Bao Xiangxiang saw that Chen Mo was curious about everything in Guangzhou, so she patted her chest and said:
"Mo, let go! I'll show you around for the next few days. I've gotten to know Guangzhou quite well over the past few months. I'll make sure you eat well, have fun, and see the most authentic scenery!"
Over the next few days, Bao Xiangxiang really became Chen Mo's best guide.
She made full use of the factory's rest periods and after-get off work time, and took Chen Mo to travel through the streets and alleys of Suicheng.
Standing on the Haizhu Bridge and overlooking the Pearl River, you can see the busy scene of ships coming and going on the river.
The dock workers on the shore shouted orders and moved goods, full of the rhythm of life.
The Western-style buildings on Shamian Island are unique and quite different from the overall urban style of Guangzhou.
Bao Xiangxiang told Chen Mo that this place used to be a concession of foreign powers in Guangzhou.
They looked at the exotic buildings and the people riding their bicycles hurriedly, as if time and space were intertwined.
Today's Guangzhou City is a little more prosperous than before.
They walked into a busy porridge shop. In the big pot at the door, rice porridge was boiling and the aroma was overflowing.
Bao Xiangxiang ordered two bowls of "Jidi Congee" as if she was familiar with the place.
The chef deftly scooped up a spoonful of boiling hot porridge made from cooked breakfast dough and poured it into the bowl.
Then quickly put the pre-marinated pork liver, pork kidney, rice noodles and other "miscellaneous ingredients" into the colander, blanch them quickly in the porridge pot for a few times, and they will instantly become tender and smooth. Then cover the porridge, sprinkle with a pinch of shredded ginger and chopped green onions, and add a few drops of peanut oil.
Chen Mo tasted it carefully. The porridge base was smooth and delicious, with a strong rice aroma. The pork offal was processed extremely cleanly, without any peculiar smell, only a crispy and smooth taste.
"It's delicious." She couldn't help but exclaim.
Bao Xiangxiang smiled and said, "People here say that eating this porridge can make you as smart as the top scholar. But you are already smart enough."
In a narrow shop under an arcade, they saw the process of making rice noodle rolls.
A large, multi-layered bamboo steamer was billowing with steam.
The chef scooped up a spoonful of pure rice paste with a spoon and poured it evenly on the wet steamer, then skillfully sprinkled marinated minced meat, fresh shrimp or egg liquid on it and quickly pushed it into the steamer.
It only takes a moment to pull out the steamer, scrape and roll it with a special thin scraper, and a crystal clear, thin-skinned and stuffed rice noodle roll is ready.
Pour the store's special light-colored soy sauce on it and take a bite. The rice noodle roll skin is smooth and flexible, the filling inside is tender and juicy, and the salty and fresh taste of the soy sauce just enhances the overall flavor.
Shen Mo thought the taste was amazing, unlike any other pasta she had ever eaten.
The two of them went to eat radish and beef offal.
This is one of the most common street food.
In a large steaming iron pot, dark soup was bubbling, filled with beef intestines, beef lungs, beef tripe, beef tendons and large pieces of white radish.
The rich aroma of spices and meat mixed together and wafted from far away.
The boss uses scissors to quickly cut the beef offal selected by the customer into small pieces, puts them into a small bowl, and then pours a spoonful of thick soup on it.
Bao Xiangxiang bought two bowls and gave one to Chen Mo.
The beef offal is stewed until it is extremely soft and tasty, yet has the unique toughness and flavor of the internal organs, without any fishy smell.
The white radish is the essence, absorbing the deliciousness of the broth, becoming sweet, soft and glutinous, melting in the mouth.
Bao Xiangxiang specially took Chen Mo to a time-honored dessert shop.
The surface of double skin milk is covered with a thick, wrinkled layer of milk skin. It has a smooth and delicate taste, rich and mellow milk flavor, and just the right sweetness.
The ginger milk is even more magical. The waiter pours the hot buffalo milk into a bowl of fresh ginger juice. After a while, the milk solidifies into a smooth state like tofu pudding.
With one spoonful, the spicy ginger juice and the sweet milk blend perfectly, warming the stomach and having a wonderful taste.
After being here for several days, Shen Mo gained three pounds and her face became much rosier.
There are so many delicious foods here.
At Bao Xiangxiang's invitation, Shen Mo decided to visit the textile factory where she worked and see with her own eyes the place that transformed Sister Xiangxiang.
As soon as she entered the textile workshop, Shen Mo was shocked.
In the vast space, there were endless looms lined up, the roar of the machines was deafening, and fine cotton wool was flying in the air.
The female workers wore uniform work clothes and work hats, and were busy shuttling between the machines with focused eyes and quick movements.
Bao Xiangxiang quickly immersed herself in her work. Chen Mo watched from the side as she expertly operated the two looms, checking for broken threads or flaws. Her fingers deftly moved between the warp and weft threads, quickly reconnecting any broken threads. Her focused and confident expression was a stark contrast to her time at the Liuxi Brigade.
"Sister Xiangxiang, you are so amazing!"
Amid the intermittent roar of the machine, Shen Mo couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.
She could hardly imagine that Bao Xiangxiang, who was still in the countryside a few months ago, had now become a skilled worker operating complex machines.
Bao Xiangxiang smiled sheepishly and wiped the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand:
"Practice makes perfect! I thought this big guy was scary at first, but I didn't want to embarrass Qingyang, nor did I want my trip to be in vain, so I gritted my teeth and learned!"
While eating in the cafeteria at noon, Bao Xiangxiang pointed to the honor roll on the wall and showed it to Shen Mo. Her name was on it, with "Production Expert" and "Technical Model" written next to it.
"Look, that's my machine. Last month, my output and quality were both among the top three in the workshop!"
Bao Xiangxiang's tone was full of pride.
Shen Mo was sincerely happy for her.
In the afternoon, Bao Xiangxiang was still working, so she allowed Shen Mo to wander around the factory or go to the reading room in the factory office building to read a book while waiting for her to get off work.
Shen Mo strolled around the factory, looking at the neat factory buildings, slogans and busy and orderly people, and gained a more concrete understanding of the business run by Lu Qingyang.
She thought of going to the factory office building to take a look, maybe she could meet Lu Qingyang and give him a surprise.
As soon as she walked near the factory office building, she saw Lu Qingyang's familiar figure at a glance.
놛 was standing in the shade of a tree next to the building, talking to a woman.
However, the next second, Shen Mo's steps paused, and the smile on her face froze slightly.
The woman was very beautiful, the kind of beauty that would stand out even in a big city like Guangzhou.
She was about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, wearing a well-cut Dacron dress that showed off her graceful figure. She had fashionable curly hair and light makeup on her face. She had a capable temperament and the charm of a mature woman.
She was talking to Lu Qingyang with a smile, holding a folder in her hand and pointing at the contents on it from time to time. Her attitude looked familiar and serious.
Lu Qingyang had his back to Chen Mo, so his expression couldn't be seen clearly, but he seemed to be listening attentively to what the other person was saying.
An inexplicable emotion instantly gripped Shen Mo.
Who is that woman? She looks very familiar to Qingyang.
Are you talking about work?
But do we need to be so close to talk about work?
Xu놚's smile is so... pretty?
A series of question marks and a subtle bitterness came to my mind.
She subconsciously stopped and hid behind a big tree, jumping a little too fast.
She knew she shouldn't overthink it, Qingyang was working, but... that woman's presence was too strong.
She saw Lu Qingyang nodded to the woman, and then the woman said something, smiled even brighter, and reached out to gently pat Lu Qingyang's arm, the action was natural and intimate.
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