Early autumn 2019, Jinling

early morning

As a ray of dawn appeared in the horizon, the rows of high-rise buildings in the city slowly woke up from the night to welcome a new day.

In the alley

The tires crushed the flying fallen leaves and stopped steadily on the side of the road.

The tall Luhang got off the 2019 Mercedes-Benz GLC and closed the door with his backhand.

He was wearing a well-fitting and casual suit, covering up the slightly fat middle-aged figure. After getting off the car, he looked around and saw that there were only a few early residents nearby.

Not bad, it’s still early, and the traffic police are not at work yet.

Yes, stop here.

With a gentle press of the remote control switch, the electronic lock sounded a pleasant "Didi..." sound, and the car lock was ready.

"Hey... Uncle, you won't let the parking randomly at this alley."

Uh…who?

Lu Hang turned his head and saw a fat little Ruliang walking from behind, carrying her schoolbag, looking at Lu Hang in a way that she was in charge of the Pacific Ocean, and sucking it with a soy milk cup for breakfast in her hand. Her red face looked like she was about eleven or eleven years old.

Lu Hang pretended to be serious and said, "Uncle is not parking randomly, but there are important things to do. I don't understand it if I tell you. Go to school as soon as possible."

"But my mother said that parking randomly is a sign of lack of quality."

Hey... this naughty kid.

Lu Hang immediately said with a black look, "Do you know the director of the S.H.I.E.D. in Marvel animation? It's the black skin, shiny big bald head wearing a black eye mask. It looks like everyone who owe him 500 yuan."

"I know, what's wrong?"

"Uncle works in a secret department similar to SHIELD. Do you know if you have the right to park at will? Now that you know this secret, you can't talk about it everywhere!"

Pang Ruliang's face was dull???

Grandma, I believe in your evil!

...

Hunt the nosy little girl, Lu Hang hummed a little song happily and walked forward with light steps.

The morning breeze of heavy autumn blows over, making people feel the comfort from body to heart.

I didn't walk far and arrived at the roadside, and along the roadside were a row of storefront rooms.

You can see the hot steam coming out of the "Mao Ji's Ancestral Noodle Restaurant" from afar, and the morning market has been opened.

At this time, a beautiful woman was wearing a yoga morning exercise suit and ran past Lu Hang like a wind, and the rhythm of her buttocks could be clearly seen from behind.

This girl has a good figure.

Lu Hang subconsciously came up with this idea and swallowed in cooperation.

The woman ran forward with brisk steps, and suddenly slowed down halfway and turned flexibly. She had conspicuous crow's feet on her dark yellow face, engraved with the marks of vicissitudes of the ages, and her face looked a little flushed because of the morning jogging.

What the hell!

Lu Hang's heartbeat suddenly slowed down half a beat, and his spine was filled with horror.

This is still an acquaintance, Sister Han from the braised cuisine restaurant at the entrance of the community. Are you really not afraid of being too old?

Sister Han smiled and said hello: "Who am I talking about? I'm so happy in the morning. I'm walking and shaking and humming a little song. It turns out that he is Boss Lu. You haven't come to me to take care of your business and go abroad again!"

"Hehe...yes! Isn't it important to maintain health now? You should pay attention to less oil and less meat."

"Don't worry! My shop is also keeping pace with the times and specially launched a health saliva chicken. It is a wild grass chicken in the countryside. It tastes white and tender, pure natural and healthy. It is guaranteed that you will drool at a glance. You must try it." Sister Han vigorously promotes her own braised dishes.

"Uh... I'll go tomorrow if I have time."

"No, Boss Lu, don't you know when you say this? You will know the taste if you try it. You must be very fond of it. You will definitely like it. You want to come again when you come."

"Ahem... OK, try."

They were all acquaintances, so Lu Hang could only agree perfunctorily, and he could already feel the disdainful eyes of several passers-by.

That one...

Don’t listen to a single word, it’s a disaster!

I watched Sister Han run away briskly, and she seemed to be stepping on a spring under her feet, looking full of vitality.

Lu Hang touched his nose a little embarrassedly and found a reluctant reason;

Tsk, I have been browsing too much on TikTok recently, and my eyes are obviously not good.

"Ah...Fifth Ring Road, you have one less ring than the Sixth Ring Road. What if one day you have to cultivate to the Seventh Ring Road, what should you do? You have two more rings than the Fifth Ring Road..."

The little episode just now did not affect Lu Hang's mood. He hummed a song in his mouth. He walked to the curb with brisk steps and a very introverted little jump came.

Both hands flew up like wings, happily letting themselves go.

"puff……"

Pang Ruliang, who was in school later, had just taken a sip of soy milk and had not had time to swallow it. When he saw this scene, he suddenly choked out two white lines from his nostrils.

...

A century-old Maoji Noodle House

Lu Hang looked up at the plaque in Chinese classical style. There were tall bamboo cages on the stove at the door, and white steam gushed outwards.

In Jinling City, this noodle restaurant from northern Jiangsu has always been known for its authentic taste and is an old store that has been open for decades.

Lu Hang nodded with satisfaction, and turned his steps in.

"Old Mao, I'm busy!"

The chubby boss stretched out his head at the kitchen window and immediately smiled when he saw Lu Hang. "Oh, who is this? It turned out that Boss Lu is here to come. You haven't come to my place for breakfast for a while, so where have you made a fortune."

