At this time, the tables and chairs were all full of people, most of them were lying on their heads to eat noodles, and only a few were sitting there waiting for the meal to come.

"Huang Cui, Huang Cui." An old lady came from outside, looked around the room, and shouted.

"Here you come." A voice came from the small door behind the counter. Then Huang Cui walked in with two bowls of noodles and put them in front of the person waiting. Then she raised her head and said with a smile: "Aunt Liu, should I buy pickles or eat?"

"Buy pickles, you can pick some of each of the pickles for 15 cents and make up a pound." Aunt Liu glanced at the mushroom sauce and her lips moved, but when she thought of asking for 30 cents per pound, she finally resisted and couldn't bear to buy it.

Huang Cui saw Aunt Liu's hesitation. She took Aunt Liu's bowl, poured the beaten pickles in, and then dug a little from the mushroom sauce, but it was just a bite and put it in.

"Aunt Liu, you are an old customer. This is for you, so you don't have any money." Huang Cui enthusiastically handed Aunt Liu the bowl full of pickles.

"You daughter, you are so polite." Aunt Liu's eyes suddenly narrowed into a line. She put down the money and left happily with a bowl.

"What do you want to buy some?" Huang Cui saw Lu Yuan standing silently at the door of the store. She was stunned at first. Which child is this, she looks so handsome and dressed and knew that she was a high-end product. After inquiring, she asked Lu Yuan with a smile.

"I'll need a portion of noodles first." Lu Yuan saw someone leaving after eating, and a free space was freed up by the table in the house. So he walked towards the space and sat down.

"Okay." Huang Cui was even more curious when she heard Lu Yuan speak not locally, but Mandarin that was as singular as on the radio. Apart from the educated youth, she had never heard others speak Mandarin. In this small county town, those educated youth who spoke Mandarin had already left. Besides, looking at Lu Yuan's age, he didn't look like an educated youth. This should be a relative from a big city nearby...

Huang Cui guessed while picking up the tray and going to the backyard to finish the face.

Lu Yuan was indeed hungry. When the pepper noodles were placed in front of him, the bright red pepper oil and emerald green vegetable leaves instantly made Lu Yuan's index finger move. He picked up the chopsticks, picked up the chopsticks, and "sucked" them, feeling a spiciness entered his throat. Lu originally thought that the bowl of red noodles would be very spicy, but he didn't expect that there was a strong fragrance in his mouth.

Lu Yuan suddenly had an appetite and a bowl of noodles quickly became alive. In the cold winter, a dense layer of sweat appeared on his forehead. After eating, Lu Yuan put down his chopsticks and felt comfortable all over.

No wonder my grandfather never forgets it. He is so delicious just because the noodles are so delicious. The taste of pickles must be wrong.

Lu Yuan took out a handkerchief and wiped his mouth, stood up, walked to the counter, and said to Huang Cui, who was collecting money, "Boss, fill me three pounds of every pickle in your house."

Huang Cui raised her head in surprise, looked at Lu Yuan, and said hesitantly: "Young man, these more than a dozen pickles are three pounds each, which is almost fifty pounds. Are you sure you want to be so much? Can you finish eating it?"

Lu Yuan didn't expect there were so many varieties of pickles, so he couldn't help but be stunned. It was more than fifty pounds... It was hard to take it. He seemed to have forgotten to ask his grandfather what kind of pickles he wanted.

"Boss, which pickle tastes the best?"

"Every pickles in our house tastes very good. It depends on what you want spicy, salty or sour." Huang Cui saw Lu Yuan still looked confused and continued to say patiently: "The price of mushroom sauce and sour bamboo shoots here is the highest, 30 cents per pound. People who buy it say it tastes good, and the remaining spicy diced diced cabbage, all of which are 10 cents per pound, and many people who buy it."

According to Lu Yuan’s usual style of buying things, he naturally chose expensive ones to buy, so he thought for a while and said, “The mushroom sauce and sour bamboo shoots cost five kilograms each, and the rest should be one kilogram each.”

"Okay, I'll put it for you." Huang Cui saw Lu Yuan empty-handed and didn't even ask him what to use for him. She took out a small jar from the store and packed it for him. Then she took out a cloth bag and put the jars in place. She raised her head and said, "A bowl of noodles costs 50 cents, pickles cost 405 cents in total, and the jars cost 100 cents in total. Together, you can get 600 cents in total. If you wipe off the fraction, it will be 600 cents in total."

Lu Yuan paid the money and handed it to Huang Cui. Seeing that it was getting late, he asked Huang Cui about how to get to Xiaxian Guesthouse.

Huang Cui was even more surprised. She asked in confusion: "Young man, you have a foreigner with an accent. You are not here to visit relatives?"

"No, aunt." Lu Yuan didn't want to say much, he replied simply.

Huang Cui and Sun Xingfu have learned a lot after so many years of observation. She looked at Lu Yuan without saying much, so she didn't ask any more. She enthusiastically told Lu Yuan how to get to the county guesthouse. After Lu Yuan thanked him, he left with pickles.

After checking in at the guesthouse, Lu Yuan finished washing up, he lay down and fell asleep quickly.

The next morning, after Lu Yuan got up, he thought about going back, but when he remembered the noodles he ate last night, he couldn't help but go to Sun's pickle shop. The shop in the morning was still crowded. Lu Yuan was surprised to see that in addition to someone eating chili noodles, there was also Hu spicy soup.

After all, this is a food in the north, and Zhenping County belongs to the south, so it is really strange to see it here.

Lu Yuan recognized Hu La Tang, which was also a few years ago when his father took him on a business trip and tried it in the north. The taste is still unforgettable for him. But he didn't expect that he could even meet the things he hadn't eaten in the provincial capital of the capital.

Lu Yuan drank two bowls in a row, but he was still a little unsatisfied. If he hadn't been able to drink it anymore, he would have wanted to drink another bowl. The taste of this Hu spicy soup was even better than what he remembered.

Huang Cui saw Lu Yuan in the morning. Lu Yuan bought so many pickles yesterday, so when she gave Lu Yuan a hot soup, she was very full, so Lu Yuan was very full of food...

After breakfast, Lu Yuan walked out of the store amid Huang Cui's enthusiasm shouting and coming again next time, but he walked not far but suddenly stopped.

"Do you want to see her?" Lu Yuan clenched his hands and let go, and he felt very conflicted. The address kept popping up in his mind last night. He wanted to see Mu Xiu, but he didn't know what to do when he saw her.

Just as Lu Yuan was struggling in his heart, he suddenly saw a figure flashing past in front of him.
Chapter completed!