Immortal Emperor: Reborn in the Mixed City

This place looks really remote, it can be said that it is far from the front street. Is it really that the smell of wine is not afraid of the deep alley.

But Su Yan and others did not guess too much, as Qiao Mai walked to the door of this bun shop.

The bun shop is still very deserted and there are no customers. It may be because the time is too early. The place is backward and people's life is slow. Maybe they don't get up early.

Qiao Mai walked into the store naturally. There was a stove in front of the store, with a steamer on it, steaming constantly, and from time to time there was the unique meat aroma of steamed buns.

"Fang Wang, give us a few drawers of buns."

Qiao Mai yelled, randomly found a table and sat down.

Although the store is remote and backward, the environment in the house is good, the tables are also very clean, and the bun shops you usually see are quite different.

"Oh, this fat man made this table so clean."

Qiao Mai was a little surprised. I used to eat breakfast here when I was a kid. After eating for many years, the table was not so clean.

However, this made Qiao Mai proud. Who said that this place is messy and messy. Now that people have made it clean, at least it will not make Su Yan dislike it.

Everyone sat down and waited for breakfast, but no one came out of the room.

Qiao Mai could not help standing up and shouting at the inside door: "Fatty Wang, you won't be a deaf king anymore."

In the voice of Qiao Mai, the sound of pots and pans falling from the inside door was unusually clear and loud.

"Don't worry, don't worry, you broke the bowl, your handsome wife will kill you."

At this moment, a thin and weak old man walked in from Limen, who looked like he was in his seventies or eighties. Naturally, he could not be Fatty Wang.

"Yo, Uncle Wang, I didn't expect you to come out."

Qiao Mai had a cordial look. This is Fatty Wang's father. Although he has different surnames, he and Fatty Wang are the same here, otherwise he wouldn't be a Fatty Wang.

The old man walked over tremblingly, looking at his legs and feet a little inconvenient, but his eyes were extremely bright and energetic.

"Fatty has something, I'll help you fill the buns."

"Uncle Wang, don't bother you, we will do it ourselves."

Qiao Mai hurriedly walked to the door, took a few drawers of buns, and put them on the table, steaming hot.

Yuwen Xiongba also stood up and scooped rice porridge with Qiao Mai, each with a bowl, which looked good.

"This is the best soy milk porridge."

Qiao Mai said with a smile, he hasn't eaten it for more than ten years, and he always talked about it before, and the taste of his own cooking is not like this.

"Soy milk porridge?"

Jiang Chao and the others don't understand, this soy milk can be mixed with rice porridge, what kind of taste does it have.

"Just use good beans, grind them with a stone, then mix them with rice, cook them, add some vegetable leaves, and add some salt. This is soy milk porridge."

"That's it."

Everyone started to try it, and it tasted good, but it didn't have a flavor.

The stone-ground soybean milk is very delicate. The soybeans here are all natural green. The rice is naturally the best rice in the local area. The reason why this bun shop is long lasting is that it uses good things and will not be adulterated.

Food, of course, is health and taste first, so that it can be passed on forever, and people will continue to taste and consume.

One by one, use chopsticks to insert a bun, and then start to taste its deliciousness.

There are two types of steamed buns here, one is the juice that spews out when you bite it, which is oily but not greasy, and the other is vegetable steamed buns, which contain a lot of vegetables, which gives you a great flavor.

Everyone was eating steamed buns and drinking porridge, and the old man walked over tremblingly now, holding a plate of salted Luopu in his hand.

Xian Luobu, this is very common, almost can be seen in steamed buns, it is an excellent delicacy with porridge.

With a little bit of oily pepper and a little bit of MSG, the best salted robu can make a big bowl of porridge with just a few.

Xianluobu has the function of promoting appetite, and it is good to eat a little from time to time.

"This Xian Luobu is my favorite!"

Qiao Mai lifted up his sleeves and looked excited, his eyes full of contentment.

When he was a child, Qiao Mai’s favorite was this salted Luobu. When I had to serve a few steamed buns in the morning, Wang Dafang would give him a spoonful of salted Luobu, and when Qiao Mai ate the steamed buns, salted Luobu was taken to school for the afternoon. The meal.

This is the memory of childhood, some things are disappearing, and some people are getting old, the only constant is the continuation of life.

"Uncle Wang, what the **** is Big Fatty doing? Why doesn't he come out all the time, so he won't be tired of his wife not getting out of bed."

The old man smiled slightly and said, "No, I've been an old couple for more than ten years. What can I get tired of? He is kneading dough in the background and he is busy."

Qiao Mai didn't continue to ask, and finished the steamed buns with everyone. He was satisfied, and he did not forget to pat his stomach.

Qiao Mai took out a banknote from his bag and handed it to the old man.

"Uncle Wang, don't look for it anymore."

The old man didn't mean to look for money, so he put the money in his pocket directly, and Qiao Mai didn't care.

"You look very strange, but you are familiar with this place in your language."

Qiao Mai smiled and said, "Uncle Wang, you definitely don't remember me. I haven't been back here for ten years."

"No wonder."

The old man turned around, but he turned around in an instant. This speed is very fast and quite vigorous.

"What are you talking about, you haven't been back here in ten years?!"

"Yes, I moved away with the adults when I was a teenager, and only this time came back to worship the ancestor."

"Really, it's no wonder that I don't know each other."

There was an unnatural expression on the old man's face, and Su Yan keenly saw all this.

But Su Yan didn't speak either, and what a little unnatural expression could explain.

"My name is Qiao Mai, from the Qiao family."

"It's alright that I haven't come back for ten years, alright."

The old man couldn't help but said, he didn't pay attention to Qiao Mai's words at all, just kept holding on for ten years.

It seems that he has special feelings for ten years, as if what happened during ten years, in short, people are a little bit incomprehensible.

Not only that, the old man walked towards Qiao Mai, his eyes all smiled round, and looked at him tightly, making Qiao Mai look embarrassed.

Qiao Mai didn't think much about it, but thought that the old man recognized him and felt kind, but this made him a little excited, and his inner weakness was a little broken.

The old man's hand rested on Qiao Mai's shoulder, and he gently stroked it, as if he was stroking a precious jade, he couldn't put it down.

Qiao Mai looked at the old man in embarrassment, it doesn't need to be this way, too enthusiastic.

No, I feel a little pain in my shoulder. The old man's strength is a little bit strong. The strength of Qi Lao Ba Shi is similar to that of the previous Uncle Wang.

Qiao Mai moved his shoulders, and the old man let go of his hand, still looking at Qiao Mai with a smile, which made Qiao Mai very embarrassed.