The breakfast time is pretty good. At least the sanitation workers have almost finished their work today, and the roadside stalls that offer breakfast have also been set up. They are spread out at those crowded intersections, and there is no need to shout at them. Anyone will come naturally.

Peng Cheng ran with Beibei for a long time without looking back. He stretched the girl's arm and pulled her hard. She struggled, but he ignored it. Perhaps as soon as he let go, she would really stop and would never follow him again.

He was out of breath, and Beibei could no longer run. Peng Cheng said he wanted to drink mutton soup, and said that mutton soup was delicious and was his favorite thing to eat. Anyway, it was still early, so he could look for it. He said he wanted Beibei to taste it.

"No one drinks mutton soup in the morning." Beibei lied again. She didn't want to leave anymore, and her steps were dragging behind her heavily. Nothing was just to stop and rest.

I found two stops and Peng Cheng pushed them all over again. Most of the stalls along the street were soy milk fried dough sticks, porridge and pies. There were a few stores selling wontons, but there were no mutton soup.

They were both very tired, and the young man's forehead was sweating. Beibei complained all the way, but he was still very persistent. He said that the mutton soup was so delicious and would not be sold without it, and he would definitely find it.

Finally, Beibei could no longer walk. Seeing another small stall selling pies in front of her, she took a few steps and sat down. She was sure that this one was the one, and she would never leave no matter what she said. Perhaps seeing that she could not persuade her, Peng Cheng also sat down, feeling disappointed. He seemed a little disappointed, and looked unhappy with his head down.

Beibei didn't like to see his moral character. She turned her face and rolled her eyes. The young man didn't see the girl's disdain. He shouted at the boss and lowered his head to play with the chopsticks on the table, feeling a little dyingly powerless: "Does the boss have mutton soup?"

As soon as this said, the girl suddenly felt that she was holding her head in her hands. This guy was so paranoid that she had been walking for so long that she had no change in her insistence on the mutton soup. She couldn't stand it. She was anxious and stared at him with her brow and shouted, "Come on the boss of Wu Zhang Pie." She ignored his stubbornness about mutton soup, so she ate the pie, and whoever she liked to drink mutton soup would drink mutton soup.

"A bowl of mutton soup is here, here are you." The boss shouted and brought the mutton soup and the pie to the table. It seemed as if it had been prepared earlier, just waiting for the two of them to come. The speed was really fast.

Peng Cheng pursed his lips and laughed. Beibei opened his mouth and looked at the things on the table. Everyone was stunned. It was as strange as seeing a ghost. After searching for so long, why did he still bring such a fun?

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What is mutton soup? Beibei has never drunk it before. I only heard that it is a milky white soup made from sheep internal organs. It is made with mutton offal and soup, and mixes it with the ingredients himself. As for the taste, it has always been mixed. People who like it say it is a rare delicacy and it is addicted to drinking soup. However, some people say that this thing tastes weird and disgusting, like the smell of sheep shit.

Beibei stared at the turbid liquid brought by the boss. She looked at it for a long time and didn't want to drink it. This mutton soup is really not like something good to drink. The old-fashioned white porcelain blue-edged bowl makes this dirty and wrinkled thing look more like the dishwashing water in the kitchen of a small restaurant, which is not uncommon.

"Do you want to try it?" Peng Cheng scooped the soup with a spoon and shook it at Beibei.

"I don't want it." The girl refused decisively without thinking. Not only did the soup look bad, but it also had a smell of smell. It was very refreshing and refreshing. Beibei could not control it.

Peng Cheng was rejected by the girl, and he was not angry. He adjusted the ingredients and started drinking. He really liked it very much. From time to time, he squeaked his lips hard, and enjoyed it very much.

He scooped up a piece of sheep paste and insisted on handing it to Beibei's mouth: "Wife, try it, will it smell like this?"

"Stinky, I smell it, I'm a dog." Beibei hurriedly waved his hand, turned his head, and avoided it.

