"Can you be of some use?"

At this time, Ding Erzhu also said: "That's right, after finally coming to Shanghai, I have to experience the food in Shanghai no matter what."

"I heard that the food in Shanghai is mainly sweets. Why don't we try local stir-fry dishes?"

Hearing this, Yang Jun suddenly felt a little unhungry.

When he thought that the food in Shanghai mainly consisted of sweets, he suddenly lost his appetite.

As a true northerner, what he hates most is adding sugar to food.

He has always believed that the main reason why southerners are bloodless is because they eat too many sweets and lose their temper.

"Not going."

Yang Jun shook his head and said, "You can eat whatever you like. Anyway, I don't eat local food."

"Uncle Yang, but I really want to try the roast duck from Shanghai." Sun Zhaocai said.

"Yes, godfather, I also want to try local dishes from Shanghai." Ding Erzhu agreed.

Hearing this, Yang Jun pondered for a moment and said, "Let's do this, we three will each have our own thing."

"You go and eat your roast duck, you go and eat your local food, and I'll go and eat what I like."

"After we're done, we'll meet here."

When the two of them heard this, they were delighted.

"Uncle Yang, is that okay if I leave you alone and there is no guarantee of safety?" Sun Zhaocai said.

Hearing this, Yang Jun rolled his eyes: "When did you ever see me in your eyes?"

Sun Zhaocai smiled and said: "This...isn't this a special situation?"

"Okay, you two go quickly and we'll meet here in an hour."

"Okay, Uncle Yang."

"Daddy, let's go. We'll meet here in an hour."

After the two guys left, Yang Jun sighed.

Then he continued to wander on the street with his hands behind his back.

Almost all of the people setting up stalls on the roadside are locals, with very few from outside the area.

Now is the stage of economic turmoil, but people in Shanghai are not that wealthy.

Roadside businesses are almost entirely monopolized by locals.

Yang Jun looked around several street stalls, but he couldn't find an out-of-town stall.

At this time, a stall on the roadside suddenly caught his attention.

This stall was empty and business was very bleak.

The other stalls were busy doing business, but the owner of this stall was sitting there sighing.

"Boss, let's have some vegetable pancakes."

Yang Jun's voice interrupted the stall owner's meditation.

When he saw a customer coming to the door, the boss quickly stood up and greeted him with a smile.

"Sir, please wait a moment and we'll do it right away."

After saying that, the boss took a spoonful of the prepared noodles and started frying pancakes on the griddle.

"Boss, your pancakes are not authentic." Yang Jun said with a smile: "Authentic pancakes are made with whole wheat, not white flour like yours."

Yang Jun was from Northern Jiangsu in his previous life, and he was one of those people who loved to eat pancakes.

No matter where he goes, he loves it.

It has been more than ten years since he came to this world, and he has never eaten vegetable pancakes.

Today, it's not easy to meet him, and he will definitely have a good time.

"Hey, when you look at this gentleman, you are from Northern Jiangsu."

The stall owner smiled and said: "To be honest, I also want to make authentic vegetable pancakes, but..."

"You have also seen the business of my stall. There is no business here. If I had used authentic pancakes, I would have closed down long ago."

When Yang Jun heard this, he couldn't help but nodded in agreement.

The owner of this stall is right, if it were replaced by authentic whole wheat pancakes, there would be no business.

Whole wheat pancakes are hard to eat, and if you don’t have good teeth, you won’t be able to chew them.

Northerners have a hard time eating, let alone southerners.

The stall owner was very skillful, and soon a pancake was baked, and then it was time to add vegetables.

First, a layer of homemade sauce was brushed on the pancakes, then the pre-fried dumplings were placed on top, and then a piece of ham was added.

“Would you like to add cilantro?”

"If you don't want coriander, just add green onions."

"okay."

The boss sprinkled the chopped green onions, and then a vegetable pancake was completed.

"Soup, please eat slowly."

Yang Jun took the pancake and sat down directly at the stall next to him.

"Sir, get up quickly..."

Before the stall owner had time to finish, he saw the owner of a stall selling fried rice noodles walking over.

"If you don't buy my stuff, don't sit in my seat."

When Yang Jun heard this, he looked back.

It turned out that I was sitting in someone else's seat.

This is how a businessman works. If you don't buy his stuff, he will treat you as an enemy. If you buy his stuff, he will treat you differently.

These are the thoughts of people at the bottom of society, and Yang Jun naturally understands them.

When he thought of this, Yang Jun smiled.

"Boss, please order some fried noodles."

The stall owner was stunned for a moment, and then immediately changed his face.

“Would you like something spicy or something sweet?”

"casual."

When the boss saw this, he didn't know what to say, so he went back to the stall and started frying noodles.

After he left, Yang Jun said to the vegetable pancake seller.

"Give me another piece of pancake fruit."

"Have you finished eating?"

The boss pointed to the pancake fruit in Yang Jun's hand, and then pointed to the rice noodles being fried.

"If it's not enough to fill the gap between your teeth, you can just brand it."

"Okay, then I'll brand it for you."

After a while, the rice noodles were delivered.

Yang Jun didn't even look at it and continued eating pancakes.

In less than a minute, a set of pancakes and fruits was finished.

At this time, the boss happened to bring another set of pancakes and fruits.

"One more set." Yang Jun said.

When the boss heard this, he was stunned for a moment, then smiled and returned to the stall to continue making pancakes.

"Sir, at first glance you are from Northern Jiangsu, but your accent sounds a bit like someone from Beijing."

The boss was making pancakes while chatting with Yang Jun.

"People from Xiapi."

Yang Jun said: "It's just that after more than ten years in the capital, my accent has changed."

"Oh, that's it."

When the boss heard this, he nodded and continued: "I am also from Xiapi, and we are still fellow villagers."

"Are you from Xiapi too?"

When Yang Jun heard this, he immediately felt friendly.
To be continued...