao and the others and whispered, "My mother only makes fried noodles with soybean paste and salted vegetables, but the rest is disgusting. You guys should take it easy."

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

Su Taotao thought this single-eyelid kid was quite interesting, so she deliberately ignored him and said, "Let's have two servings of fried noodles, two servings of cold noodles, one serving of brined pork, and one serving of smashed cucumber."

The single-eyelid kid blinked: "Didn't I tell you that the other dishes weren't tasty? Why did you order them?"

The lady in the floral dress chased him out with a spatula and hit him: "You little brat, you're itching, aren't you? You smashed my sign again!"

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

The old lady was furious: "Don't listen to that brat, my cooking skills are pretty good, you can all order some and try them.

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

His father washed the large intestines and pig lungs, but he pushed the mixed noodles and braised vegetables to others, which made me so angry."

No wonder, Su Taotao said why the child opened the door and closed it immediately after seeing 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 just now."

The old lady smiled and said "Ah", 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 New Year pictures, so pretty, unlike that brat, who is dark and skinny, like a skinny monkey."

This store should actually be a small courtyard house. It is a bit shabby due to disrepair, but it has all the necessary buildings such as screen wall, corridor, hanging flower gate, back yard, etc.

There is a Chinese toon tree planted at the door, and date trees and persimmons planted inside. Although they are not ripe yet, the branches are full of fruits, which looks very lively.

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

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

Chen Chen nodded: "I know, mom~~"

Mumu couldn't sit still any longer, so she pulled Fu Yuanhang up and said, "Let's go and take a look."

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

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

Fu Yuanhang was almost frightened by him so much that his notebook and paintbrush flew out.

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

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

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

Mumu looked at him in confusion: "Twelve years old? Older than me, Ah Hang. We are eleven years old this year 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 spoke briefly and to the point.

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 home, but his mother called him to serve food while holding 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, I'll chat with you after I finish serving the dishes."

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