Chapter 1620 Huangji Fried Cake

But she didn't expect that this fried cake shop would be an hour away from the school.

She thought that the fried cake that Lin Yang brought her was bought at the shop next to the school.

No wonder there was a time when she wanted to eat it and bought it herself, but the taste was completely different.

"So far, you bought it yourself?" She actually knew the answer.

When Lin Yang was in high school, he never wanted to take a car driven by his family's driver. Would rather ride my bike home.

The driver followed behind him.

Later, Lin Yang lived on campus, but he had a day pass and could go out at any time.

It turned out that he was lying when he said that he would go out to exercise every morning.

He actually came here to bring her a delicious fried cake.

Lin Yang shook his head: "No, the driver bought it." He staggered her gaze and looked at the words "Huangji Fried Cake".

This sign should have been replaced.

It's already different from the signboard he's seen before!

Bai Zhi also turned her head away, hiding her red eyes.

He lied!

Then she will take him as the truth!

Dongfang Mu helped Lao Mu and Dongfang Wan'er get out of the car, looked up at the inconspicuous signboard, this place was different from the gorgeous one he had seen along the way.

"Fried cake? Is it the kind of golden and soft pastry that Zhi'er made?" Dongfang Mu asked.

Bai Zhi nodded: "Yes, that's it. Because I like to eat, I learned to do it myself."

Lin Yang's heart was astringent, he didn't know that Bai Zhi could make fried cakes.

Bai Zhi also seemed to have thought of this, and said hurriedly: "Although what I make is not as delicious as this one, it is also different. Come back to my house and eat fried cakes!"

Lin Yang felt a little better, and hummed.

At this time, it was ten minutes before five o'clock, and the closed store gate suddenly opened by itself.

A middle-aged man in his sixties walked out of it.

The old man was not surprised to see them, as if he was used to seeing people standing outside the store waiting for breakfast, he waved to them to sit inside without even looking at them.

Seeing them sitting at a table, the old man started to be surprised.

Most of the guests who come in every morning sit alone, or at most two people sit at a table.

Today, five people are sitting at a table, and they would rather be crowded than sit another table.

This proves they are together, family?

Such a situation is rare.

"What do you want to eat?" The old man withdrew his curiosity and asked casually.

Bai Zhi looked at the menu posted on the table and said: "Fried cake, crystal cake, soy milk, small fried dough sticks, corn crisp, five servings each."

The old man snorted and turned to prepare.

After a while, there was an aroma from the kitchen, an intoxicating aroma.

Mu Lao sighed: "It's here that I can get back a little bit of the feeling of 2018."

Bai Zhi comforted: "Actually, there are many such old towns, and the buildings and wind valley habits are the same as before, and they have not changed."

In every era, there are such stubborn people.

They cannot keep up with the rapid development of the times.

He didn't want to admit his own lag.

So they gathered together and lived the life they were familiar with, which had not changed and did not want to change.

Such a community has a certain scale, so if children who grow up in this kind of community continue to stay in this community, they will also become such people and pass it on from generation to generation.

And now, Mu Lao wants to live in such a community.

Living here, he won't appear too out of touch with society!