C70 (1/2)

His uncle Duan Beiping had told him since he was young that besides his family, no one would treat him well for no reason, unless they had a motive.

But then he thought, at most, the old man would take a fancy to my shoes, or at most, I could just take them off to him, what else could I have?

If he said it was just a breakfast, wouldn't it be fine if I invited him?

”Hehe, that's great. Junior also feels hungry, but I don't know if there's anything nice to eat around here.”

Duan Hong said casually.

The old man's eyes suddenly lit up. He smiled and said, ”The most famous dish by the West Lake is Steamed Bun. The Steamed Bun in the West Lake is even more famous. Young man, you've been out here for too long. Don't you miss this taste?”

< p > What kind of West Lake Jam?

I've never heard of it.

Duan Hong was a little disdainful in his heart. In the four years he had spent in the Ku Chan Temple, he had raised an extremely eccentric mouth, and was extremely picky of everything.

Inside the small bun house, there were seven or eight tables. At this time of day, most of the tables were filled with people. Most of them were middle-aged, but there were also a few office workers and students.

When the old man and Duan Hong walked in, a gray-haired uncle of the bun house hurriedly came over and greeted them: ”Elder Mu, you've come a bit late today compared to usual. There's a lot of people;

The old man's face turned red as he kindly said: ”It's alright. Go and do what you need to. I have a guest today. It's this young man who would like to have more today.”

< p > ”Alright!”

The uncle left.

Duan Hong and the old man sat down at a table belonging to an office worker. Duan Hong observed that this place was a snack bar, or rather, a family workshop.

However, the air was filled with the fragrance of chicken soup. The chicken soup was very thick, and the flowers were floating in the air. It was a pretty good match.

Not long later, the boss of the bun house personally delivered two cages of steamed buns and two chicken egg flowers.

Duan Hong picked up a bun and carefully counted its twenty-two folds. He nodded his head slightly.

Steamed Bun was also very particular. The outside was slippery, but the meat stuffing slightly revealed his head. The twenty-two creases around him symbolized solidarity!

< p > Duan Hong gave it eight points in appearance!

< p > For someone who wants things to be perfect, this score isn't low.

”Young lad, are you satisfied, Steamed Bun?”

the old man asked after taking a sip of chicken soup.

Duan Hong nodded and said: ”Your looks are pretty good. Right now, it's very difficult for many bun houses to insist on being so meticulous with every single bun.”

He took a light bite.

The fragrance filled his nose, and the meat stuffing was gathered yet not scattered. It could be seen that it was made from good pork, which Duan Hong then took a light sip of egg flower soup.

The unique fragrance of the chicken soup had fully fused with the egg. From the looks of it, the chicken soup was stewed in a pot with firewood for no less than three hours. The taste of the bone marrow and chicken meat was completely dissolved in the soup.

Duan Hong was slightly astonished. He didn't expect that a small bun house could produce a taste that was difficult even for a big hotel chef to produce. It was truly admirable.

”Not bad, the meat stuffing was cut by hand and the chicken soup was stewed with the best firewood. Not bad.”

< p > ”Hehe.”

The elder's eyes lit up as he said, ”Youngster seems to be very good at food. You remind me of an old friend of mine who has been eating for a long time.”

< p > ”Oh?” ”Is that so?”

Duan Hong was shocked. The old man in front of him was at least sixty years old, and his master should be at least older than him.

< p > ”Darling, you fly slowly —”