Super Zoo

Su Ming quickly grabbed Nangong and hid aside, but he was extremely excited!

Su Ming's heart beat wildly every time those guys wearing masks, carrying big bags, and looking fiercely took a step closer to the gold shop.

At this moment, he is not the director of the zoo. He is possessed by Zhang Ziqiang, Lai Hao and Brother Haonan. He can even guess what will happen next!

Soon, a car will rush from the corner and crash into the gold shop. Then these people take out AKs from their bags and rush into the gold shop, shouting "Robbery, men stand on the left, women stand on the right." , the shemale stands in the middle"...

The waitresses were so frightened that they were trembling, and maybe some of them were calmer, so they secretly pressed the alarm button hidden under the counter...

The two uniformed police officers who were patrolling the street corner held down the revolver on their waist with one hand and their hat with the other hand. They bent over and rushed over at a trot. When the gangster with an AK saw the police coming, he fired a hail of bullets without hesitation. , the firepower was so overwhelming that the two plainclothes were unable to lift their heads.

"This is police officer PC2300987, calling the main station, there is a robbery on Hennessy Road, please support, please support!"

PTU Stormtroopers and Flying Tigers swarmed in from all directions, and then a fierce gun battle...

If this is really the case, Su Ming feels that this trip to Xiangjiang is really worth it!

Unfortunately, things often don’t turn out the way people hope.

Several "masked robbers" with "fierce eyes" stopped behind the iron fence at the gate of the gold shop. They took out several large banners from the big bag behind them and held them up. Overhead, through the iron fence, he shouted at the mainland tourists in the gold shop: "Parallel importers, go back!"

The uniformed patrol police showed up as scheduled, and two plainclothes men wearing glasses walked over from the street corner, but there was no trotting, no guns drawn, and no call for support from the Flying Tigers. The two patrolmen crossed their arms and stood helplessly between the gold shop and the 'masked robbers' to prevent the rebels from taking drastic actions.

The mainland tourists in the store looked outside for a moment and saw the police there, so they continued shopping. Many locals in Xiangjiang who passed by seemed to be accustomed to this phenomenon. Seeing these young people demonstrating, they Most shook their heads and walked around them.

"What the hell, the robber turned into a traitor?" Su Ming was so disappointed. Where is the big guy he promised? What about the promised gold shop robbery?

The more you mix, the more you go back!

Nangong also took these rebels too seriously, and the two of them visited several stores along Hennessy Avenue and bought some souvenirs. After coming out of Sogo Department Store, it was almost 4:30 in the afternoon. Nangong Yan touched her belly and said, "I'm a little hungry after shopping for so long!"

"I'm tired and hungry!" Su Ming said while carrying large and small bags. He looked around and suddenly pointed to the entrance of a small alley at the corner of the street. "Come on, I'll treat you to some noodles!"

An open-air stall was set up at the entrance of the alley, but no police came to drive it away. There was no signboard on the stall, but the simple dining tables around it were almost full of people, and it looked like the food should be good.

Nangong Zui held back: "Hey, when we come to Xiangjiang, we just eat ramen!"

"This is no ordinary ramen! Have you seen it, God of Cookery? This is the offal noodles that Zhou Xingxing eats for 20 to 35 yuan!"

Strictly speaking, the noodles sold at the noodle stall are rickshaw noodles. The offal noodles that Stephen Chow eats in the movie God of Cookery are an improved version of rickshaw noodles.

As Su Ming said this, he led Nangong Yan across the street and shouted to the fat boss who was fishing for noodles: "Two bowls of noodles, more pork rinds, more beef brisket, and two more curry fish eggs!"

"Take your pick, do you want to add more noodles and more soup? Beef brisket and pork rinds are free? Why don't you have three bowls? Go and sit aside and wait!" The fat boss in a sweatshirt didn't even raise his head and spoke quickly. He complained a few words very quickly, and then quickly scooped out the noodles and mixed them with condiments.

After sitting at an empty table for a few minutes, the fat boss brought a big tray over and put two bowls on the table, so that the soup spilled out. Then he put two plates of round curry fish balls on the table. On the table, turn around and leave.

Although the service attitude is very bad, the two bowls of noodles on the table are full. The beef brisket and pork skin on them are obviously much more than the normal portion. The two plates of curry fish balls are also full of ingredients, round and shiny, and they are poured a lot. The thick layer of broth makes people's fingers lick their fingers.

"Eat it, eat it. Curry fish balls are the mainstay of Xiangjiang snacks. It is said that Xiangjiang eats 10 million fish balls every day. I checked online and found that their fish balls and noodles are the most authentic and time-honored. !" Su Ming took a fish ball and bit it down. It was so elastic that it felt so good that it flew up.

Nangong turned his head and muttered at the background of the fat boss, and said dissatisfiedly: "Huh, what kind of attitude! I will complain to him!"

"A total of more than sixty yuan is enough to feed the two of us. Do we have to pay for it? Eat it, it tastes great!" Su Ming didn't care at all and took a fried piece from his bowl. Put the crispy pork skin into Nangong's bowl.

This is the characteristic of Xiangjiang food stalls. The owners of these stalls are ordinary people with low cultural quality and weird tempers. Some bosses are as friendly as your family, and some bosses pick their noses while sarcastic at you like enemies. But no matter what, they are definitely genuine. Unless it is too much, they try their best to meet the customer's requirements and ensure that the customer is satisfied. Eat well and eat well.