"What money do you make? I just came back from the airport, and the front of the car fell off and came to you, and I didn't even go back home."

"I'm just a lonely ghost when I get home. I have to cook my own dishes and cold bowls at home. Why not eat hot food here? What should I do today?"

Master Mao greeted him warmly, and Lu Hang put down his bag casually, not caring that this was really heart-wrenching.

If Mao knew how to talk, he would not have opened a noodle shop for his whole life and would have been selling insurance long ago.

"I still miss the taste of noodles in my hometown when I go out. Today I will have a bowl of chicken shredded fish noodles and cross the bridge."

"Okay!"

Master Mao is in his fifties, with a fat face and a few hairs on his head almost fell out, and he looks quite honest.

His ancestral craftsmanship is unique, and the taste is terrifying. We are old neighbors for decades, and every now and then, we love to come here for breakfast.

Lu Hang took a small plate in the disinfection cabinet and put a side dish in the free cold dishes. There was a chat in his mouth. "There are not many customers in the store. What about your baby son Xiao Shitou? I haven't seen it for more than two years. Have you not come back this summer vacation?"

"What a fool to come back. I'm a noodle seller for him to study in Australia. Every time I call, I ask for money. This is not my son, but my ancestor!"

"Stop being pretentious, just have fun by yourself."

"I'll cry for you? I called back a few months ago and said that my girlfriend wanted to buy a sports car. I said, "Son! You don't know what happened to our family? In order to support you to study abroad, the house at home was sold, and only my dad's 100 kilograms are worth a little money. But I didn't finish my words... The phone rang out and I haven't contacted me for more than two months. I have lived a Duan Shu's life."

The kitchen was hot and hot. Master Mao was chatting inside, and quickly washed the oil pan and turned on the hot stove.

The flames were "huh" straight with the help of the blower, and a red fire head that was more than half a foot long appeared. The empty oil pan was placed on the stove top.

Don't care about it for the time being, heat the pan first.

Here, add the marier juice, add appropriate amount of light soy sauce, salt, sugar, pepper, MSG, add dry raw powder, and add half a bowl of bone soup to thicken and form.

Although Master Liang's chubby body is clumsy and his fleshy hands are as clever as a butterfly, he can handle the juice in just over ten seconds.

Turn around and the pan is already hot. Scoop a spoonful of hot lard into the oil pan, stir-fry the fragrant green and white green onions, ginger, and garlic cloves, add red peppers and stir-fry. Pour a portion of eel fillets prepared in advance into the oil pan.

With a nice "cough", the eel fillets hugged the rolling hot oil, and the high-temperature hot oil eroded in in a blink of an eye, causing the eel fillets to quickly complete the qualitative transformation from raw to cook, and the meat is tender and smooth.

Fry it hot, Master Mao shook the big iron pot with a light touch...

In an instant, the flame burning by the stove was introduced into the oil pan and a "whirring" sounded. A fire more than one foot high appeared in the pan and burned happily. After cooking wine, the flame in the large iron pan rose a little.

Master Mao skillfully moved the pot, allowing the flavor of the seasoning to be fully integrated, poured in the sauce, extinguishing the rising flames in the iron pot, and the aroma of stir-fried eel fillets immediately overflowed the iron pot.

The oily and bright soft fish flipped the pot and then turned off the blower.

...

Half of garlic was taken in the small basket, Lu Hang held the small plate of snow in his hand, and went to the small window leading to the kitchen and took a look, "Yes, Lao Mao, this skill has not deteriorated."

I can't accept this old guy just now, what if I borrow money from me?

For the old neighbors who have been decades of years, they must break through it.

"Your Boss Lu is here, and I, Lao Mao, don't show off my skills. People who don't have the ancestral skills are appreciated. Nowadays, young people drink milk tea and eat egg bread rice without any worries, or they are internet celebrity meals, and we traditional old things are no longer popular."

"Look at your soreness, letting everyone in the next school come to eat. Can you be so busy that you can make it?"

Master Mao steadily carried the large iron pot away from the stove flame and gently turned the pot again, allowing the hot soup to fully combine the flavor with the hot eel fillets. The soft and long fish fried in this way were smooth and delicious, and it was a unique Huaiyang dish.

There is a special point in making hot and hot oily long fish, which is to "turn the pot two and half".

Flip the pot twice on the stove, hold the stove and then turn the pot. This can only be considered half, no more or less, and the whole process will be completed in less than a minute.

Kung Fu and heat are all in the stove, so it is very important.

"If you don't brag about it, I, Lao Mao, can watch three pots at the same time. It's okay to make three or four hundred copies in one morning market. Now you can't even get 50 copies, so business is difficult."

"Stop complaining, let the world be full of love, and leave some money for others to earn some money."

"I am willing to love my wife, who loves me?" Master Mao, who looked resentful, shouted at the back; "What are you doing, old lady, hurry up and pick up a bowl of chicken shredded noodles. Boss Lu is waiting to beg for food, move quickly."

beg???

Seeing that Master Mao was not in a high mood, Luhang Zhiji was out of the way. The hotel’s business was not good. We should really look for the reasons from ourselves, and our speaking skills were flaws.

Lu Hang sat on the antique bench, picked up the napkin and pulled the long piece, and wiped it hard along the table, as if he wanted to eliminate every bit of oil in the cracks of the table.
Chapter completed!