I won't wait for you

On Friday morning, Qin Ning put Dadao on new rabbit fur snow boots, and the little guy walked back and forth several times excitedly in the living room on the warm and comfortable shoes.Not long after, I received a call from Wang Xiaofei, and he and Wei Dong had already driven the car to the garage.When they got down to the garage, Wang Xiaofei and Wei Dong had already consciously got into the back row, Qin Ning got into the driver's seat, and Yang Wenyu got into the passenger seat with the knife in his arms, with a tacit understanding.

Qin Ning drove to a little-known chicken shredded noodle restaurant hidden in a deep alley, and skillfully ordered five bowls of chicken shredded noodles, two mutton cages and two fatty intestines.Although it was an inconspicuous small shop, the business was extremely hot. Qin Ning and the others waited for several minutes, and sat down at one of the tables on the side of the road after one table had finished eating.

Wang Xiaofei sighed: "I didn't find this store in the guide, but there are so many people!"

Qin Ning said: "The top [-] on the Internet are actually a lot of hype. I used to go to eat in the family when I was free. The truth is mixed. It may also be due to personal taste. I will guide you I eat what I think is good, not necessarily those online celebrity shops."

Wang Xiaofei gave a clear oh, and turned his head to see steam rising from a few towering steamers on the stove. He had seen the steamer before, but it was the first time he had seen each one that was only the size of a fist. He asked curiously: " What was that steamed?"

"Mutton, pork, and fatty sausage." Qin Ning explained unhurriedly, "Our place is called Longlong, but it's actually the Q version of all kinds of meat steamed with rice flour. I usually eat pork ribs steamed with rice flour when I eat Chinese food." Well, it’s actually a principle, but this portion is smaller than that, eat it immediately after steaming, the water is sufficient, and the meat is soft and glutinous.”

While talking, the steaming breakfast was served on the table, causing several people to move their index fingers.

"This shredded chicken is so delicious, it's not bad at all." Wei Dong praised.

"Really." Qin Ning replied, while mixing the noodles with Dao Dao, put half of it into Yang Wenyu's noodle bowl, and said casually, "Hey, you eat a lot." The habit and nature of getting along day and night.

The other two blatantly exchanged glances, and Yang Wenyu kicked them from under the table, implying that they should not reveal their secrets, so they continued to savor the food seriously.

"Try this, these two are from mutton, and these two are from fat intestines." Qin Ning pointed to the beautifully colored cages on the table. The delicious steamed meat was sprinkled with a layer of red chili noodles, yellowish brown Pepper noodles, topped with a layer of crispy shallots, introduced, "I won't talk about mutton. In fact, the locals prefer fat sausages. Foreigners eat less fat sausages, and most of them think it is dirty. In fact, it is not the case. We The method here is to clean up all the filth and fat inside, leaving only this thin layer of intestinal wall, steamed with steamed meat powder, it melts in the mouth, glutinous but not greasy."

Wei Dongdao: "Ningzi, you have the potential to be a food critic!"

"No, I just eat it myself," Qin Ning said.

Yang Wenyu suddenly said: "Have I been to City C before? Did you take me to eat this too?"

Qin Ning pursed his lips unnaturally, and denied, "No."

"I haven't been here, or have you not brought me to eat?" Yang Wenyu asked with great interest.

Qin Ning's eyes flickered, and he lowered his head to poke the noodles in the bowl: "I haven't been here, and of course I haven't brought them."

Wang Xiaofei didn't expose him, and asked with a look of sudden realization: "By the way, I remembered that you said before that you have a shop here that eats meat dumplings. The soup base of bone soup is very delicious. You used to be very special. After publicizing it, I was very impressed, why didn't you take us to eat that?"

Qin Ning secretly glared at Wang Xiaofei, implying that you should not leave any pot unopened, and forced himself to say without changing his face, "I haven't eaten there for a long time, and I don't know where I moved to."

"I know, I know!" Dao Dao said proudly with a greasy mouth, "Dad, I remember where that store is!"

"Then Dao Dao will take us to eat meat glutinous rice balls tomorrow morning, okay?" Yang Wenyu said, holding several pieces of mutton and fat intestines for Dao Dao.

"Okay! I also really, really like meat glutinous rice balls!" Dao Dao said happily, not forgetting to thank Uncle Yang.

Qin Ning's originally dull face twitched.Son, you like to fight against your father recently, it seems that it's time to strengthen your education.

After breakfast, Qin Ning took a few people to Baiyan Street.

Baiyan Street is a famous folk cultural pedestrian street in City C. It was first built in the Song Dynasty and has preserved the ethnic and regional characteristics well. Tens of thousands of tourists come here every day.

Qin Ning finally found a parking space and parked the car. When Wang Xiaofei heard that the old man guarding the parking lot said that the parking fee was 25 yuan an hour, he couldn't help being shocked. After entering Baiyan Street, several people were quickly lost at a glance. Wang Xiaofei finally understood why parking here was so expensive.

A few people followed the crowd and walked along the Qingshiban road little by little. The two sides of the four-to-five-meter-wide road were lined up with various shops, including those selling ocarinas, ethnic costumes, and beads. Yes, there are more snacks of all kinds, which dazzle tourists.

Qin Ning said: "Actually, this place is similar to the ancient towns all over the country, but the products they sell have their own local characteristics. Of course, the ancient towns everywhere are also somewhat foreign. Look over there. , and there are Indian flying pancakes.”

Several people looked in the direction of Qin Ning's finger, and saw two dark-skinned Indian strong men performing the unique skill of throwing flying cakes in front of a narrow shop door, but the most attractive thing was their authentic City C dialect.

Even though he had just had breakfast, Wang Xiaofei couldn't help but buy something new and taste it when he passed by the snack bar. Ning sneered, and said, "I told you not to buy it, you won't be able to eat any delicious food if you have no stomach later."

Wang Xiaofei glanced at Wei Dong aggrievedly, and Wei Dong rubbed his head, "It's okay, digest while walking, now listen to Ning Zi."

After walking forward for a while, Qin Ning was tired from crying out loud, so Qin Ning picked up his son and led them to a teahouse on stilts by the river.After finding a place to sit down, Dao Dao said that he wanted to eat sweet tofu nao from a shop that passed by just now. Qin Ning had to tell Yang Wenyu the place and asked him to help him buy it. Then he ordered the teahouse's signature big bowl of tea, and saw that his son was sweating , took out a towel and stuffed it into the clothes on his back.

Yang Wenyu searched for the location according to Qin Ning. When he returned from shopping, he passed by an art shop. He glanced at it casually, but it was this one that made him stop.

What made him stop was an oil painting of mountain scenery. The gray and white stone steps zigzag from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain in the verdant forest. The soft sunlight shines through the white clouds and pours gently into the forest. There is a quaint pavilion on the top of the mountain and the top of the mountain. If you look carefully, there are two people standing in the pavilion on the mountainside, but you can't see it clearly.

It was just an ordinary oil painting. Yang Wenyu didn't know what place was painted in the painting, but for some reason he had the absurd feeling that he had been there before.

Seeing someone looking at her paintings, the proprietress stepped forward and said, "Sir, if you like it, you can take it home."

"Where is the painting on it?"

The proprietress glanced at the oil painting that Yang Wenyu was staring at, thinking that most tourists would directly decide whether to buy or not when they asked the price, but few people cared about the painting itself, and she enthusiastically said: "At first glance, you are a foreigner. The Wanbu Staircase is a good place to climb high and look far away, if you are interested, you can go and have a look!"

"Wanbuti..." Yang Wenyu chewed on these three words thoughtfully, feeling as if he had never heard them before.