Rebirth: How a Loser Became a Prince Charming - Chapter 667

[Six hundred and sixty-four small green onions in the cabbage gang]

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It is easy to go uphill and difficult to go downhill. and slipped in the direction of the sea.

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, but only ten minutes of galloping, to the place where he once fought, the first beach where he and Cong Nianwei left footprints side by side.

At this time, the turbulent waves were rolling with white foam, and the endless sea was in front of you. The vicissitudes of many years were still its calmest original appearance.

That sand, that day, that sea, was right here, no difference.

At this time, Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei were running their noses, and in the eyes of the aunt who had just cleaned up the beach cleaning, they silently faced the sea

… .The

double collision of the cold air from Siberia and the marine winter monsoon has made this place a paradise for Xuewozi…

The second stop of youthful memories: the seaside, pretending to be b, failure.

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“Cong Nianwei…”

“Well, don’t ask, I’m cold…”

“Haha… let’s stop next?”

Cong Nianwei looked at her boyfriend with extremely surprised eyes, as if she knew him for the first time. , I didn’t expect him to be such a persistent person.

But looking at the wrapped face with only one pair of eyes exposed, her heart softened involuntarily.

This is his boyfriend, a rare romantic feeling that he wants to play. Although he has failed two locations in a row, aren’t there two more in his plan?

So, Cong Nianwei used the most gentle words in her life, and replied weakly: “Okay, let’s go to the next stop.”

Because that’s the safest stop to eat the street food I’ve ever missed the most.

Not to mention the fun and convenience of street stalls lies in the indescribable sense of satisfaction that, when you leave school, you can set up your car and have delicious food in your hands in just a few minutes.

It’s hard to feel that we are sitting in a decent restaurant now.

Two or three little friends, either chatting or fighting, when the girl they like passes by, they deliberately make a noise to attract the other party’s attention. Even a glance back can make the self-inflicted love reminisce for a long time.

Cheap prices and affordable portions are also the first choice for these sheep-herding children to fill their stomachs before their parents come back late.

Fortunately, City Y is small, it is only a ten-minute journey from the seaside to the Southwest River, and the small market that has not changed for many years is still standing firmly in place.

There are two best places on the street, one on the left and one on the right, which are the most popular fried braised buns and assorted skewers.

Sanyuan’s braised sub and Wumao’s meat skewers have not changed in this small town where prices have not yet begun to swell.

Arriving at the destination smoothly, Qin Guan took Cong Nianwei’s hand and couldn’t help but clenched tightly, standing in front of the old mother who had always had a kind face in her impression.

This is a shop that Qin Guan has frequented since elementary school. The dishes have been the same for decades. Now the people have not changed, the location has not changed, and even the most familiar taste has not changed in the slightest.

“Boss, 5 skewers of chicken, 5 skewers of mutton, two skewers of shiitake mushrooms, two skewers of potatoes, tofu skin, chili peppers, and two bowls of millet porridge…” A

series of menus were spoken very smoothly, and the kind man The old lady turned around and packed up.

‘Zila…’

The meat skewers that were placed in the pan with warm oil formed transparent bubbles in the golden liquid. The fragrance of a fried food wafted in this open-air shop built with a plastic canopy. Come on.

That’s right, the meat skewers in this restaurant are very special. Different from the fried vegetables, the chicken and pork are specially marinated by the proprietress, and then wrapped in a roux mixed with eggs and fried.

Because the marinated meat pieces are uniform in size, the sauce is delicious and fragrant, and even the paste hanging on the outer layer is the precise and thin operation of the proprietress for many years.

Then in a frying pan with a low fire to control the oil temperature, slowly simmer the meat inside, and then roll it three times in a high-heat oil pan with increased heat. To taste, sprinkle with salt and pepper powder specially prepared by the proprietress, and chili noodles.

Let the meat skewers here eat hot, crispy and crumbly when bitten, and the meat in the mouth is full of juice, with the essence of all fried foods, but abandoned the greasy taste of oil, its reputation It spread all over the surrounding schools.

Due to word of mouth among students, those little greedy cats who are far away in No. 3 Middle School can ride for dozens of minutes, and come over to have a bite during the holiday.

The proprietress knows the knowledge of business very well. After the gravy fried skewers were served, she poured out two small bowls of millet porridge from the large iron insulation bucket.

The millet in Y city is naturally not as famous as Qinzhou Huang in Shanxi, and Longshan millet in Shandong is famous, but this golden millet from its suburbs has a unique sweet fragrance in this city.

The boiled millet porridge, under the operation of the simple iron spoon in Cong Nianwei’s hand, when the spoon was lifted above the rim of the bowl, the millet hanging on it was thick and sticky…

Wait until those On the table of the charcoal-fired tin grill, when the fried vegetables are handed over to the plate.

Stir the vegetables in the porridge and rice with chopsticks, and it becomes a delicious dish with soup and water.

Qin Guan, who was sitting in the innermost position, handed a chopstick of stir-fried mixed mushrooms to Cong Nianwei’s bowl. He was about to show affection when the loudest noise came from outside the small shed.

“Grandma, take 10 pigs away!”

“Grandma, eat three meat and three vegetarian rice porridge here!” The

surrounding students are out of school.

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The green and white school uniforms are from the tenth middle school. The ones closest to here are the elementary school students who are young with apple-red cheeks, and the vocational middle school over there.

In another ten minutes in the evening, the No. 5 middle school who rushed over from Dapo, and the No. 1 middle school students who attended Qin Guan, would come one after another.

This quiet place in the middle of the hustle and bustle is no longer as peaceful and warm as before.

And Qin Guan’s raised hands also stopped on the spot.

The space is really limited, and on the small bench and the small round table, countless friends of various sizes sat in rows in an instant.

Among the students who are still young and show their individuality, Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei are just as dazzling as two old cabbage gangs thrown into a pile of small green onions.

As a result, everyone’s eyes turned to these two ‘adults’ curiously and invariably, watching them show their affection in the most rudimentary small shop on the street.

(To be continued.)