Mu Ming rushed over, it was already 9:30 p.m., Hongtong City, the fourth floor, lights and voices shine. Silk love, outside the store, are people, or sitting or standing, or eating or watching, some people get up and walk out, some people go to clean up the mess at the table, some people happily step on the "No. 167, No. 167, No. 167 Please come inside to eat" shouting, tucking themselves into the gap between the table and the chair.
It was hard to squeeze to the front desk, and the numbered beauty said: No number, come back tomorrow. One after another, there were still people who came to take the number, and they were all told that there was no number. Some turned around and left, some regretted, and repeated "no number" in pity, but in the end they also left, and Feng Yu and I could not go, because we, especially me, were not at home for a week, civil unrest had arisen, and we rushed home to put out the fire, and there was no tomorrow's Guiyang.
Take a look at the intangible cultural heritage food on the signboard - red soup silk doll, and think about the high-speed rail ticket tomorrow morning, not used to cheating on the two of us, or approaching the front desk again, whispering: Beautiful women discuss, we are out of town, we will leave Guiyang tomorrow, admired to come to your home, can you see? ...... Before I finished speaking, a mother took two babies, ran in to ask for a number, as soon as she heard no, she immediately shouted loudly, yesterday you said tomorrow, today there is still no number, no, we are going to eat today, we are out of town, we will leave tomorrow. Looking at her momentum, we both hurriedly confessed that it was okay to eat at the same table with them.
Neither of us nor they got the number, but we got a verbal promise from the beauty at the front desk: when the number is finished, you can go in and order food. We didn't dare to leave, and we kept standing at the edge of the front desk, but the mother and son were gone. As time passes minute by minute, the flow of people is still endless. Beauty let us go to the chair next to sit and wait, Feng Yu said we don't dare, afraid she forgot, Beauty looked at us strangely, thinking in her heart, these two aunts are funny, but only smiled and shook their heads, saying no. This laugh soothed us, so we sat down and waited.
Finally allowed to go in, but it was a table with a young boyfriend and girlfriend.
In Guiyang, dolls are actually delicacies. Silk dolls, sure enough, are silk, lotus silk, radish silk, cucumber silk, lettuce silk, kelp silk, potato shredded, dried silk, carrot shredded, cabbage shredded, celery shredded, bracken, houttuynia cordata and mung bean sprouts, this is the silk strip. Look at the common things in the feet of ordinary days (except for houttuynia, other things are also familiar), intangible cultural heritage cuisine, under the fame, in fact, how? The boom seems to prove that false fame is not wasted. And eat and cherish. Learn to pour the red sour soup into the bowl next door, mix with green onions, sesame oil, peppers, peanuts and soybean crumbles, stretch out the palm, put the dough skin in the palm, rub various vegetable shreds on it, but can't roll up, or break the skin, the silk leaks out, and then pour the sour soup, the soup is stained on the hand, although it is awkward, the taste is really good, not greasy, the sour soup is appetizing, the pepper is fragrant. But look at the baby girl next door, skillfully and slowly and methodically rubbing vegetables, using chopsticks to slowly roll up the dough, not broken, pouring a few spoonfuls of soup, just eat it calmly in a bowl, so raw and delicious, but do not dip a little soup on your hands. I didn't realize this technique until I finished eating five doughs.
At the same table, each of them had a red soup silk doll, and later a pot of fried tofu, and a large plate of flower nails, all of which were wiped out. But the two of us only ordered a silk doll, plus a small bowl of sweet soup, hoping that they would look at us.
Nearly eleven o'clock, leaving Hongtong City, down to the second seventh street snack street, where there is still a lot of people, the family is full, many people began to eat, I am a bit in a trance, is this noon or midnight?
Passing the train station back to the hotel, along the way, in the air, in addition to the human voice, there is also a kind of east and west in the rippling, sour soup of acid.
In Guiyang, only the teacher's philosophy class, the beauty of Hundred Flowers Lake and the red sour soup silk doll can not be disappointed.