Wishing Restaurant didn't want to explode

Damn Monday!

As soon as he opened his eyes, such a sentence popped out in Hu Shun's mind.

He finished washing in the half-dream and half-awake state, changed his clothes and went out with heavy steps.

The sun has just risen, the coolness of the night has not yet dissipated, and the birds in the small woods by the roadside are chirping.

But Hu Shun didn't mean to appreciate it at all.

He was sent by the headquarters to work in Qingjiang City for three years. If there were no accidents, after these three years, he would be promoted and raise his salary.

He is a dedicated person, and he didn't have any complaints about the arrangement of working thousands of miles away from home.

But after living here for a period of time, I realized my innocence.

Over the past year or so, he has overcome the differences in living customs, language and geographical environment one after another, but there is only one thing that he cannot adapt to:

No morning tea!

There is no morning tea in Qingjiang City!

If it is said that blood flows in the body of a normal person, then morning tea is raging in the body of most Cantonese people!

What is the difference between a life without morning tea and salted fish!

He also searched for tea restaurants in this city and Linshi before, but he always left in good spirits and returned disappointed:

In order to better adapt to the local market, most of those restaurants have improved the taste...

There is a kind of aggrieved Chinese people eating Chinese food in Chinatown in the United States.

Food is the most important thing for the people, which shows that the Chinese people value three meals a day from the bottom of their hearts.

Hu Shun also bought frozen breakfast from the Internet, but the taste was greatly reduced after the second heating, and it always treated the symptoms but not the root cause.

go on like this...

"Um?!"

Hu Shun suddenly raised his head and stared fixedly at a street on the right.

Just now, in the wind blowing from there, there was a familiar smell of barbecued pork!

Sweet and salty, like a beautiful girl with a slightly plump figure, gentle and lingering, sweet but not too sweet.

When Hu Shun came back to his senses, he found himself standing in front of a restaurant.

The store is very clean and refreshing, bright and spacious, with the unique integrity of northern cities.

And the rich char siew incense came from here.

Hu Shun couldn't help but took another deep breath, and for a moment, he was almost moved to tears.

It's the taste!

The smell that haunts him!

Hu Shun, who was already almost desperate, rekindled a little flame called hope, and plucked up the courage to walk in, "Boss, your house..."

The sound stopped abruptly.

What did he see!

Authentic, three-petal pork buns!

Win, just this shape wins!

Ah, there is an attractive pink under the crystal skin, it is shrimp dumpling!

A little girl next to it was holding a piggy-shaped bun, and when it was gently broken, the tender yellow stuffing like melted sand flowed out of it.

Immediately, there is a rich milky aroma in the sweet char siu pork smell in the air.

It's custard buns!

Hu Shun took a deep breath and said to the young boss behind the counter: "One cage, please give me one cage for each kind."

on Monday?

Ah!

I can't stop me from having morning tea even if the Heavenly King Laozi is here!

The moment the breakfast was served, Hu Shun felt as if he was complete again.

A cage of four barbecued pork buns, the size of a child's fist, the snow-white plump dough gradually gathered upwards, and then split three petals at the top, revealing a little bit of reddish-brown barbecued pork filling inside.

The salty and sweet taste emanated faintly along with the heat, and drilled into Hu Shun's nose as if alive.

He collected himself, picked up one and opened it, revealing the delicate and moist meat inside.

The noodle skin with a little bit of soup is soft in the mouth, the char siu meat is fragrant but not thick, fat but not greasy, thin but not sticky...

The serving is authentic and good honey sauce char siew.

Hu Shun had imagined the scene of eating the local flavor again countless times before. He thought he would be ecstatic, but when this moment actually came, he was surprisingly calm.

He ate it mouthful after mouthful.

The sweetness of char siu, the springiness of shrimp dumplings, the richness of custard buns...

Finish off with a bowl of preserved egg and lean pork porridge.

In a trance, Hu Shun felt as if he had returned to the past, back to the scene where he had morning tea with his family countless times.

Like a boat drifting outside, suddenly looking at the lights of thousands of houses on a certain night, and peeping into the harbor where it once moored.

A certain fragment that had been away from him for more than a year slowly returned to its place...

Suddenly a little want to cry, but also a little wronged.

He is homesick.

He was not overwhelmed by so much heavy work before, but at this moment, it was just a simple morning tea, but it instantly aroused the homesickness that had accumulated for a long time.

When Liao Chu passed by him, he picked up three blue-gray fruits.

The taste of the fruit is very complex, sour with sweetness, sweet with salty, which is quite similar to Uncle Song's precipitation after going through vicissitudes, but it is also very different.

He made a pot of hot tea with one of the fruits, poured a cup and brought it over.

Hu Shun raised his head subconsciously, the corners of his slightly red eyes sparkling.

Liao Chu said, "This pot of tea is for you."

Hu Shun was taken aback, "What tea?"

