44: C44 Eat Only One Mouthful

C44 Eat Only One Mouthful

He picked up the spring roll and ate it. No! The flour was the same. Although it was very crispy and reached the standard, the leek inside was not so pure and the taste was not so good. Finally, the taste of the inferior quality oil was too horrible to eat.

After eating two mouthfuls, Yang Song stood up and said to Meng Shihan, "Alright, it's about time. Let's eat this!" Let's switch to another one! "

Meng Shihan had just taken a bite or two, so she said in confusion, "What's wrong? "Doesn't it taste good?"

"No, Caifeng, you can't eat too much!" Yang Song took out his wallet and paid for breakfast! He left with Meng Shihan.

The Lady Boss was curious. They had clearly ordered something to eat, but why did she suddenly stop eating? But since she had paid for it, it was fine. She could only run over and pack up her breakfast with only one or two mouthfuls.

"Oh, what a waste. Young people these days! "

Right now, Meng Shihan hadn't even wiped the oil off her mouth. She was feeling depressed as she drove and asked, "How much did you eat?" "I won't eat it, I'm still hungry!"

"Is there anything good to eat?" Yang Song was a little depressed. From the moment he entered the first store, the system had given him a message that he would not stop until two hours had passed!

"Yes!" Meng Shihan thought carefully and said, "There's a Soup Dumplings on Lian Village Street! "The boss has also been crafting for decades. The taste of the dishes is very delicious!"

"Then let's go to that house!"

Five minutes later, the car stopped in front of a small bun house. Although the shop was small, there were already so many people queuing up. It was only 6: 30.

Meng Shihan brought Yang Song in and asked tentatively, "Why don't we just have a serving of Soup Dumplings?"

"Other than Soup Dumplings, what else do you have?" Yang Song asked.

"The flour paste is also not bad!" Meng Shihan felt like she was about to cry. The pain of ordering something that couldn't be eaten was too unbearable.

Yang Song looked at his phone and said indifferently, "Boss, the Soup Dumplings and the noodle soup!"

"Just one serving? What about me? "

Meng Shihan quickly asked. However, Yang Song shook his head, and the latter immediately understood.

Yang Song took the spoon and scooped up a spoonful of the pasta paste before putting it into his mouth. This was the seafood noodles paste, Yang Song only needed to take a bite to know that the seafood in the pasta paste was not good for overnight! It brought with it a pungent smell of the sea.

He then gently picked up a Soup Dumplings and placed it on the spoon. Then, he used his chopsticks to tear open a hole and watched the soup slowly flow out. After drinking a mouthful, he picked up the Soup Dumplings and took a small bite.

Sigh, from the moment he picked it up, Yang Song had already discovered three problems. The first was that the skin was too thick, the sauce inside could not be seen. Furthermore, the oil in the soup was greater than the soup, and there was also a problem with the taste of the frozen pig skin.

"Enough! Let's go! "

"Mhmm!" I know! "Don't be in such a hurry!"

Meng Shihan now had two Soup Dumplings stuffed into her mouth. Earlier, she had eaten a mouthful of beans and two mouthfuls of spring roll, making her stomach rumble. But now that Yang Chen had let go, she had no choice but to stuff another Soup Dumplings into her mouth.

"Why are you in such a hurry? It's not like I'm not letting you eat it! " Yang Song looked at Meng Shihan, who was sitting in the driver's seat and breathing in cold air from the heat. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Why did this girl look like a hungry ghost?

The latter rolled her eyes at Yang Song and did not say anything. She sucked in a breath of cold air, alleviated the discomfort in her mouth, then started the car. Without another word, she headed to the next house.

The third was a rice noodle shop that was known as the century-old restaurant. The Yunnan rice noodle store was considered the best in Luo City.

As he walked into the shop, the rich fragrance of the rice flour filled the whole place. Yang Song took a whiff and smiled, saying, "The rice flour tastes good!"

"Really? That's great! "Boss, two servings of rice noodles!" Meng Shihan seemed to see hope, and immediately shouted out.

It was rare for Yang Song to say that it tasted good. It seemed like this bowl of rice flour could be eaten more often! A few minutes later, the rice flour arrived. Yang Song took a look at it, picked up a fan and ate it.

The taste was indeed good. The rice used could also be considered high quality. However, he did not know if it was due to the temperature of the fire, but the boiling was a little rotten and did not have any chewing strength!

It would have been great if it was eaten by an ordinary person, but for Yang Song, it was too clean, washing away the original taste of the fat sausage. The fat sausage was actually like stinky tofu, it did not have that special taste, making people feel as if they were eating rubber.1

Standing up, Yang Song slapped the table, and then said to Meng Shihan who was still blushing: "Let's go!" "Next one!"

Meng Shihan was frightened out of her wits. She almost choked on her fans' words. Glancing sadly at the girl, he stood up and walked away.

Even after eating in three stores, each store only took one bite. Fortunately, Yang Song paid for the dishes, so Meng Shihan didn't mind.

Even after an entire morning had passed, he still hadn't eaten his fill! If it wasn't for Yang Song agreeing to give her the kebabs, Meng Shihan would have left a long time ago.

The whole morning, after eight o'clock, at the last steamed bun shop, Meng Shihan was finally full.

The system's countdown indicated the end of breakfast time.

Yang Song stuffed two steamed buns randomly and told Meng Shihan to bring him home.

"Yang Song, are we going there again at noon?" Meng Shihan asked carefully. After all, he swore to go with Yang Song in the morning, and it seemed like he would be going in for the whole day. Since he had received Yang Song's guarantee, he hadn't had any problems.

Yang Song nodded and said, "That's right! "There's a total of 12 parts of the morning and the evening, and finally, there's the midnight snack."

Oh my god! And midnight snacks? Was he courting his own death?

Noon soon arrived. Yang Song sat inside the restaurant. This was a chicken restaurant. Yang Song picked up a piece of roast chicken and put it in his mouth, carefully tasting it.

"No, this won't do. There's a lot of soil smell. Although it's called a chicken, it's only a free-range chicken raised by science. It's not an authentic chicken!"

"Yang Song, are you leaving?"

Meng Shihan now understood Yang Song's rhythm. This was the third one. The first one was the River Fish Restaurant, and the second was the Sichuan Bamboo Mouse Restaurant!

This was the third one, the chicken house. Yang Song was prepared to leave after eating just one piece.

Yang Song nodded and chuckled, "You know me quite well! "Let's go, the fourth house. It should be ready by noon today!"

Meng Shihan was a little numb now. She stolidly stood up and left with Yang Song.

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