"Forgotten and worried mother on the iron bowl, this little slave recognizes it!"

Li Yifeng knew that the lady had fought on the old wasteland, and the iron bowl was adjacent to the old wasteland. During this time, the lady recovered a lot of memories.

It really made Li Gongfeng guess that the mother not only had exchanges with the lady, but the friendship was not shallow.

"When I was fighting with Nezhou at the beginning, the iron bowl was raised around the support to ensure that the front line was not broken. This friendship alone, the little slave should not forget her!"

Li Yifeng told Pan Dehai's wanting to form an alliance with her mother -in -law, and told the singing machine: "Baby lady, it is better to take a chance to see the forgetful mother."

The lady thought for a long time: "Xianggong, it's okay to look at it, but Pan Dehai's character, Xianggong knows that if you forget your mother who don't want to alliance with him, what should this matter be good?"

Li Yifeng said: "Mother -in -law is relieved, this matter will never be reluctant. If you don't agree with your mother, you should take you and your sisters to the old."

The lady is full of joy:, "That little slave is waiting for Xianggong in the main room."

Li Yifeng went to the iron bowl and wanted to find the unforgettable mother. It was not difficult. She was not the same as other god gods. She was not hiding in the dark, and she lived on the bright side.

The iron bowl is a city, which is not as large as Greenwater City, but it is slightly larger than the Hai Eating Ridge.

Hai Ridoring is divided into San Daoling, Yidao Ridge is the city, Erdaoling is the town, and the San Daoling is the village.

The iron bowl is divided into two posts.

Li Yifeng arrived at a post to look at the pocket watch, 12:30 noon, just right.

He wants to find a restaurant for dinner. There are more than ten miles in the main street in one post and a house with more than a hundred restaurants on the street.

With so many restaurants, so many guests come to eat?

There are really, many big restaurants are full of guests. Li Yifeng walked a few in a row, and there were no seats.

Judging from the situation in the restaurant, there are many people in the iron bowl, and they are very rich.

Li Yifeng entered the hutong and found a small restaurant. This shop was quiet. There were two lines of tables in the house of less than 20 square meters. There was no guest.

"Do you still do business?" Li Yifeng asked.

The shop is a man in his fifties, sitting behind the counter, staring at Li Yifeng for a while: "Do you eat?"

"Um.

The store pulled the chair: "You sit."

Li Yifeng sat down and waited for the menu.

A bowl of stewed meat and a bowl of rice on the store: "You look at it and feel delicious.

If you want to change others, you will be scared away. How can there be such a business.

Li Zhefeng didn't ask much. He clamped a piece of meat and chewed it in his mouth. The soup penetrated into the mouth of the shredded texture. The rich fragrance was full of nose and nose.

The fat meat is smooth and lean is firmer. After chewing for a long time, Li Zhefeng was reluctant to swallow.

This person's cooking skills are so good.

Li Yifeng ate a bowl of stewed meat, mixed the broth into the rice, and the rice was clean.

The price of this bowl of meat was roughly measured, and Li Yifeng put down two banknotes.

He got up and had to leave.

Li Yifeng nodded: "It's delicious."

"That's OK," the store stuffed the money to Li Yifeng. "I don't do this business. The shop will be closed tomorrow. I invite you to eat this meal, you go slowly."

Li Yifeng frowned: "Why didn't the business do it?"

The store bowed his head to clean up the chopsticks: "Because I don’t deserve to be a chef."

"Are you not worthy? So who can match it?"

"Who can match it, it depends on what you want to say, and those who can match all live in Erdaogang," the store accepted the chopsticks and watched Li Yifeng and smiled.

'I have been doing business here for thirty years, and every time I go to forget the worries, I take this bowl of stew. In the past thirty years, I have gone hundreds of times, and every time I want to do my best

But every time she is talking about a word, I don’t deserve it,

Since it is not worthy of a chef, what shop I still open? Even if this business is done. "

"Is he looking down on your home -cooked dishes?"

"Who knows?" The store put the chopsticks into the sink, and sat at the counter expressionlessly Li Yifeng to the door of the shop, and asked the shopkeeper: "How do you plan in the future?"

The store shook his head: "I died today without it."

Li Yifeng looked at the store for a moment, this is not like talking.

The store looked calmly: "All I said just now is serious, and I really die. I have worked as a stranger for a lifetime, and live in the province.

Li Yifeng stopped at the door and asked: _ "Is there any meat?"

The store's certificate: "You come again?"

"In the lunch box, bring it to Erdaogang, I go with you, I want to ask who is a chef for the forgetful mother."