"Nostalgia," Liao Chu said, "the name of tea is nostalgia."

After leaving the restaurant, Hu Shun's eyes were still a little red, but there was light in them again.

He walked a few steps, then stopped suddenly, and turned his head to look at this newly opened restaurant.

nostalgia...

What a good meal and pot of tea!

Hu Shun took a deep breath, and then let it out slowly, feeling his body full of energy again.

As he walked, he sent the photos he just took to his parents, "It's so delicious..."

"Wow," Chi Jiajia said in surprise, biting the custard bun, "That person was crying just now!"

"Did you cry?" Ji Peng said vaguely with his mouth full of pork buns, "Boss, what did he drink? I want to taste it too."

Yesterday's three kinds of meat and vegetables were very popular early, and in the morning alone, they scored 79 satisfaction points.

When the evening business ended, the satisfaction value hit another peak, reaching an unprecedented 150.

Remaining lifespan: 1 year, 5 months, 12 days and 10 hours.

Qingjiang City is a typical northern city. The taste is mainly salty and fragrant, and barbecued pork is rare.

However, regular customers have full confidence in Liao Chu. Hearing that there will be barbecued pork buns and other southern dishes the next day, they come to try something new.

Facing the longing eyes of the two, Liao Chu poured out two and a half cups very stingily.

"Wow, why don't you be so stingy..." Ji Peng beeped softly.

With one bite, his face suddenly wrinkled into a walnut.

So hard to drink!

It's really hard to drink!

Bitter, salty, sour, sweet...

Did that big brother cry just now?

No wonder the boss only gives half a glass.

Chi Jiajia's reaction was not so big, she pouted, as if she was a little touched, but also didn't seem to be.

Although she has entered the workplace and initially experienced the hardships of life, she is a native of Qingjiang City after all, and homesickness is nothing but a rumor to her.

"Yo, what kind of tea is this?"

The sunset red duo wandered in, and Uncle Song opened his mouth and said, "Young man, give me a drink too."

Uncle Li was a little embarrassed, "Is there any more soy milk?"

The test results came out, and it really does not contain sugar!

In order to make up for his offence, he also specially promoted a wave among the sunset red elderly group.

Just after finishing speaking, Liao Chu received 10 satisfaction points.

He nodded, "You can do it now."

The two old men went to sit down in their usual positions, and squinted their eyes to look at the small blackboard in unison.

This location is closest to the back kitchen and has the strongest aroma.

I haven't eaten yet, my saliva is about to flow down.

"Isn't there some barbecued pork buns? Oh, those shrimp dumplings and custard buns sound delicious, and I'll come with two baskets too. Lao Li wants soy milk, and I want a lean meat and preserved egg porridge."

Uncle Song made all the arrangements for himself and his old partner.

Guoguo was eating porridge, when she saw them coming, she yelled out grandpa.

The two old men were so happy that they could see their teeth but could not see their eyes, "This child is really nice!"

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"By the way," Uncle Song said to Liao Chu, "I contacted you for an erhu for children, and it will arrive in a few days."

Children's bodies are not fully developed, their hands are short, their feet are short, their fingers are short, and they can't use the regular erhu size at all, so if they learn from an early age, they usually have to change it every few years.

Liao Chu brought breakfast for them, as well as an extra plate of char siu pork, "Please don't worry about it. This is roasted char siu pork. It's good to eat with wine."

Pointing to the back kitchen again, "Pack a few extra ones, and take them with you when the two of you leave later. I'll be lazy and move around at night, and it's delicious to eat with a bowl of porridge."

Uncle Song laughed, "Bright!"

The char siew meat on the plate is different from the char siew stuffing used for making buns. It has a firmer texture and a more elastic texture. A piece of meat can be chewed slowly for a long time.

Wait until the fibers of the lean meat are crushed, and the fat of the fat meat is oozing out...

The more you chew, the more fragrant it is, and the aftertaste is endless.

Old man Li tasted every kind of tea, and then looked at the light blue tea soup...

Isn't the color right?

But before, I couldn't believe that other people's soy milk didn't add sugar, so I was slapped in the face when I turned around.

Although this little boss is not very old, he insists on his craftsmanship, why don't he try it?

He picked up the teacup, blew on it lightly, saw a layer of ripples on it, and then tentatively took a sip.

"Hey, Lao Li, do you still want this porridge... Lao Li?"

When Uncle Song looked up, he was surprised to find that the old man was in tears.

Which song is this!

"I lost my temper, I lost my temper!"

The old man who came back to his senses hastily wiped his face.

He has been away from home for more than 40 years, and he has almost forgotten what his hometown is like.

I don't know if the small noodle shop at the entrance of the alley is still open?

Is the proprietress of the hot pot restaurant in the west of the city still so violent?

On the way to school, there was an old woman who sold jelly, maybe she is gone now?

I am old, I am old too!