Mr.Feng, your wife is practicing magic again - Chapter 494

The middle end and the low end are mixed together, complement each other and live together without estrangement, forming a unique food style that only belongs to this city.

Next door to a high-end restaurant with tens of thousands or tens of thousands of tables, there may be a fly restaurant without a facade. If you put one or two stools on the table, it will be a shop. Moreover, there are still a lot of diners. Even those who drive luxury cars such as bomalan bokini stop their cars on the street, and then sit on the side of the road, eating around such simple tables and stools, Eating meat and drinking wine with the general public, I don’t feel at ease and dislike at all.

It’s hard to see such a scene in other cities. After all, the standard configuration of luxury cars is luxury restaurants, high-end private dishes, and roadside stalls. It’s totally against their identity. If they stop to have a look more, they may feel that they have stained their eyes. So the simple place is where they can leave their feet. I’m afraid it will stain their shoes.

However, here, luxury cars with roadside stalls are not standard, but they are really common. No one can see more if you drive tens of millions of cars and come down to the roadside to eat a bunch of spicy hot food for a few cents. At the top, you can see more cars.

Here, we only adhere to the saying that as long as it’s delicious, as long as it tastes good, no matter whether it’s a high-end restaurant or a roadside stall, it’s a word, eat.

If anyone who lives in this city or comes to this city says that he has never eaten roadside stalls, it’s a bad comment.

Who doesn’t know what’s really delicious in this place? What has been around for decades and hundreds of years are some stalls called fly restaurants, lurking on the roadside of alleys.

Yunmo has done some research on food. Even if she has never been to the most famous food city in China, she has at least heard of it. Even if she has not heard of it, Daju can also mumble a flower in her ear. Maybe Daju thinks that this place is a food city, and the mice are more delicious than other places.

As a result, yunmo knows three of them well, and drags Feng Tianxun out of the competition hall and pounces on the fly restaurant which has long been promising.

A small shop looks very old and shabby. There is no air conditioner in it, only a few fans. There are only five or six tables for four people in it. It looks small. It’s still small.

However, it’s not dinner time at this time. It’s already full of people. Five or six tables in the shop are already full of people. Even outside the shop, there are more than ten or twenty small tables along the street, all of which are full of people. They are not happy eating one by one.

The spicy flavor is full of Zanthoxylum green hemp, flying with the wind, so that people just need to smell a mouthful of saliva straight pan.

“Wow, it’s hot, but it’s really delicious.” Sitting on a small stool near the street, yunmo took a sip of spicy and delicious bowl chicken, and continued to eat it without hesitation.

Bowl chicken sounds like something in a basin or other container. In fact, it’s loaded in a big bowl or basin outside, but the chicken inside is a piece of delicious food which is put on a small bamboo stick and soaked in spicy soup.

Bo Bo chicken sounds like a chicken, but it can be soaked in anything. Chicken, chicken skin, chicken gizzard, chicken feet, chicken wings, chicken heart, chicken neck, and so on are the main products of chicken, but duck intestines, quail eggs, kelp potatoes, Flammulina velutipes, all kinds of things can be cooked as long as they can be soaked.

The taste is mainly red soup and white soup, but in a word, as long as you want to eat what taste can make what taste, is so good.

Feng Tianxun sits opposite yunmo, looking at a string of chicken gizzards in yunmo’s left hand and a string of potatoes in his right hand. His forehead is sweating, and his cheeks are red. He can’t help frowning. He reaches out and wipes the sweat on yunmo’s forehead: “if it’s too spicy, don’t eat it.”

“No Cloud ink refused without hesitation.

This kind of taste, which is numb and spicy at the beginning, almost makes the tongue out of order, is really strong. People who are not used to this kind of taste almost have to give up. But as long as the taste comes back, that kind of taste attracts you to try a second and a third.

When you eat these mouthfuls, you want to continue to eat, and then you can’t stop eating. The hotter you are, the more you want to eat. It’s a devil.

“What are you looking at me for? Eat it. It’s delicious.” Cloud Mo looks up to see feng Tianxun and sits watching her eat. He reaches out his hand and grabs a string of chicken feet to put them on Feng Tianxun’s mouth.

Feng Tianxun

Eyes complex looking at cloud ink handed over chicken feet, Feng Tianxun look a little collapse.

Sitting on the side of the road to eat has refreshed his offline. He has never eaten on the side of the street, especially when sitting on a small stool around a 30cm or 40cm table, it’s like squatting on the ground to eat.

Although Feng Tianxun is not the kind of person who has to be careful to eat, it is almost like squatting on the street and eating chicken feet. What’s more, he feels that this place is a bit dirty and messy. Food hygiene can’t be guaranteed. Almost all the dust in the air is coming. Eating here, he is still a little

“Eat, eat, eat, pay attention to what.” Cloud ink is to see the tangle of Feng Tianxun, directly put the claw into his mouth.

Normally arrogant and shrewd eyes were full of ridicule: “I can eat, can’t you? What’s wrong with the street stalls? They don’t deserve your status as the general manager? ”

Feng Tianxun

Taciturn hand from cloud ink hand took the bamboo stick, GA Bang GA Bang began to gnaw chicken feet.

Yunmo is right. Listen.

Listen if you don’t want to.

Yunmo looks at Feng Tianxun’s expressionless face and starts to gnaw at the chicken feet. He doesn’t know the essence of gnawing at the chicken feet. The key point of gnawing at the chicken feet is to gnaw at a word.

The corner of his mouth can’t help but show a funny smile. If he can eat the delicious food out of the machine, he will be alone.

“Stupid. Forget it. You eat this.” Yunmo pushes Feng Tianxun a bowl of ice powder.

Don’t eat pull down, she eat a few more strings, dislike dirty and messy bad, right, don’t give you to eat.

Feng Tianxun breathes a sigh of relief. He can barely accept eating on the street, but he’s a little bit… He’s never eaten like this before.

Hand over a bowl of things called brown sugar ice powder, transparent paste object, covered with peanuts, sesame, watermelon, mash, raisins, hawthorn, Ciba, cold shrimp and other things, it looks like a very appetizing dessert.