Before he was reborn, Yang Yu was from Jinsheng. He was used to eating Jinsheng flavors. Although he did not reject Sichuan cuisine, he didn't like it very much. So he didn't feel anything about Rongcheng's special snacks. Just take a look and walk forward.

“Authentic buckwheat noodles, the taste is not bad…”

As soon as I walked to the street, a smell of quicklime water and mutton came to my nose. Yang Yu took a deep breath and opened his pores all over his body.

Unexpectedly, in Rongcheng thousands of miles away, there are special snacks with Jinzhou style.

Buckwheat Noodle: Mix the buckwheat noodles with warm water and quicklime water. Press them into a boiling water pot, add the mixed salt and vinegar soup, pour mutton sauerkraut, add some aged vinegar, which has a unique aroma and is famous far and wide.

And listening to the shouts of the food stall owner and looking at his sturdy body, Yang Yu was almost certain that the food stall owner was an authentic Jinsheng native, and he was half a fellow villager now. Although Yang Yu was not crying, his intimacy had already surged in his heart.

"My fellow villager, give me a bowl!"

After chasing a corner seat, Yang Yu greeted him loudly, and spoke in authentic Jinsheng's voice. Even though he was reborn, he still did not forget the Jinsheng's accent that had been engraved in his bones.

"Oh! Come on, fellow villager! Wait a little while, that's good."

When the food stall owner heard the dialect in his hometown, he became particularly affectionate. While busy with his work, he greeted Yang Yu.

"Brother, why did you run so far to sell snacks?"

The buckwheat noodles were just put into the pot, and I guess they had to wait for a while, so Yang Yu started chatting with the owner of the snack stall.

"I found a wife in Rongcheng. I don't love my wife! I followed me to Rongcheng. I haven't been back for several years in a flash. But now the conditions are better and the business is easy to do, so the same is true for wherever I stay."

Simple words, diligent hands and feet, and the owner of the snack stall interprets the style of a man from Jin Province, supporting the door, loving his wife, and earning money to support his family without any ambiguity.

"My fellow villager, come and catch the noodles in the river!"

After a while, a bowl of fragrant buckwheat noodles was placed in front of Yang Yu.

After coming forward and smelling it, Yang Yu suddenly had an appetite. He picked up the chopsticks and sipped his mouth wide.

"Hehe! Authentic? Do you want to add some old vinegar? It's done by yourself and it tastes good!"

Seeing that Yang Yu was having a happy meal, the owner of the food stall came forward with a bottle of Jinsheng flavored old vinegar. The boss brought him food. Seeing that Yang Yu was a fellow villager, he took it out to share.

"Well, um... give me some stuff!"

He nodded and pushed the bowl over, wrapped around buckwheat noodles. Yang Yu spoke in ambiguously.

I have to say that this buckwheat noodles must be paired with old vinegar to taste delicious. Yang Yu almost cried because of his hometown flavor.

"In the future, when you miss home, come here to make a bowl, and it will work."

Is it home? Yang Yu really misses home, his parents in his previous life.

But Yang Yu couldn't help but smile bitterly. It was only 1984 now, and it was still a few years before his birth date in his previous life.

"Can I sit here?"

While Yang Yu was thinking a lot, Ling Fei walked to Yang Yu's desk and pointed to the empty space opposite Yang Yu to ask.

Thoughts were interrupted, Yang Yu turned his head, and the tight floral skirt and plaid coat set off her figure, with black hair like ink pouring straight into her waist, her eyes as cold as a clear spring on the snow mountain, her eyebrows were green, and she had an ethereal and arrogant temperament. Her red lips were not stained but red, she seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and she didn't know where to look, as if she was looking at Yang Yu, as if nothing had caught her eyes.

Yang Yu admitted that this woman was very beautiful, but he was not a treacherous maniac and was not used to eating with strangers. So he pointed to a table next to him without thinking: "Isn't there an empty table here?"

Yang Yu's refusal made Ling Fei stunned, and a different feeling arose in her calm heart. It was the first time that a man who was not attracted by her appearance was not attracted by her appearance. It caused her curiosity. What kind of man is this who is not as good as the world?

After a brief loss of consciousness, Ling Fei came to her senses and pursed her lips and said, "But I am used to sitting at this table."

"I'll do it first."

Concisely speaking, Yang Yu didn't even raise his head this time and was eating noodles on his own. It seemed that the woman in front of him was not as attractive to him as a bowl of buckwhe noodles.

"You guy..." Ling Fei wanted to scold Yang Yu for being confused, but found that it was inappropriate. She took the words back: "Let me sit here, I'll treat you!"

The young lady's twisting force came up, and Ling Fei had to sit at this table.

"Boss, give this girl a bowl of buckwheat noodles and put that table, I'll treat you!"

He looked up and glanced at Ling Fei. Yang Yu pointed to a table next to him, muttering in his heart, is there something wrong with this woman's mind? She doesn't sit on so many empty tables, but she wants to sit on this one? He doesn't believe in any romantic encounters, but only believes that things have a reason. Yang Yu understood that he must be vigilant when he goes out.

"Why are you like this?"

Yang Yu's approach could not be found out at all, but Ling Fei was so angry that she stamped her feet and gritted her teeth in hatred, but it was irrefutable.

"Brother, we are a man from Jinsheng, who is open-minded. This big girl is also a regular here. I guarantee that there is no problem. Just let her sit here!"

Seeing that the two people had a dispute over a seat, the food stall owner came to smooth things over. When Yang Yu heard that she was an old customer here, he put down his guard and accused Ling Fei of sitting at a table with him.

After rolling his eyes, Ling Fei sat opposite Yang Yu in anger, twisting her face to the side.

"Boss, give me another bowl."

After a bowl of buckwheat noodles, Yang Yu raised his chopsticks and greeted the boss with oily mouth.

"What a pig! Eat so much..."

While fiddling with the leaves in the bowl, Ling Fei muttered in a low voice, but he never thought that he would speak loudly for a moment, and Yang Yu on the opposite side could hear it clearly.

Looking up, Yang Yu stared at him with an expressionless face. Ling Fei was so scared that she hurriedly buried her head and started eating. Did she say anything just now? She didn't say anything... Yes, she just said nothing.

After eating two bowls of buckwheat noodles, Yang Yu was satisfied with eating them. He patted his stomach and stood up, and prepared to leave.

"Hey! Little brother, I haven't given the money yet!"

Seeing that Yang Yu was about to leave, the owner of the snack stall quickly called Yang Yu.

"Didn't she ask me? Let her give me money."

Yang Yu was stunned, turned around and pointed at Ling Fei, his eyes not blinking.

"puff……!"

Ling Fei, who was eating noodles, almost spit out a mouthful. Oh my God, who is this person? He has no demeanor at all. He thought that Ling Fei had told her that she paid for it and only ate two bowls. Why is such a handsome young man so petty?

Turning his head to look at Ling Fei who was stunned. Yang Yu smiled and turned around and left without looking back. It was not that he didn't want to pay for this little money, but just now Ling Fei called him a pig, and Yang Yu deliberately disgusted her...
Chapter completed!