"Hey, pig skin is so disgusting..." Nangong picked up the pig skin with chopsticks, carefully put it in his mouth and took a small bite.

"How is it?" Su Ming asked with a blink of his eyes.

"Yeah!" Nangong's eyes lit up, and he nodded vigorously, swallowing the remaining half of the pig skin in one bite, and said incoherently: "Oh, so hot... Wow, it's really delicious. This is the first time I've eaten such chewy pig skin!"

In fact, cart noodles are just a cheap noodle dish in Hong Kong. In the past, it was the most common roadside stall for the lower and middle class residents in Hong Kong. Its status is similar to that of beef noodles in the mainland. Diners can choose side dishes and soup by themselves. Side dishes include beef brisket, pig blood, pig skin, radish, and beef brisket sauce, satay sauce or curry sauce. You can eat a full stomach for more than 20 yuan. There are both meat and vegetables, delicious and cheap.

But the same cart noodles can taste different in different hands.

In the God of Cookery, Karen Mok made cart noodles. The alkaline noodles were not rinsed with cold water. The fish balls had neither fish nor curry flavor. The radish was not picked out of too many tendons. The pig skin was overcooked and had no bite. The worst thing was that there was a pile of shit in the large intestine. It was a complete failure!

The cart noodles that Su Ming and his friends ate now were exactly the opposite. Before Su Ming came to Hong Kong, he specially looked up a lot of travel guides on the Internet and did a series of homework.

This small stall in the corner of Hennessy Road, the mysterious fat boss has been focusing on cart noodles for 25 years. He opens the stall every day regardless of rain or shine. He only makes cart noodles and curry fish balls. There are countless repeat customers. So much so that even the police on Hennessy Road were embarrassed to drive him away and tacitly allowed him to set up a stall here.

Doing the simplest things to the extreme is art.

"Try the curry fish balls... Wow, it really tastes different from what we usually eat..." While Su Ming was talking, he had already eaten all seven fish balls on the plate in front of him, and turned around and yelled to the boss: "Two more fish balls."

"You eat so fast, your uncle can't handle it! Wait a minute!" The fat boss also yelled without raising his head, waving his hands up and down in the grids with boiling water, steam rising, like a hermit.

Nangong's mouth was already full of a fish ball. She pouted her cheeks, wanting to bite but not daring to. She asked worriedly, "Will it explode?"

"It's not a peeing beef ball, why would it explode!"

After taking a bite, the delicious fish meat and the aroma of curry instantly spread in her mouth, fresh and smooth. Nangong's mouth could hardly stop eating. She opened her mouth and kept fanning it with her hands to cool the hot fish balls. With the other hand, she pulled Su Ming's sleeve and begged, "It's so delicious. What if I can't eat it in the future! Why don't you open a fish ball shop when you go back!"

This is a good idea. The fish from Shuijun Lake must taste great when made into fish balls!

The problem is where to find a chef as good as the fat boss?

The chefs with such good skills have strange tempers. Even if they offer high salaries, they may not be willing to come.

"Don't say bad things about uncle behind his back, uncle is old, but his ears are not deaf!"

The fat boss appeared behind him at some point, slammed two large plates of freshly made fish balls on the table, and then slammed two bottles of soy milk on the table.

"Well, since you know what's good, uncle will give you two free drinks."

"Thank you, uncle!" Nangong looked up and smiled.

...

Half an hour later, the two bowls of cart noodles and the soup were all drunk up, and the four plates of curry fish balls were swept away without a single one left.

Nangong was like a koala, holding Su Ming's arm with one hand, half of his body hanging on him, puffing his cheeks and saying depressedly: "I'm so bloated from eating! I'm going to die. I'm going to gain so much weight now. I can't be on camera when I go back!"

"Who told you to eat three plates of fish balls in one breath? It's too late to regret it now!"

"But it's really delicious. You said the fish balls are exactly the same, why do they taste so different in Yangchuan and here?"

"Of course, otherwise they would be called a time-honored brand."

"Anyway, I'm bloated, I need to digest the food, where are we going to play tonight?" Nangong sat on a bench by the roadside, took off his high heels and rubbed his feet.

"You are so tired, and you still want to play?" Su Ming pointed at the nearby Ruxin Seaview Hotel and asked slyly: "How about we go to the hotel to settle down earlier?"

"You wishful thinking, there are only two rooms in the hotel! Besides, it's only five o'clock in the afternoon, there's no point in settling down!"

Nangong put on his high heels again with great pride, jumped up, put his hands on his waist, pointed at the tall buildings in the distance, and said loudly: "I want to enjoy the nightlife in Hong Kong!"

Speaking of nightlife, there are two best places in Hong Kong.

The first choice is Lan Kwai Fong Bar Street on Queen's Road. There are all kinds of bars on an L-shaped road. Countless handsome men and beautiful women, stimulated by neon lights and alcohol, vent their vigorous energy and indulge in youth.

But it is obvious that you can go there with Su Meng and Wang Hao, but you can't go there with Nangong.

And Su Ming himself doesn't like drinking.

"Where to go then?" Nangong asked.

"Haven't you heard the saying, chasing stars in Seoul, betting on horses in Hong Kong. Since you're in Hong Kong, how can you not go to Happy Valley to bet on horses!"

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Damn, I actually forgot what I was going to say, asking for votes, subscriptions, or something else? ? ? ? Oh, it seems like Mother's Day is here, everyone should go home, go home, make phone calls! I wish all mothers in the world good health!