The moment the crayfish entered his mouth, the county magistrate wanted to slap Xiao Fang, but when the unique charm of crayfish bloomed on the tip of his mouth and tongue, he was stunned.
The county magistrate does not come from a big family. His family has been farmers for generations. He relied on his teachers and fellow apprentices to reach this point.
When he was a child, he also cut pig grass, planted seedlings, and harvested millet.
Living in rural areas is very tiring. Not only is it tiring, but after you have a certain amount of knowledge, you still feel that there is no end in sight.
What is behind those mountains?
Is it sweet maltose or a beeping car?
Is it a tall building or a golden future?
Of course, it's a bit hypocritical to say this now, but for the county magistrate when he was a child, he didn't like crayfish.
After all, he didn't have many pants at home at that time, and he didn't have the extra oil, salt, sauce and vinegar to eat this crayfish with only a little meat.
It's not as cost-effective as going down the river to catch two more fish.
The most important thing is that crayfish have to compete with the rice in the field for nutrients. If it is not removed in time, the rice will be pinched from the roots by the crayfish's claws, and the harvest will be halved.
He never expected that the crayfish he hated in his memory would be so delicious?
The shrimp tails covered with spicy and delicious flavor exploded in the mouth, and the spicy oil slid down the throat and into the stomach.
It's too spicy.
The county town couldn't bear it. He lowered his head and saw the rice wine in his hand. He drank half of the glass in one gulp.
Sweat instantly soaked his forehead, and all the fatigue in his heart was released at this moment. He shouted, "It feels so good!"
He was a little embarrassed when he shouted out, but the people around him just smiled and looked at him for a while, then turned back and chatted with the people around him.
He heard a chubby little boy yelling in a milky voice, "Mom, Dad, don't take the crayfish from my bowl. I'm going to mix it with cold noodles later."
"Hmph! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... bad daddy, bad mommy!"
Little Fatty's palms were so fat and small that he could not stop his mother from his father's sneak attack. The two adults teased their son like a child until he screamed.
Seeing that he was about to cry, he quickly placed a large bowl of crayfish that he had hidden in front of his eyes.
Little Fatty's eyes widened, he clapped his hands and shouted, "Ahhhhh, mom and dad, I love you! I love you!"
Finally, he stood up from his seat and ran towards the cold noodle stall with a big bowl in hand.
"Uncle, uncle, give me a bowl of cold noodles quickly. I'm going to Brother Lin to get some chili oil later."
"Little Fatty, Little Fatty, you are really a kid who is not afraid of spicy food."
"Of course." Xiao Pangdun finally returned to his parents proudly.
The county's eyes are warm and its heart is warm.
Yes, he stayed in Rongsheng County for so long and didn't want to leave. Didn't he just want to see this kind of happy family scene?
Now Matthew doesn't need Xiao Fang to serve him at all when eating crayfish. He is even more familiar with the surrounding diners than Xiao Fang.
So Xiao Fang immersed himself in eating, and even had time to peel a bowl of crayfish. He would also have crayfish mixed with cold noodles later.
This is the most classic delicacy in food stalls and requires constant drooling to get it.
He was happy and looking forward to it, but when he looked up, he found that the county magistrate had tears streaming down his face?
What? Is it because the crayfish is so delicious that I cry?
What! A county town couldn't help but cry because it tasted delicious food!
Xiao Fang was so shocked that he approached the county magistrate and said, "Boss, isn't it just crayfish? Although it's so delicious, there's no need for us to cry."
"You just cried over crayfish!"
The county magistrate looked at his wooden subordinate and said bitterly. However, his eyes fell on the little fat man who was devouring crayfish noodles, and his stomach began to growl.
"Xiao Fang, what did that kid eat?"
The tears on the county magistrate's face were not wiped clean, but his eyes were looking straight at the crayfish that Xiao Fang had already peeled.
Xiao Fang was speechless, County Magistrate, you don't need to have such hot eyes.
Forget it, in order to become a regular person, it was just a bowl of crayfish. Xiao Fang fawningly picked up the big bowl.