"It's not smelly, you can taste it." Peng Cheng didn't relax at all. He insisted on lifting it to the girl's mouth, and then looked at her with disgust. Perhaps the girl's disgust for that thing was not as true as she said. She seemed to have been very loose all the time, and the hardest thing was almost that mouth.

It was bitten in the mouth, to be honest, it was not smelly, sheep mixed teeth, and Beibei actually felt that the meat scent unique to animal internal organs and the chewyness that was pulled and fought each other, which was quite delicious.

After eating a piece, Peng Cheng stopped pestering her. The girl looked at him shaking her head and tail with her head and tail. The smell of meat in her mouth didn't go away for a long time, thinking that the dirty thing might not be so unbearable. Soon she was a little greedy by the sound of Peng Cheng deliberately making. If she didn't drink some soup, it would be dry, terrible and greasy.

Probably, he understood Beibei's coveted look. Peng Cheng called the boss and asked her for another bowl. He carefully prepared the ingredients, added pepper and salt, tasted it and felt it was good, so he pushed it to Beibei's eyes: "Wife, try it, this is really delicious."

He looked at her with great anticipation, as if he had won the grand prize. The young man was so flirted with his eyes. He had prepared the soup and the steps were just right. He comfortably hit the girl's most numb and itchy acupoints. It was a bit unkind if he didn't drink them.

How to describe the taste of mutton soup! The girl pinched her eyebrows and savored it. It was still a bit smelly when she first entered her mouth, but the fragrant smell was pure and beautiful and thick after the smell at the mouth.

"It's not delicious, it's not bad." Beibei said deliberately, and when he stretched out his tongue, he realized that he was too pretentious.

"This is not delicious! You drink again, you drink again." Peng Cheng did not accept Beibei's disgust of mutton soup and insisted that she taste it again.

"I lie to you! It's delicious and delicious." Two ridiculous children, Beibei drank all the mutton soup in just a few mouthfuls, licked her mouth, and felt that she was still unsatisfied.

Peng Cheng also smiled with satisfaction, hehe, laughing happily, revealing a row of teeth, and the scar on his mouth changed shape. He rarely smiled so brightly, and his heart was finally pried open and filled with sunshine.

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He floated a little far away, and the bragging in his mouth could no longer stop: "If you put too much pepper, there will be no so much meatiness. Do you understand? Just taste it, wait for the spicy pepper to pass." Peng Cheng said as he scooped a mouthful of the soup and put it in his mouth. He still felt that he couldn't express it clearly while gesturing.

Beibei suddenly regretted it. She drank the meat aroma with pepper that Peng Cheng said too quickly and didn't taste it. Isn't this the Zhu Bajie in Journey to the West? The ginseng fruit was in its stomach, so anxious that it didn't taste it carefully, but it was hard to drink another bowl.

"Wife, this mutton soup is average. The best mutton soup in our place is a big bowl of soup. On the other side of Lu Street, I cook it better than this. Really, I will cook it for you when I have time. I have been drinking this thing since I was a child. You can cook it for you and try it. It is much better than this." Peng Cheng paid the money, stood up, and didn't forget to blow it! Beibei seemed to really believe it, she listened obediently and looked forward to it.

"Boss, add some soup." A sister from the table next to her suddenly shouted, and the boss shouted in a signature style again, carrying a big rice spoon and scooping a spoon from the big soup pot, and smilingly went to the elder sister.

Beibei was stunned at first. Seeing that the soup was poured into the bowl, she sat back on the stool, stared at Peng Cheng's face, and blinked: "Can this thing add soup?" Seeing that Peng Cheng nodded, she looked at the leftover bowl she had eaten in a tangled manner, and then looked at Peng Cheng.

"Wife, next time, next time! We're all checking out."

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After waiting for only three days, Beibei could no longer hold back. The rich and mellow taste of mutton soup always stirred her, especially because she already knew that the thing could be added to the soup, so the small peasant consciousness in her bones made her feel that she must drink it again. By the way, she would not lose the money after drinking the soup that she didn't add to the last time.

Early in the morning, Peng Cheng left countless cigarette butts downstairs in his house. He was always so early that Beibei never thought about what it was for.

