Volume 664 Cabbage Pang in Spring Onions

It is easy to go uphill and difficult to go downhill. That is used to describe Qin Guan who went up the mountain and had a good time. He didn't even pinch the gate all the way? 20?? Under Cong Nianwei's screams behind him, he slipped wantonly towards the seaside go.

In just ten minutes of galloping, he arrived at the place where he once fought, the first beach where he and Cong Nianwei left footprints side by side.

At this time, the white foam is rolling in the turbulent waves, and the endless sea is in front of you. After many years of vicissitudes, it is still the calmest original appearance.

That sand, that day, that sea, is here, exactly.

At this time, Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei had runny noses, and they silently faced the sea in the eyes of the aunt who had just cleaned up the beach and looked insane...

People are in spring and flowers are blooming, here is a biting cold wind...

The double collision of the cold air from Siberia and the oceanic winter monsoon makes this place a complete paradise for Xuewozi...

The second stop of youthful memories: the beach, pretending to be b, and failing.

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"Cong Nianwei..."

"Well, don't ask, I'm cold..."

"Hehe... Shall we stop next?"

Cong Nianwei looked at her boyfriend with extremely surprised eyes, as if meeting him for the first time, she never thought he was such a persistent person.

But looking at the wrapped face with only a pair of eyes exposed, her heart softened involuntarily.

This is my boyfriend, a rare romantic feeling that he wants to play. Although he has failed two places in a row, isn't there two more in his plan?

So, Cong Nianwei used the most gentle words in her life, and replied weakly: "Okay, let's go to the next stop."

Because that is the safest stop, eating the street food that I missed the most.

Not to mention that the fun and convenience of street stalls lie in the fact that when you leave school, you park your car, and you can have delicious food in your hands in just a few minutes. It is difficult for us now in the restaurant of the moment to feel it.

Two or three little friends, either chatting or fighting, deliberately make some noise when the girl they like passes by, to attract the other party's attention, even if it is a glance back, it can make the self who has just begun to fall in love remember for a long time.

The cheap price and affordable weight are also the first choice for these sheep-herding children to fill their stomachs before their parents come back late.

Thank you for the smallness of City Y. It's only a ten-minute journey from the beach to the Southwest River, and the small market that hasn't changed over the years is still standing firmly in place.

Jiebiankou occupies the two best positions, one on the left and one on the right, which are the most popular pan-fried stew and assorted skewers stalls.

The three-yuan stew and the five-cent meat skewer have not changed in this small town where prices have not yet begun to inflate.

Arriving at the destination smoothly, Qin Guan took Cong Nianwei's hand and couldn't help but tighten it, and stood in front of the old mother who always had a kind face in his impression.

This is the shop that Qin Guan has frequented since elementary school. The dishes have been the same for decades. The people and places have not changed, and even the most familiar taste has not changed in the slightest.

"Boss, 5 skewers of chicken, 5 skewers of mutton, two skewers of shiitake mushrooms, two skewers of potatoes, bean curds, peppers, and two bowls of millet porridge..."

A series of menus were spoken very smoothly, but the kind old lady turned around and packed up.

'Zi la...'

The meat skewers cooked in warm oil produced transparent bubbles in the golden yellow liquid, and the fragrance of fried food wafted in this small open-air shop built with plastic canopies.

That's right, the meat skewers in this shop are very special. Different from the iron plate fried vegetables, these chicken and pork are specially marinated by the proprietress, and then wrapped in flour mixed with eggs and fried.

Because the marinated meat pieces are uniform in size, the sauce is delicious and delicious, and even the paste hanging on the outer layer is precisely and lightly handled by the proprietress for many years.

Slowly cook the inside of the meat in a frying pan with a low heat to control the oil temperature, and then roll it three times in an oil pan with a high heat. Taste, sprinkle with salt and pepper powder specially prepared by the proprietress, chili powder.

Let the meat skewers here burn your mouth, bite them crispy and slag off, and the meat in your mouth will be juicy and full, with the essence of all fried foods, but abandon the greasy taste of big oil. It has spread throughout the surrounding schools, large and small.

Because of the word of mouth among the students, those little greedy cats who are far away in No. 3 Middle School can ride for tens of minutes, and come here to have a bite during the holidays.

The proprietress knows the business knowledge very well. After the fried skewers with gravy are served, she fills out two small bowls of millet porridge from the big iron insulation bucket.

The millet in City Y is naturally not as famous as the Qinzhou Huang in Shanxi and the Longshan Millet in Shandong, but this golden yellow millet from the suburbs of their hometown has the unique sweetness of this city.

The boiled millet porridge, under the operation of the simple tin spoon in Cong Nianwei's hand, when he lifted the spoon above the rim of the bowl, the millet hanging on it was thick and sticky...

When the fried and grilled vegetables on the charcoal-fired iron-skinned grilling cart were served on a plate, they were handed over.

Stir the vegetables in the porridge and rice with chopsticks, and it becomes a delicious meal with soup and water.

Qin Guan, who was sitting in the innermost side, handed a chopstick of stir-fried mixed mushrooms to Cong Nianwei's bowl, and was about to have a good time, when the loudest noise came from outside this small shed.

"Grandma, take away 10 skewers of pigs!"

"Grandma, three meat and three vegetables plus rice porridge, eat here!"

Students around, school is over.

The green and white school uniform is from the Tenth Middle School, the closest to here, the young ones with apple-red cheeks are the primary school students nearby, and the sleekly dressed ones are from the vocational middle school over there.

Waiting for more than ten minutes at night, the students from No. 5 Middle School and Qin Guan's No. 1 Middle School who rushed over from Dapo will arrive one after another.

This quiet place amidst the hustle and bustle is no longer as quiet and warm as it was before. And Qin Guan's raised hands also stopped on the spot.

The space is really limited, and there are countless friends of all sizes sitting in rows on the small benches and small round tables in an instant.

Among the students who are still young and show their individuality, Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei are as eye-catching as two old cabbages thrown into a pile of green onions.

Ever since, everyone's eyes turned to these two 'adults' curiously, watching them show their love in the most humble small shop on the street. (To be continued.)