The town is divided into five streets, East Street, West Street, South Street, Xian Street, and Qing Street. The most lively place is West Street, where there is a morning market. Qing Street is also a special area and is a gathering place for ethnic minorities.
Meng Yao walked along the road and slowly saw the emerging shops.
Basically, they are renovated from the shop owner's own house. They are not large shops. They are similar to stalls. They sell raw meats such as pork, mutton and beef, and there are also small shops similar to supply and marketing cooperatives.
Ethnic minorities do not eat pork, so the sales of beef and mutton in small towns are particularly good.
Meng Yao plans to come back to buy meat and some bones from Huzi. These things are heavy and cannot be carried all the way.
Meng Yao was getting closer to the morning market and finally saw someone selling breakfast.
There is not a wide variety of food options in the morning market, only some selling spicy soup, fried buns, fried steamed buns, and fire-roasted ones.
Meng Yao touched his almost digested belly and walked towards the stall selling pan-fried buns with spicy soup.
I asked about the price: a bowl of spicy beef soup costs 50 cents; fried dumplings stuffed with mutton are 15 cents each; fried buns stuffed with chives and eggs are 10 cents each.
The owner of this stall is a street cleaner who sells mutton and beef.
In fact, people near the town also have a saying that if you want to buy beef and mutton, you can buy it from someone who cleans the street. You can buy fresh beef and mutton.
Meng Yao ordered a bowl of spicy soup, 2 fried buns with meat filling, and 2 fried buns with vegetarian filling, which cost one yuan.
Only half of the money he took out of Qi Wenye's pocket was spent.
Meng Yao felt distressed for a few seconds, then put the distress aside after the spicy soup was served.
Eat first and then talk.
People in this era are relatively simple and honest in doing business, so the amount of beef in the spicy spicy soup is unusual.
Meng Yao stirred it with a spoon and found several pieces of beef.
However, the spicy Hu spicy soup was not too thick, no starch was used to thicken it, and the color of the soup was not bright enough.
Meng Yao took a sip and found that the spicy spicy soup didn't taste very authentic.
You must know that the spiciness of Hu spicy soup is not only the spiciness of chili peppers, but mainly the spiciness of pepper. However, this bowl of spicy Hu spicy soup does not contain pepper.
Just as Meng Yao was about to ask, an old man spoke up first.
"The seller of spicy spicy soup, today's spicy spicy soup doesn't taste right. Why didn't you add pepper?"
The stall owner selling spicy soup said hurriedly: "Oh, I'm so sorry, the pepper is gone, I didn't have time to buy it!"
The old man smacked his lips and looked particularly unhappy, "The spicy spicy soup I made originally wasn't very tasty. The soup was either thick or thin. I told you many times but you can't change it. Now it's better. There's no nonsense at all."
The spicy soup tastes so good!”
"Oh, forget it, forget it!"
The stall owner selling spicy spicy soup was very good-tempered. Not only did he not care about the old man saying that the spicy spicy soup he made was not good, he also kept apologizing, "I'm so sorry, I will definitely let it go next time!"
Meng Yao couldn't help but look at the old man curiously.
People in this era are not so demanding about taste. The bowl of spicy soup in front of me has a lot of meat, and the soup made from beef is also flavorful. Others will only find it fragrant when eating it, and will not care whether there is pepper.
This old man is obviously different.
Meng Yao glanced at the old man a few more times. The old man seemed to feel it and looked towards her. He was old and his eyes seemed to be hard to use. He always squinted when looking at people.
"Daughter, what do you want me to do?"
Meng Yao squeezed out a sweet smile, shook his head, and drank his spicy soup.
Although it wasn't authentic enough, it was still broth after all. She spent money on it and couldn't waste it.
Meng Yao didn't waste it, and neither did the old man. He had gone through the hard times, and no matter how hard he tried, he wouldn't have any left to drink up.
After just one bowl of soup, the old man sighed six times in total.
Meng Yao felt coke and secretly laughed for a long time. When he wrapped up a meat and a vegetarian fried bun and left, his shoulders were still hunched.
At this time, Meng Yao still didn't know that she had met an old glutton, and he was an old glutton who didn't bother to eat just one bite.