Chapter 134： mid night canteen

If it is a normal practitioner, it takes about 20 minutes to fly 800 kilometers with Royal Sword Flying. Although the distance is a little far away, it is also a teleportation distance for Wang Ling.

Wang Ling asked Wang Dad and Er Ha to cling to himself, and the two of them arrived at the restaurant's door instantly.

This is a somewhat old-fashioned restaurant with walls made of wood and masonry that have a crumbling danger in the wind. The plaque on the entrance of the restaurant was written with the words "late-night cafeteria". The corners of the plaque had been cracked a little. Makes this restaurant look more of a period than the old building left in the Xiao family courtyard ...

When he arrived at the restaurant door, Wang Ling suddenly remembered that he had passed here when he was in school. But because he was too fast, he didn't see much. But today, Wang Ling finally recognized a problem ... This is not a public toilet!

"Don't look at this shop that looks very broken. The more broken the shop is, the better the food ... isn't that the celebrity shop, the Chef Shop, this way?" However, Wang's father shrank his neck. Wang Ling always feels that these words are very low-spirited.

The store has no door, and a rag fading from the sun hangs on the door. Above the store, there is an old-fashioned iron shutter door. When closing the store every day, the curtain needs to be pulled down with a long handle hook near the door to lock it.

Two people and one dog pulled apart the rags to enter, and the shop was small enough to lay down four wooden tables with plastic stools stacked on the sides.

When Wang Ling came in, he found that the shop owner was leaning on the kitchen door and smoking a cigarette.

The boss kept his head open. He was about forty years old. His cheeks looked a little unhealthy and his eye sockets were deep. There is also a ten-centimeter-long scar on the right eye, which runs through the right eye along the forehead to the neck.

Obviously, this is a man with a story.

"Oh, it's quite early today." When the shop owner saw a customer coming, he quickly broke his cigarette with his hand, pointed to the handwritten menu hanging in the middle of the shop, and then folded his hands on his hips: Except for Laotan Sauerkraut Beef Noodles, you can order anything you want, as long as I can make ... "

Dad Wang: "Are there any rough noodles?"

The boss shook his head. "No rough surface."

Dad Wang: "The fish **** and noodles?"

The boss shook his head again: "No fish balls."

Dad Wang: "Nothing ... what shop do you have!"

The boss raised his eyebrows and said quite rightly: "It's not nothing, but you can't order it. I thought that Master had taught me cooking, and I was his most proud student."

Dad: "..."

Wang Ling: "..." If your master sees his most proud disciples in such a poor store, he will definitely choose a dog belt! ?

Dad really didn't know what to order, so he simply said in the recipe: "First, let's take two middle bowls of Lao Tan pickled beef noodles ..."

The boss said nothing and nodded. Turned around and went to the kitchen to prepare to go. Immediately after, Wang Ling saw the boss turned on the range hood, and the sound was as loud as a tractor ...

In about ten minutes, two bowls of Laotan Pickled Beef Noodles are ready. The boss held a bowl in one hand and put it in front of the Wang family. I also prepared a plate with a shaved beef bone on it, which is specially prepared for the second clam.

The second clam glanced at the bones of the cow with interest, then contentedly licked the flies resting on the bones of the cattle ...

boss:"……"

What made Wang Ling a little unexpected is that the appearance of these two bowls of noodles looks pretty good, but the noodle bowls are a bit old, but they are not dirty.

Dad took a sip of his face and raised his head in surprise-it tasted pretty good!

The only drawback is that this sauerkraut is not sour ...

Dad frowned. "Boss, you sauerkraut, doesn't it taste like pickled in the old altar? It's not sour at all."

The boss asked strangely, "Who told you this is the old pickled cabbage?"

Dad Wang pointed at the sign: "Don't recognize the character? Laotan pickled cabbage! ... tell you, I am also a cultural person! Please give me a reasonable explanation, otherwise it is deceiving consumers!"

The boss shrugged his lips: "In Siming Xiatan, people who know me call me Lao Tan. I made this sauerkraut beef noodle. So I named it Lao Tan sauerkraut beef noodle. Is this explanation reasonable?"

Wang Ling and Wang Dad: "..." This explanation made the father and son of the Wang family unable to refute!

It was almost eight o'clock in the evening, and the noodles of the Wang family had just half eaten, and there was a sudden noise at the door.

Wang Ling saw that this was a young man with a slanting bangs, and behind him a broken guitar, it looked like a rather wandering singer.

Because they can't afford to rent a house in the urban area, young people can only use a little bit of money earned in the urban area every day to live in a rented house in the suburbs.

These were all read by Wang Ling from the mind of the youth in a flash.

This is not Wang Ling deliberately reading, but a rather natural cognitive model. Some people always like to write their emotions on their faces. It is very easy to read the memory of such people. If it is some men with stories, such as old antiques, and also the shop owner who is now standing in the kitchen, if it is not Wang Ling who took the initiative to read, they will never know what their past is.

Obviously, this young man is already a regular customer in the shop. After seeing the young man, the boss of the altar nodded his head slightly, and asked with a slight magnetic voice: "Is it still the old rules?"

The young man nodded silently, carefully leaned the guitar against the corner of the wall, and found a place to sit.

Although the young man didn't speak, the eyes of the boss seemed to be able to see through his mind: "I know, you went to the draft today. Looks like it's going well?"

The youth sinks his head ...

The boss was comforting while preparing dinner for the youth in the kitchen: "Young people, there is still a chance. It's okay. You see, we have new guests here today. If not, you just put your songs in the music draft ~ www.novelhall. com ~ sing, let the big guys listen together? "

The young man suddenly stood up with excitement: "Really, is it okay?"

The father and son of the Wang family both put down their chopsticks and nodded seriously.

In a deserted restaurant, listening to the song of a downcast street singer, Wang Ling felt that this was probably a rare experience in his life. There is a wonderful feeling.

The young man bowed deeply to the shop owner and the Wang family, and then cleared his throat and began to sing.

"You agitate the situation ... take it away ... it's me ..."

"You broke up ... abandoned me ..."

Dad: "..."

Boss: "Little brother ... your silkworm potato bibimbap is ready, you have to eat first."

The penetrating singing voice and this familiar cooking thought made Wang Ling feel twice astonished: "..."