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Chapter 36 The Golden Roujiamo of the Last Century, Stories of the Last Century (Part 1)

When the overcooked braised pork in cured sauce is sandwiched into the hot white steamed buns, the aroma of the braised pork and wheat noodles mixed together immediately becomes the most intoxicating flavor.

This kind of taste is completely different from the high-end dishes in the top dining trucks. It represents the simplest pursuit of human beings-eat full! Eat well!

And delicacies like Roujiamo can always bring people a sense of security.

Think about it, on a snowy night, you sit by the stove and bite off a piece of Roujiamo, which is crispy in the mouth, fat and thin, and you have just chewed the slightly hot Roujiamo and wheat noodles twice.

When the wonderful taste of pork and pork is still lingering in your lips and teeth, what will it be like to take another sip of chicken soup?

This is happiness, security, and worthiness in this world...

I hope that at this time you can open the closed door and open the window of the soul that has been sealed for a long time; you may find a little girl squatting under the eaves of your house, with a few boxes of matches in a plastic bag.

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She had become extremely thin and was shivering in the freezing cold wind.

She was so naive, thinking that just lighting a few matches would bring her warmth, but she didn't know that when a bigger storm came, there would be no paradise in her dream...

Please pass the meat bun in your hand to her!

Let her trembling long eyelashes stop trembling because of the cold!

This most simple and common delicacy has such magic power.

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There may not be a little girl shivering in the cold wind on x164, but there are nearly a thousand greedy passengers waiting for food. With the experience at noon, the passengers have already made all preparations, with mobile phones and change in their hands.

Just waiting for the long-awaited food to be delivered to you.

Passengers boarding from Chang'an, Tongcheng, Jincheng and other stations were looking forward to it with great anticipation. Chef Zhou's braised pig's trotters at noon did not disappoint them. I wonder what will happen to this hometown's Roujiamo?

Speaking of hometown, everyone has a special pride, which includes the food of hometown.

People from Chang'an once said that there is no more meat buns or mutton dumplings outside Chang'an!

The people of Tongcheng and Jincheng also said not to mention beef ramen to me after leaving Yongliang! Remember, there has never been beef ramen in this world, it should be called Jincheng beef noodles!

Except for the beef noodles in my hometown, any noodles from other places are not worthy of being called noodles, they are all garbage!

For the northwest people in the car, even if this Roujiamo was made by Master Zhouzhou, they still have the right to doubt it!

...

The sound of knives in the kitchen was heard again, just like the rain falling on the plantains in spring, it was so nice;

Accompanied by intensive and rhythmic knife sounds, pieces of braised pork in cured sauce were chopped into pieces.

Even when moving the knife rapidly, Zhou Zhou can still accurately control the ratio of fat to lean. Forty percent fat and sixty percent lean is the perfect ratio. Don't mention all lean in front of me. That is a complete heresy.

!

Now as long as Zhou Zhou uses the knife, Chen Yan will immediately turn into a quiet and delicate girl.

She firmly believes that Zhou Zhou's sword sound is a moving serenade, and it is the kind that makes girls unable to help themselves when hearing it...

"What are you staring at? Get the lunch box!"

Chef Zhou, who was engrossed in his work, didn't even look at Chen Yan, whose eyes had turned shiny. He urged impatiently, and then Chen Yan woke up and hurriedly spread out twenty lunch boxes on the table.

The Baiji steamed bun that had just been taken out of the electronic oven was still hot to the touch, but Zhou Zhou had the ability to hold the hot steamed bun with one hand, cut it with a knife with the other, and at the same time stuff the braised pork with cured sauce that had not had time to cool down and turned golden red.

Go in, and put a spoonful of the chicken soup that you started cooking in the morning into the soup compartment of each lunch box, and you have a mouth-watering Roujiamo set meal.

The setting sun shines through the small window on the kitchen side of the dining car, and it just shines on this box of meat buns set meal. After being refracted by the transparent lunch box, the white buns with golden burn marks and the golden red braised pork are slightly exposed.

Suddenly, the light appeared like gold.

Chen Yan was dumbfounded. She had only seen this scene in comics in her childhood, right?

"What are you stunned for? This thing won't taste good when it's cold. Let's serve it quickly!"

Remember, Roujiamo is ten yuan a piece, chicken soup is five yuan, and this box of Roujiamo set is only fifteen yuan!"

Zhou Zhou didn't stop holding the kitchen knife in his hand. He hurriedly drove Chen Yan out of the kitchen and began to prepare the goods for Xiao Zhang.

In order to ensure the taste of the Roujiamo, almost all the conductors on board x164 were dispatched, and sales carts formed a long queue in front of the kitchen door.

First it was fried noodles, then braised pig's trotters, and now it's meat buns... These delicacies delivered directly to each carriage are so tempting that they even directly affect the business of fine dishes in the dining car;

Aunt Xia was already a little anxious. If this continued, she might not be able to settle the bill in the end. If the average price evenly divided was lower than the guide price given above, she, the train conductor, would be responsible.

Chen Yan quickly embarked on the 'return' road, and skillfully passed by Li Dazui, who was hurriedly pushing a sales trolley.

The sales were so hot that they often had to travel several times in one carriage. Often the passengers in the front carriage would have their mouths full of fat, while the passengers in the rear carriage would look at each other like ants on a hot pot.

There used to be a queue for the toilet at the junction of the carriages, but now it is empty. Passengers are afraid of delaying Chef Zhou's top-quality meat buns, so they have emptied their stomachs in advance.

"Rourou, are you sure you don't want to eat?"

Thanks to Su Rou's favor, Lu Meiqi bought two Roujiamo set meals at once.

x164 originally did not engage in hunger sales, but there were so many people wanting to buy Roujiamo. Under the huge temptation of this famous local delicacy, even those passengers who did not like noodles temporarily put aside their principles and prepared to become noodle lovers.

, but in desperation, we can only limit the purchase to one per seat.

Su Rou looked up at Lu Meiqi hesitantly. This guy had even wiped off his beloved lipstick in advance. His originally small red lips were now open like a dinosaur.

After taking a bite, the Baiji bun made a slight clicking sound. Lu Meiqi didn't even have time to wipe away the grease flowing down the corner of her mouth, and she let out a dreamy praise: "Oh, oh, oh!

So...so fragrant!

Rourou...I won't lie to you!

The Roujiamo made by Master Zhou really has 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 90 layers, and there seems to be more!"

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Su Rou rolled her eyes, but could no longer control her curiosity.

Why do I have to set foot on x164? I’ve already eaten the pig’s front toe, do I still want to eat this meat-filled roujiamo?

Lu Meiqi finished her Roujiamo in three mouthfuls. She quietly glanced at Su Rou and saw that she seemed to be still hesitating, and she was immediately overjoyed.

"It's true, Master Zhou. He knows that a beautiful woman like our Mr. Su can't like to eat fat meat, but he still refuses to provide pure lean meat buns... Forget it, it's still my job for you.

Come and do it for me, why are we sisters?"

He stretched out his oily hand and ran towards Su Rou's meat buns.

"You are so beautiful! Who said I won't eat it?"

Su Rou slapped her hand away, quickly grabbed the meat bun, put it to her mouth and took a bite.

"Click..."

Although there was only a crisp sound of the white bun being bitten, Su Rou's sensitive tongue still felt the pleasure brought about by breakthroughs layer by layer.
Chapter completed!
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