Sometimes things that are taken for granted are not necessarily true. It is as if Beibei always thought that Peng Cheng was early because of his overly unbearable longing. However, women often overestimate this longing, at least they always overestimate the length of time when this longing reacts in men's heads. So they trample on them wantonly and do not cherish them, thinking that it can always be something that can be given. I don't know which day or time may stop reflecting.

Peng Cheng as usual prepared ingredients for Beibei: "Slow down, hot, why are you so anxious?"

He blamed her, but was not really angry, and did not hand the bowl to Beibei. He just slowly reasoned to her. He used a spoon and made soup to melt the ingredients evenly in the soup. After fiddling enough, he handed them to the girl, placed them close to her on the table, and pushed them to Beibei. This time he asked for a flower roll, and he said that the flower roll was the perfect match for the mutton soup. The mutton soup was too fragrant and it would get tired of eating the pie.

The milky white soup seemed to be different from the previous one, and it was a little yellow, like some oil poured into the milk: "Wife, this one looks a bit like that?" Peng Cheng said, lowering his head and sneering.

"What?" Beibei sniffed, the strange fishy smell seemed to be heavier than the last time. She took the spoon and scooped it up, but the taste was even stronger than the last time: "This time it tastes good."

"If you drink it, drink it and prepare some flower rolls to avoid getting tired of it." The young man pushed the flower rolls to the girl and slowly prepared another bowl of soup. He was very proud.

Before Peng Cheng's soup was prepared, Beibei licked her lips slightly moisturized with oily flowers, and raised her hand to the owner of the breakfast stall: "Boss add soup." She looked at Peng Cheng, blinked playfully, and smiled so brightly, making the young man's heart tighten.

She didn't eat a bite of flower rolls, she just drank all the soup, and a pile of black sheep offal was exposed in the soup bowl, soaking it in the milky white soup that was still left.

Seeing that Beibei liked it, Peng Cheng was also very happy. He pushed the plate of the scroll in front of Beibei again: "Eat some flower rolls, don't you get tired of it." Then he touched her arm, and the girl seemed to be hit by something.

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The owner of the breakfast stall took a big scoop of water and stirred it in a large soup pot. The inappropriate scoop seemed bigger than the pot, and the movements were always light, even if it was a little harder, it would spill out all over the floor. He scooped up a layer of bottom, the pitiful soup, walked over from a distance, poured it into the bowl in front of Beibei. The yellow and white soup had not yet been fully integrated, and yellow scoops were drawn in the soup bowl, just right, a large bowl, as if it hadn't even been drunk.

Beibei still didn't eat flower rolls. She just drank soup, full of happiness. She squinted her eyes slightly aftertaste. Peng Cheng became even happier. He looked at her laughing with his ears, smiling secretly, making the scar hideous and gloomy.

Like a needle, the scar stimulated Beibei. She subconsciously lowered her head and did not go to see him. She just focused on drinking the soup. Soon, she was exposed in the soup bowl. The girl raised her hand and said, "Boss, add soup."

The restaurant stall owner came again with a long scoop of water. He didn't say he was unhappy or he couldn't tell that he was unhappy. Instead, he happily poured all the bowls for Beibei.

"You eat some flower rolls, my wife, that thing is not hungry, you eat some, don't be hungry." Peng Cheng didn't care whether it was suitable or not, and put the flower rolls on Beibei's soup bowl. Then the girl took a bite. With the foundation of two bowls of soup, Beibei slowly tasted it. The flower rolls were indeed better than pie, and they didn't snatch the taste of the soup, so they picked up the noodles.

"Wife, are you thirsty?" Peng Cheng finally couldn't hold it in. Even though he knew it wasn't, he insisted on making a joke.

Beibei glanced at Peng Cheng and ignored him. She was not confused about how he would treat him. Soon the third bowl of soup was gone again. This time, there was no more lamb distill in the bowl. Beibei turned around and raised her hand to the owner of the restaurant stall, but Peng Cheng held it down: "Wife, why don't we buy another bowl!"
Chapter completed!