The Legendary Salted Fish of Longing Life

Chapter 175: Chinese Tradition Early (Second Change) The Legendary Salted Fish of Longing for Life Chapter 175 Chinese Tradition Early (Second Change). 　　 The distance between the village and the mushroom house is not too far.

If you use walking, it will take a long time, but if you switch to a car, it will take about ten minutes.

Members such as Mushroom House soon arrived in the village.

Everyone wandered around in this village.

This village still looks very big. Although young people have gone a lot, some people still stay in this village.

Along the way, everyone saw many shops and stalls selling breakfast.

There are fried dough sticks, steamed buns, flatbreads, egg pancakes, glutinous rice and so on... These are all traditional breakfasts in China.

The lightly scented breakfast made He Jiong and others drool.

This is also because they hadn't even eaten anything when they just got up.

More importantly, they are hungry.

Yesterday’s crayfish were digested in the stomach after one night of digestion.

"Teacher He, isn't it 11 yet?" Xie Yilin asked as he walked.

Now Xie Yilin said that his stomach was empty.

She wants a song like this.

"It will be here soon. When I came to the village with Heng Heng before, I asked about it. There is an old craft breakfast shop in the village, which has been open for decades." He Jiong said, "That breakfast shop. It still retains the old breakfast taste."

"Decades, so long." Xie Yilin was speechless.

A shop can be open for decades without closing down, which is more about inheritance.

Otherwise, it will be difficult for a generation to last.

"Yes, it's been so long. Now everyone has the opportunity to taste the taste of the past." He Jiong said, he stopped, and pointed his right hand forward, "Did you see the sign, old man? Feng breakfast, that's it."

"Old Feng breakfast." Everyone followed He Jiong's right hand and looked over.

Sure enough, they saw a sign hanging there.

Lao Feng's breakfast, the words on it also look full of old feeling.

"Go, let's go over." He Jiong said.

Several people walked towards the Lao Feng breakfast shop, walked to the door of the shop, and they could see that there were several square tables placed there.

The place is not big, but there are still a lot of people eating breakfast.

After He Jiong and others walked in, a middle-aged woman came over, "Guests, what do you want to eat?"

"Bring me two steamed buns, a fried dough stick, and a bowl of tofu, salty." He Jiong said.

"I want flatbread, xiaolongbao..."

Then the members ordered all their favorite breakfasts.

"Okay, wait a while, I'll go and prepare right away." The middle-aged woman nodded.

"The place looks small, but there are still many people." Huang Lei scanned the shop.

"Teacher He, this shop really has decades of history?" Dahua asked.

Although this shop looks very old, it does not have a history of decades.

"Guest, your tofu brain." The middle-aged woman put the tofu brain on the table and said with a smile, "Lao Feng's shop has indeed been for decades. It used to be managed by my father, but now it is handed over to me. And the house has had problems in the past, so it was renovated, but you can rest assured that my craftsmanship is still very good."

"Okay, thank you." Huang Lei expressed his thanks.

"Then I'll eat this salted tofu brain." Huang Lei took a spoon and gently scooped it out, put it in his mouth, and chewed slightly.

"How about it, Teacher Huang." The others looked at Huang Lei.

After all, Huang Lei was the first person to eat, and he is also a chef, his suggestions can explain something to a certain extent.

"Yes, it's really good. The soybeans used here and the tofu noodles made here have a slightly different feel than the general outside." Huang Lei nodded.

"Oh." Hearing this, the people present were full of expectations.

In this case, the breakfast here is just like what the villagers said, it's still delicious.

Soon after.

The members all ate this rare breakfast.

Everyone understands that there are still very few opportunities to eat outside.

Especially like Yang Xiaomi and Xie Yilin, they are leaving today.

When they return to the mushroom house, they will almost leave.

After eating, Huang Lei asked the middle-aged woman, "You are 870. These breakfasts are better than ordinary breakfasts. Did you use any craftsmanship?"

Judging by Huang Lei's taste, this Lao Feng breakfast is indeed well-deserved.

Even the delicious breakfast shops outside cannot be compared.

This old Feng breakfast is like being independent in this village.

"In terms of craftsmanship, there is more or less, but that is not the point." The woman shook her head. "The important thing is to use your heart. For example, to make tofu brains. The previous choice of soy beans must be careful. When you go in, you must always pay attention when soaking in water. The grinding must be good, and the procedures must be perfect."

"So that's the way it is." Huang Lei nodded, "The important thing about food is to use your heart."

"Yes." The woman smiled.

"Farewell." The guests of the mushroom house said goodbye.

This time Lao Feng's breakfast gave them a different satisfaction.

The audience in the live broadcast room was also talking about it.

They remembered this old Feng’s breakfast, and maybe soon, a large number of outside diners will flood into the village. .

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