Do you think I look like a fairy?

Chapter 95 Fireworks

Qingyang City was still as lively as ever.

At night, there are even small gates beside the city gates for residents and hawkers who are outside to participate in the grass market to enter and exit.

It's so lively at night.

Not to mention it was daytime.

Pieces of green bricks and green tiles are laid on the ground like this, and there is nothing dirty on the ground.

Compared with the countryside, it is a world apart.

This made many young people who came to the city for the first time with burdens, their eyes were dazed, their mouths were wide open, and they were amazed again and again.

“Big cities are just different!”

The small moss flowers blooming on the small moss in the corner of the wall are fluttering in the wind.

One or two look inconspicuous.

But more of it makes you feel better.

There are people setting up stalls in the streets and alleys.

Those who sell umbrellas in broad daylight, the yellow oil-paper umbrellas are very well made.

But no matter how much the peddlers yelled, few people passed by. After all, umbrellas are precious things.

Ordinary people just put on a bamboo hat.

In the morning, someone had set up the stall early to welcome the guests.

There was a fire on a small stove in the street, and a small iron plate was placed on it, which seemed to be used to make sesame seed cakes.

hot.

The whole street is moved by its fragrance.

"How much is this biscuit?"

"Two pennies each."

"Come on, I want it hot~"

……

There is no shortage of exchanges like this.

Not just cake sellers.

There are even deep-fried dough sticks on the street, and the method is very unusual at first glance. A deep-fried dough stick is fried with just a light lift of both hands.

Fragrant and crispy.

Even those dock workers who got up early to work couldn't help sniffing their noses.

"Two fritters, wrap them up and take them away."

"Okay, sir, wait a moment!"

This oil is a good thing. After a day's work, there is no oil and water, and the body can't bear it.

Besides, if you eat one of these fritters yourself, and share one with your wife and children when you go home, wouldn't the whole family be happy?
Wonderful, wonderful!

In this way, one after another, the dock workers who had just unloaded the goods happily walked towards home with oiled paper.

It's breakfast time.

This one after another street can be described as a hundred schools of thought contending and thousands of flowers blooming.

Everything you've seen or haven't seen.

Those red candied haws almost make the mouth water.

Just then.

A Taoist priest wearing a Taoist robe, who looked young but had an extraordinary temperament, walked in with a candied haws.

As soon as he came in, Wei Yi sat down on the small table beside him very skillfully, and greeted the boss:

"The boss brought two deep-fried dough sticks and a bowl of tofu nao. Add more pickles and coriander to the tofu nao. Pindao loves this salty food."

Second Master Sun, who was busy, saw Wei Yi sitting here, without the slightest surprise in his eyes.

obviously.

Wei Yi has been eating breakfast in this small shop for a long time.

"Look at what you said, the little old man can't remember your taste, it's definitely a lot of expectations."

"I'll serve you two deep-fried dough sticks first, and here are some tea eggs cooked by my wife. Daoist, you should try it too."

Second Master Sun wiped his hands on the cloth in front of him, and walked over with two fried sticks in his hands.

There was even an egg.

Skillfully peeling off the eggs, Wei Yi praised Second Master Sun while eating:
"Pindao came to eat tea eggs today."

"Your wife's craftsmanship is really good. It's much better than the tea eggs in the so-called big restaurant outside."

"It's just that, whenever someone comes from outside, your old man will give an egg as a gift. Can this still make money?"

These eggs are not cheap, and it would cost a lot of money to give away an egg.

Just at this time.

The old customers who were eating and drinking at the tables nearby also laughed loudly:

"This old man Sun is benevolence and righteousness."

"We have eaten his tofu nao here many years ago, but the price has not changed now."

"Sometimes our old customers want to persuade him to raise the price. If he quits the job, what should we eat?"

Hearing this laughter, several people on the other side also peeled the eggs and said with a smile:

"As a result, the old grandson did raise the price later, but one of them gave another egg."

"It's the same as no price increase."

"I've been eating this for decades. If my ancestors can eat it for generations, then our old neighbors will be truly fulfilled~"

The diner who spoke was not young, and when he spoke, his words were full of vicissitudes.

Heard so many compliments on him.

Second Master Sun also smiled a little embarrassedly:
"How can you say it so well?"

"If you mention that price, you can't be rich and expensive. If our neighbors can eat it, that is the biggest and best reward."

"Besides, our small stall has made a lot of money. My son married a new wife last year."

"Hey hey hey... that's great!"

Second Master Sun didn't go to any school, so naturally he couldn't say anything too philosophical.

But one is really good, but it also reflects his sense of happiness. A family reunion is his greatest pursuit.

At this moment, Second Master Sun confessed to everyone:
"Everyone eat first, I'll go out first, little old man."

After finishing speaking, Second Master Sun wiped his hands, then walked into the kitchen, as if he was looking for something.

See his performance.

Wei Yi, who was eating deep-fried dough sticks on the other side, couldn't help but smiled at the familiar diners beside him and said:

"What do you think Second Master Sun can show today?"

Hear what Wei Yi said.

The diners on the nearby tables were also watching with smiles while eating fried dough sticks.

One of the older ones popped up at this time, and said with a very smart expression:
"I guess he must have helped those beggars again. This is an old tradition in his family."

"I……"

Just when he was about to continue talking, the diner on the other side, holding a small spoon and drinking tofu nao, rushed to say:

"I guess it must be Wowotou again today, and it's still made of fennel seedlings and noodles."

"Hey Hey……"

"As far as I know, Lao Suntou's family is used to helping beggars with old noodle steamed buns, with some wild vegetables mixed in. It's not tasty but very hungry."

"The last time it was from corncobs, it was a little hoarse. This time it must be from fennel seedlings. The taste is absolutely amazing!"

In the end, this diner seemed to have some unspeakable past.

heard here.

Several other people also laughed out loud:
"Ha ha ha ha……"

“It’s all old craft~”

Those of them have also tasted that steamed corn bread, and I have to say that the taste is really a bit weird.

really.

Looking inside, he saw that Second Master Sun in the kitchen had come out at this moment.

He was holding two shiny green steamed buns in his hand, looking neither yellow nor green, it was hard to tell if it was true.

(End of this chapter)