The store thought Li Yifeng was crazy.

Li Yifeng went directly to the donkey: "You are crazy, anyway, you are all dead, and you go out with a lunatic, and you will not suffer."

The store thought, it also made sense. Even the soup belt was in a iron bowl. The iron bowl had a lid. The lid was strictly covered.

Walking on the road, the two chatted. Li Yifeng learned that the shop was called Yue Lao Tang. He stayed in the post for most of his life and had no chance to go to Erdao Gang to do business.

The iron bowl is the latter three -point land. The boundary is not special, but people are very special. People here are proud of being able to live in Erdao. There are also people who have stayed in one job like him for a lifetime.

Erdao Gang's terrain is slightly higher than one job, and the boundary boundary is much smaller than one job, but there are more places in such a small place. The restaurant is more than one job. On the entire street, except for a theater, two books, the rest, and the remaining all the whole.

It's a restaurant.

But the levels of these restaurants are not high, there are few big restaurants, a large number of small restaurants, and a lot of pushing the car to sell along the street.

Li Zhefeng thought that the home -cooked dishes who didn't look at the small restaurant did not seem to be such a situation.

Yue Lao Tang hugged the iron bowl and came to Haowan Street and entered the vinegar plate alley.

After entering the door, to the yard, this yard is not wide, but it is really long enough. From the door to the house, there are more than 50 meters visually.

The yard is full of people, and everyone is holding an iron bowl in their hands. The size and style are exactly the same.

Yue Lao Tang introduced: "This bowl was sent by forgetful mother. These are all chefs who come to the job. Forgotten the food, as long as this dish, forget the worries about the satisfaction of the mother.

Move to Erdao Gang to do business. "

After a while, more than a dozen people came out from the house to the yard. These dozen people have men and women, and they are old and young.

Yue Lao Tang knew them:! "These are disciples of forgetfulness."

The disciples set up two lines of tables in the yard, and many chefs put their iron bowls on the table.

Yue Lao Tang didn't dare to cut in the line. He put the iron bowl on the last table. A disciple shouted: "Open the bowl!"

A group of chefs opened the iron bowl, Li Yifeng looked up, there were dumplings, soup noodles, roast chicken, dumplings, and a bowl of tofu brain.

Then, then

Yue Lao Tang snorted: "" This is too treacherous to sell tofu, this is to make the ungrate -worrying mother's self -reinforcement, the taste must be very different! "

"Bouring is not the point." Li Yifeng stared at the bowl of tofu brain for a long time. He didn't believe that a bowl of tofu could make it better than stew!

After a while, the worries came out of the house.

In the impression of Li Yifeng, the image of food repair is mostly full. The little fat has become like a thin intestinal silkworm. He knows other food repair.

She is not thin, but she is very well -proportioned. She looks more than thirty and looks handsome. She is also very handsome.

It was just that she was a bit tacky, with a golden mule in her head, and two huge golden rings hanging on her sister -in -law. She walked and dangled, as if she deliberately told others that her ravioli was sufficient.

The fat powder on the face is thick and greasy, the eyebrows are deep, the lips are bright red, and the body is wearing a green gauze, the placket is half -covered, and the bright red bib is looming.

Wearing a red skirt on the lower body, red dazzling, wearing a pair of green embroidered shoes under your feet, you have to wear this red with green to the end.

When I was worried about the yard, walked to the table, and ate a dumplings first.

She is quite satisfied with this dumpling: "There is a growth, make two pounds of ravioli next month, and come again."

The promise of selling dumplings, Li Yifeng asked, "Is this it?"

Yue Lao Tang shook his head again and again: "Far away, if it is done, it will become today. Let him come again tomorrow.

I guess it is not possible. "

Forgotten mother ate a few more dumplings and gave the remaining dumplings to her disciples. She walked in front of the next chef, took two sips, ate half a grilled chicken, stunned her fingers, and commented: "Almost angry,

Go to the kitchen first. "

Li Yifeng asked Yue Lao Tang: "Is the kitchen waiting for?"

Yue Lao Tang nodded again and again: "This is a bit hopeful, anyway, I never have the opportunity to go to the kitchen."

For the family who eats the family, there are those who let it come again tomorrow, and some who pass away on the spot. Only the chef who is tofu is left on the spot.

"You come to Erdao Gang's house tomorrow."

The rubbing of tofu said: "I haven't praised the money that moved enough, and let me push me to the Erdao Gang to sell tofu tomorrow, I will be content."
To be continued...