"Boss, that's crayfish noodles. Just wait, I'll buy a bowl of cold noodles and add some crayfish chili oil. The taste is so delicious that there's nothing else like this in the world." .”
The county magistrate is drooling...
Matthew had already started fistfighting with the people around him.
"Five leaders, six six..."
The county magistrate is numb. He doesn't even know how to draw a punch. How can a foreigner integrate into the lives of ordinary people better than him?
When Xiao Fang came back, the golden-yellow and chewy cold noodles were covered with a layer of red chili oil.
Take a deep breath and smell the alluring aroma of crayfish.
The small square chopsticks kept stirring, and the chubby crayfish buried underneath were turned up one by one.
At this time, the county magistrate heard the sound of three people swallowing saliva. He looked up and saw Matthew looking at the noodles with a red face.
"gOOg! Good! Delicious!"
Didn't you drink just now? Why do you come back to your senses after eating delicious food?
The county magistrate could only think to himself, but in fact the bowl of cold noodles was divided into three portions, and each person had a few mouthfuls.
A chopstick of cold noodles and a shrimp tail. The county magistrate, who had been honest and had been eating in the cafeteria for half his life, felt at this moment that he felt like he was eating pig food.
The braised pork and big pork ribs are a bit inferior to the bowl of crayfish mixed with noodles in my hand.
The 'Hu Chi Hu Chi' food stalls don't need to maintain an image, just eat a lot and that's it.
One bowl of cold noodles was not enough for one person, and the three of them were not full. The county magistrate ordered Xiao Fang again, "Go and have three more bowls of cold noodles."
However, a pleasant voice sounded, and Muning said apologetically with a smile.
"I'm sorry, the cold noodles are sold out today. Why don't you order some wolf-toothed potatoes? Or you can buy noodles from other food stalls. I can add a little more chili oil or garlic powder to you."
The county magistrate looked at Muning with some surprise and her round belly, "Are you the food stall owner?"
She doesn't look much older than his daughter.
Muning nodded. She had noticed them early because of Matthew. When she saw how they got along, she would poke Gu Lin's arm to share it with him.
"You run the food stall yourself but let us go to other stalls to buy noodles? Don't you think you are pushing all the customers away?"
Muning smiled and said, "How could it be? We prepare a lot of cold noodles every night, but the diners are so enthusiastic that they buy them all every night. But the guests want noodles with crayfish soup, so we serve them If it’s not available on the market, wouldn’t it be reasonable for them to buy it from other stalls?”
"Then how many more layers of oil will you stir for me?"
Just by looking at it, he knew that chili oil was the soul of the noodles.
"Oh, you need it anyway. We will throw it away in the end. We have eaten it and saved food."
The county magistrate was so moved that he wanted to cry when he heard Muning's words. He is an emotional middle-aged man.
Finally, Xiao Fang bought two bowls of water from the food stall next door, and Gu Lin added five spoons of chili oil to them.
“It’s delicious. Come again.”
Gu Lin has now learned how to attract customers.
In just one night, the county magistrate felt like he had gotten to know Rongsheng County again.
He could clink glasses of rice wine with the common people, chat with people around him, and listen to their dissatisfaction and praise for the government.
Of course, if someone dares to get drunk and cause trouble, there is no need for him to show his identity as the county magistrate. The other owner of the food stall walks out with his back straight and only needs one hand to lift out the troublemaker.
"You are not allowed to fight or quarrel at my food stall. If you act drunk again, I will throw you into the river to sober up."
That posture was even better than that of a troublemaking hooligan.
The county magistrate opened his blurred eyes. He thought the diners would be afraid that the male boss looked so fierce.
Who knew that they would clap their hands and cheer in the next second, "Okay! This is what a boss should do, and those who need to be taught a lesson must be taught well. We are not afraid of trouble when eating at your food stall!"
The county magistrate's eyes opened even wider, why was it completely different from what he thought.
He wanted to continue saying something, but his head was so heavy that he fell asleep on the table with a plop.
Matthew spoke loudly to Xiao Fang at this moment, "Your leader... can't drink even more than me."
