"Give me a bowl of mutton noodles."

"Okay~!"

Hearing Fang Chang's request, the stall owner responded happily, and his hands were even more nimble. He kneaded the dough and threw it into the big pot where the water was blooming. The sunset reflected red his hands and the flying dough red.

The stall owner said while doing it:

"You are so lucky, you will be out of mutton noodles later."

Fang Chang was idle too. He picked the gourd and took a sip of wine, and asked the stall owner, "How many years have you been setting up a stall here?"

"It's been more than 30 years." The stall owner fell into memories, but he kept in his hands. "This stall was actually built by my father. At that time, I followed him and kept helping."

"A few years later, my father passed away, and I took over this stall by myself, making noodles for the guests who come and go every day. Alas, time flies so fast. In a blink of an eye, I have reached my father's age and my children have grown up."

Hearing the stall owner sighed, Fang Chang smiled and said, "It turns out that it's decades of old craftsmanship, no wonder the business is booming."

"That's not. I have many repeat customers here, and some of them have been here for ten years. Many people who often walk this official road always buy bowls of noodles from me every time they pass by the town."

"My side is soft, tender, smooth, fragrant, and extremely smooth when eaten, warm and full, and is most suitable for those who are tired all day."

After looking at the noodles eaters around me, the fruits were all dusty, and they were eating one by one. The speed was fast and the sound was loud, and each face was filled with satisfaction.

The stall owner looked at the thin noodles rolling in the pot and continued to smile:

"However, you are lucky just now, and it's not a silence. I sell mutton noodles very well, but I never dare to do it too much. I can't stand the storm in a small business."

"The meat is expensive. If you make too much, there will be less tourists on one day, and the taste will change the next day. So, if you come later, the mutton noodles will be gone. However, the tofu noodles with sesame sauce noodles are as much as you want."

While speaking, the stall owner picked up the noodles with a large hedge, poured them smoothly into a large porcelain bowl, and then took out a few large pieces of juice from the next bucket, drizzled them with fat and thin mutton, covered them with chopped green onion and dripping two drops of sesame oil, and poured them with a spoonful of noodles soup.

Then, he shouted like a waiter:

"Your side is here!"

"Thank you."

Fang Chang took the noodles and heard the stall owner continue: "There are seasonings and side dishes on the table, you can add them according to your taste."

There are soy sauce, vinegar, garlic, leek, flower, salt, pepper, coriander on the table, which is placed in a pottery bottle and a small wooden box for diners to use at will.

The square celery didn't add anything, so I pulled out two bamboo chopsticks from the bamboo tube and started to taste it directly.

"It's really delicious!" He took a few bites, and the noodles were as soft, tender, fresh and smooth as the stall owner said. After entering his mouth, it couldn't help but enter his throat. The aftertaste was endless, and the mutton was very braised and the taste was very strong.

When the stall owner heard the customers praise their works, he was a little proud:

"Everyone who eats my noodles will say this. In the past few decades, I have improved the noodles more than a dozen times. Maybe in a few years, I will make the noodles better."

"Everyone in Huqiao Town, from old to young people, knows that I, Lao Xu, have good skills in making noodles, and my reputation is no worse than Fuhu Cake."

Fang Chang ate the noodles and smiled: "When it comes to Huqiao Town, are the shopkeepers clear about what happened to Mr. Pang's strange things?"

"Give me a bowl of mutton noodles." A customer came over and said to the stall owner, then turned around and sat down at the table in Fangchang.

"Okay~!"

The stall owner quickly responded and continued to be busy on the dough.

While pulling the noodles, he turned his head to Fang Chang, who was sitting at the table eating noodles, and said, "I don't dare to call him the shopkeeper. I don't have a counter, only an old noodle stall - everyone knows the strange things about Pang Manwai's family, but I dare not say much. It will be a disaster when I hear it. My whole family will continue to live in Huqiao Town."

"Well, that's right."

Hearing this, Fang Chang continued to eat noodles. This noodles were very good. In just a short while, he had already eaten half a bowl.

The new customer next to him was waiting for his mutton noodles. He heard Fang Chang's words just now and looked at Fang Chang.

Seeing that even if this man was wearing shabby clothes and sitting on a street stall and sucking noodles, he could not hide his extraordinary temperament. He felt good about it, bowed his hand and asked:

"This friend invited me, I don't know where the surname of the Lord came from?"

Fang Chang looked up at the other party. It was a dusty pedestrian, just like most diners at this noodle stall.

A shoulder pole leaned against the table. His years of hard work left his hands with thick calluses. The cold weather was exposed every day, which made the other person's face begin to appear wrinkles, and a few grays were mixed between his beard.

After swallowing the noodles in his mouth, he responded: "I will not be able to avoid the fact that my surname is just a scattered person."

The person opposite also introduced himself: "In Huaifeng Mansion Xie Guang'an, known as Huaifeng Lao Xie, I have heard of the strange things about Pang Yuanwai's family, but I don't know what Mr. Fang asked about this matter, what was done?"

"Just just curious."

Nodded, Xie Guang'an smiled and said, "That's good. Don't explore this matter much. In my opinion, it's just a retribution from Mr. Pang."

"Aresponsible?" Fang Chang picked up the noodles and was a little surprised.

"Well, I'm not a local, and I don't have to be as afraid of Pang Yuanwai's family forces as people in Huqiao Town. I heard from my friend that Pang Yuanwai has always acted arrogantly and has been cruel in his family recently."

Hearing Xie Guang'an's words, Fang Chang stopped the bamboo chopsticks in his hand: "Did you harm the whole family? Why?"

"It is said that this family has two very good fields. Pang Yuanwai wanted to buy them, but the family refused to sell them for their lives. Then somehow, the head of the family was captured by the town's servants, and the family dispersed. The two good fields naturally fell into Pang Yuanwai's hands."

"Does the government care? This family didn't sue?"

"Behind the officer, I heard that he was an official in the county government office. It was a smooth journey to Huaifeng Mansion Long'an Mansion in Huqiao Town, but it was inconvenient to go to Ninghe Mansion in which he was in charge of this place."

"And so what if I got there? It's not the official to come to receive it. This is not the first time this happened. Some people were stabbed and disabled before, but they were not alone in the end. Alas..."

A very cliché story, but for the parties involved, they are not stingy with a catastrophe.

Xie Guang'an stirred the noodles in the bowl and continued:

"But almost at the same time, strange things happened frequently in Pang Man Wai's house. Sometimes the items at home disappeared and appeared in strange places. Sometimes the servants at home were suddenly knocked down and appeared in the ditch on the roof."
Chapter completed!