Chapter 44

Pick up the spring roll and eat it in your mouth, no way! Flour is the same, although it is very crisp, up to the general standard, but the leek inside is overnight, the taste is not so pure, and finally, the taste of poor oil is too bad to eat.

After eating two mouthfuls, Yang Song stood up and said to Meng Shi: "OK, it's almost done. Just eat these! Let's change to another one. "

Meng Shihan's mouth also just bit two, vaguely surprised: "what? Isn't it delicious? "

"No, Caifeng can't eat too much." Yang Song took out his wallet and paid for breakfast! He left with Meng Shihan.

The proprietress was very strange. She ordered something to eat. Why didn't she eat it all of a sudden, but she paid for it, so she had to run over and clean up her breakfast, which only took one or two mouthfuls.

"Oh, what a waste. Young people now

Meng Shihan has not even wiped the oil and water from the corners of his mouth. He drives a depressed car and asks, "how much did you eat! I won't eat, I'm still hungry

"Is there anything else to eat?" Yang Song is a little depressed, from the first store into the store, the system will give information, do not eat for two hours will not stop!

"Yes!" Meng Shihan thought about it carefully and said, "there's a family in Liancun street that drinks soup bags! The boss is also a craftsman for decades, and the taste is delicious! "

"Then go to that one."

Five minutes later, the car stopped in front of a small bun shop. Although the shop was small, there were already so many people queuing up. You know, it's only 6:30, so many people.

Meng Shihan and Yang Song walked in and asked tentatively, "otherwise, we'll have a soup bag!"

"What else is there but soup dumplings?" Yang Song then asked.

"And noodle paste is also good!" Meng Shihan felt that he was about to cry. It's too painful to order the pain that can't be eaten.

Yang Song looked at the mobile phone and said faintly: "boss, pour soup bag with noodles paste a piece!"

"Just one? And me? "

Meng Shihan quickly asked, but Yang Song shook his head, the latter immediately understood, estimated that is to eat.

Soon, the soup bag and noodle paste came up. Yang Song took the spoon, dug a spoon of noodle paste, and put it into his mouth. This is seafood noodle paste. After eating only one mouthful, Yang Song knew that the seafood in this noodle paste was not good. It was overnight! With a pungent smell of the sea.

He then gently picked up a soup bag, put it on the spoon, and then tore a hole with chopsticks, watched the soup slowly flow down, took a drink, picked up the soup bag, and took a small bite.

Well, from the moment he picked it up, Yang Song had found three problems. First, the skin was too thick to see the soup rolling inside. Moreover, the oil in the soup was greater than the soup, and the taste of pig skin jelly was also problematic.

"Enough! Let's go

"Mm-hmm! I got it! Don't worry

Meng Shihan now has two soup dumplings in her mouth. Before eating a mouthful of bean curd and two mouthfuls of spring rolls, Meng Shihan had already made her stomach growl, but now Yang Song opened her mouth. She had no choice but to put a soup bag into her mouth again.

"What are you doing in such a hurry? It's not that you won't be allowed to eat! " Yang Song looks at Meng Shihan, who is sitting in the driver's seat and is deeply scalded. The whole person can't help crying or laughing. How can this girl look like a starving ghost.

The latter white Yang Song one eye, did not speak, but took a breath of air conditioning, to ease the discomfort of his mouth, and then started the car, without saying a word, toward the next house in the past.

The third is a rice noodle shop, which is known as a century old store. Yunnan rice noodles are considered as one of the best in Luocheng.

Walking into the store, the strong aroma of rice flour permeated the whole shop. Yang Song sniffed it, laughed and said, "the rice noodles taste good!"

"Really? That would be great. Boss, two rice noodles Meng Shihan seemed to see the hope and called out directly.

It's rare for Yang Song to say that the taste is good. It seems that this bowl of rice noodles can be eaten more! A few minutes later, their rice noodles came up. Yang Song took a look, picked up a piece of vermicelli and ate it.

The taste is really good, the rice used is also top grade, but I don't know if it's the problem of heat. It's a bit rotten and not chewy!

It would be nice for ordinary people to eat it, but for Yang Song, it was too clean to wash away the flavor of the original sausage. In fact, it is just like stinky tofu, without the special flavor, which makes people feel like eating rubber.

Standing up, Yang Song patted the table and said to Meng Shihan, who was making powder: "go! The next one

Meng Shihan was scared and almost choked to his throat by his fans. Sad looked at the rice noodles, stood up and resolutely left.

Even after eating three stores, each one only took a bite. Fortunately, Yang Song paid for it. Meng Shihan didn't care about it at that time.

It's just that the morning passed and I didn't have enough to eat! If Yang Song didn't promise to go back to eat kebabs for her, Meng Shihan would have left.One morning, it was more than eight o'clock. At the last steamed bread shop, Yang Song finally made Meng Shihan eat enough.

Because the countdown in the system indicates that breakfast time is over.

Yang Song casually stuffed two steamed stuffed buns and asked Meng Shihan to take him home.

"Yang Song, do you want to go at noon?" Meng Shihan asked carefully. After all, I vowed to go with Yang Song in the morning. It seems that I have to go in all day. Thanks to Yang Song's guarantee, nothing happened.

Yang Song should have nodded and said, "yes! Collecting wind is divided into morning, noon and evening, and finally supper. "

Oh, my God! And nighttime? Is this the rhythm of death?

At noon, time soon arrived, Yang Song sat in the hotel, this is a local chicken shop, Yang Song picked up a piece of roast chicken, gently put it into his mouth, carefully tasted.

"no, there are a lot of flavours, although they are local chickens, but they are only chicken scattered scientifically. They are not authentic chicken."

"Yang Song, are you going

Meng Shihan now understands the rhythm of Yang Song. This is the third one, the first river fish restaurant and the second Sichuan style bamboo and mouse restaurant!

This is the third one, the local chicken restaurant. Yang Song is still ready to go after eating only one piece.

Yang Song nodded and chuckled: "you know me well! Let's go, the fourth. It should be about noon today! "

Meng Shihan is a little numb now, the whole person wooden stand up body, follow Yang Song to leave.