After I moved , I was going to eat all the small restaurants around me. I wasn't greedy, but I was looking at the situation. In the words of the leader, I called it "knowing" and reducing the blindness of eating.
Yesterday, I ate the third restaurant in Houlou from the east, and the restaurant didn't even have a name.
Ask: "Why don't you have a name?"
The owner of the restaurant said, "I don't even bother to open a small restaurant, what's the name?" People in Shenyang call all places to eat, no matter how big or small, as restaurants.
"Then you have to have a name too."
"Aren't you coming in without a name?"
This is the conversation between me and the boss. He speaks like a slapstick, no. This is the way we talk, straight and kind.
An old man came across the table and took out a plastic bag of steamed buns from inside his padded jacket. There were seven or eight steamed buns, and there were water droplets hanging from the inside of the plastic belt. The old man asked for a glass of white wine, poured some salted noodles into a small plate, dipped it in steamed bread, and sipped the wine. Novelty! I am reminded of the Russians dipping tomatoes in salt noodles, like a humorous show, but they are serious. The old man squinted and looked into the distance, the wrinkles were so deep that the bottom could not be seen. If this face is opened, it will be a foot more skin than others. After eating a steamed bun, he changed the soy sauce and dipped it in the steamed bun. Change the vinegar and pepper in turn. The same is the same, do not confuse, eat four or five steamed buns, eyes are still far away. When these ingredients were used up on the table, the old man broke the steamed buns and dipped them in white wine. I am also a drinker, red, yellow and white wine, I have drunk countless, but this time it opened my eyes. Although the wine is delicious, it is still uncomfortable when it crosses the throat. The old man sucked the wine into the steamed bun and chewed it in his mouth. This was amazing. I couldn't help chewing along, and after self-awareness, I stopped. After a while, the old man blushed, and the wrinkles opened a lot. He said to me, "In Jilin, people call snakes hydrangea."
I never heard of snakes being called hydrangea, but I didn't dare to ask. This old man looks so arrogant.
A few minutes later, he ate two more steamed buns and said, "The snake bit his thumb and rushed to Shenyang day and night, just less than 24 hours.
" Do you want a bowl of haggis soup?"
The old man looked at me up and down, "Going into the water? Is that what people eat?" I was eating this stuff and suddenly felt inferior. Looking around at others, there are several haggis, on the same level as me.
The old man ran out of steamed buns and wine, got up and left. It's snowing outside, and I think I've met an old hero.
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