Longing for mountain village life

Feng Ling did not answer, she always felt that this place was very dirty, even if she spread the stool with toilet paper, it still made her feel restless, especially the dirty table, which had a layer of oil on it, and she did not dare to use her elbows to support it.

The crowds on the surrounding roads, as well as some smokers, made Feng Ling feel that this big set was not where people like her should come.

If she chooses, she would rather go to the mall than catch a big fair here.

Old man Fengyun looked at the expression on Feng Ling's face, did not speak, and sighed in his heart, Feng Ling's child is good in all aspects, appearance, education, ability, personality, just a little very bad, forget the roots.

Since childhood, he was raised by his parents, did not experience the hardships of the older generation, and was sent to foreign countries after he was older, resulting in many basic things that would not be, but thought that foreign things were good.

After returning, he thought about teaching, but verbal teaching did not have much effect after all, basically forget after speaking, his own body, words and deeds are already difficult to do, originally almost gave up, fortunately last time the sudden idea came to Taojia Village, but also let him have a new idea of educating the spirit.

Yesterday, she had successfully enjoyed eating pancakes, and now she must feel the fun of the big set.

So even if Feng Ling always felt uncomfortable, he let her stay here.

But after a while, Jiang Tian and Grandpa came back, carrying a lot of things in their hands.

"I bought some xiaolongbao, pies, leek boxes, tea eggs, fritters, and some cucumber pickles, you can eat whatever you want." Grandpa said.

The table is full.

The stall owner saw that everyone was coming, and quickly began to serve tofu brains.

"Both are old customers, this is bringing a friend over to eat?"

"Yes, come and try your authentic tofu brain." Grandpa said with a smile.

"Okay, a few slow eaters, if you don't feel delicious, just come and tell me to guarantee the money back." The stall owner spoke in a rather confident tone, which was very confident in his craft.

"Eat!" Old man Fengyun took a fritters and dipped them in the soup of tofu brain to eat.

The hot fritters soaked slightly, sucked a lot of soup on it, and immediately became soft, eating such a bite, the aroma of fritters plus the taste of tofu brain, just neutralized the greasy taste of fritters, but also eased the salty taste of tofu brain a lot.

"That's the smell!" Old man Fengyun praised, "It's still the taste before, since I entered the nursing home, the tofu brain I ate was tasteless, and now I finally ate the authentic tofu brain."

"If you like to eat, come back often!" The stall owner laughed and said that there is nothing happier than praising his craft.

"Eat, why are you stunned?" The old man urged .

Feng Ling held a plastic spoon, "Tofu brain is so hot, plastic will produce substances harmful to the human body after heating, and it is easy to eat it and it will be bad for the body." When

the stall owner heard this, he immediately took an iron spoon and washed it with hot water a few times.

"Don't worry, my things here are guaranteed to be clean."

Everyone said so, grandpa was looking at himself again, and Feng Ling had to take a spoon and eat it.

The tofu brain is soft and smooth, and there is a bit of a Q bomb feeling when it is eaten in the mouth, but it is loose with a slight bite, and it will not be laborious, and the tofu brain is mixed with the taste of the soup and spreads in the mouth.

It's delicious!

Feng Ling had eaten tofu brain before, but it was all in Chinatowns abroad, and the taste was completely different from this, and the tofu brain eaten at that time was as bad as lime.

"Try the fritters again and dip them!" Jiang Tian said.

Feng Ling looked at the oily fritters, took out a piece of paper and put it on it, and then picked it up.

Churros dipped in soup, the taste is another experience, and this fritters dip for a long time and the taste is different, but after a while, a fritters will be eaten directly.

Looking at her like this, several people were immediately relieved, this is a meal.

Old man Fengyun didn't feel enough after eating a fritters, and ate Xiaolongbao again, but grandpa bought vegetarian filling, not meat filling.

"I really want to live here, it's just comfortable." Old man Fengyun sighed.

While speaking, he also peeled the tea leaves and eggs and ate them in large gulps.

In the kung fu of his speech, he found that the wind spirit had already eaten the second fritters, and when he took the third stick, he didn't use toilet paper, he took it directly with his hand, and saw that they looked over, and the wind spirit who was stuffed with his mouth was embarrassed to smile.

This kind of eating is really a little unelegant.

But there are some big old men present, who cares about your elegance, just eat enough.

A bowl of tofu brain is quickly eaten.

"Bring me another bowl!"

Old man Fengyun and Feng Ling shouted almost at the same time.

Soon, the stall owner brought over the tofu brain and said: "Since you like to eat, these two bowls should be regarded as my gift to you, you are welcome, just don't dislike me here in the future, in fact, I clean up every day, but there are too many people who come to eat every day, so it will be like this." Feng

Ling stuck out his tongue embarrassedly, and this sentence was told to her.

"Thank you!"

After thanking them, the two of them quickly ate again.

A meal is not fast or slow, grandpa bought a lot of rice, originally thought that there would be leftover, but did not expect that there was no leftover, and a considerable part of it was eaten by the wind spirit, which made her a little distressed.

"It's broken, after eating so much, you must lose weight again."

"Don't think about losing weight now, since you have come to the big set, then shop more, but there are a lot of delicious things." Old man Fengyun said with a smile.

The four of them were strolling around the fair, and the two old men gave them alone time and went to the grocery area.

Jiang Tian took the wind spirit around and bought marshmallows, ate rock sugar gourds, and bought a bag of cat ears.

Feng Ling carried the bag and stuffed a cat's ear into his mouth from time to time.

"This is?" Feng Ling looked at the things on the stall and asked in a low voice.

"Persimmon cakes, it tastes very good." Jiang Tian bought a bag, Feng Ling tasted it, and the chicken nodded like a rice peck.

"Delicious, delicious!"

A persimmon cake was quickly eaten, and Feng Ling himself was a little embarrassed, "I found that since I came here, I can only say that it is delicious, just like the silly white sweet played by people on TV, in fact, I am not such a person."

"But to be honest, this time I came to the village, it really changed me a lot, I know my grandfather's thoughts, he just thinks that I am too high and ungrounded, so I thought of coming over and edifying me with the environment, at that time I was still thinking, who am I, but the wind spirit, how can it be so easy to change."

"In fact, in less than a day, I changed." While speaking, she also took a bite of persimmon cake.