The little boy sat in front of the window and looked at the food in the hands of the shop owner.
What was this? He had never seen it before.
It looks delicious!
The little boy stared at it and forgot that he was in class.
Until the teacher walked to his side and followed his gaze.
Stewed onion bun!
！！！
The teacher's eyes widened. This was his favorite food since he was young!
Only they had it. Ever since they came to Fuzhou from university and worked in Fuzhou after graduation, they had almost forgotten what it tasted like!
The teacher was also amazed. He really wanted to eat it.
The next second, whispers sounded in the classroom. The teacher then remembered that he was still in class.
"Zhang Mingxu, what are you looking at?"
The teacher coughed awkwardly and pretended to be serious.
The little boy who was peeking at Jiang Yang heard the teacher's voice and immediately turned around in shock. He sat upright.
He stared at the blackboard and pretended to study seriously.
"Class monitor, please read this paragraph.”
The teacher walked to the podium and looked out of the wall unconsciously.
Her thoughts seemed to have returned to her childhood when she was in class. At that time, there was a small stall selling scallion stewed meat at the school gate every four in the afternoon.
This kind of food stall usually appeared at four o'clock in the afternoon and closed before six o'clock. Primary and secondary school students who came home from school were its main customers.
Therefore, there was basically scallion stew at the entrance of every school.
Moreover, the taste of these snacks in big restaurants was not very good. They had to go to the streets and alleys. The taste of those small stalls was authentic.
The teacher clearly saw another customer walking past the stall. Under the cover of the big tree, he could only see a pair of good-looking hands busy at the stall.
The boss smeared a little oil on the bottom of the pot, wrapped two pieces of youtiao and green onions in the spring roll skin, and stuck them to the bottom of the pot. He pressed them down with a wooden block, then stopped and pressed them down again.
The teacher could hear the sizzling sound of the pot even through the classroom fence.
When the fragrant smell wafted out, he turned the leather over and pressed on the other side.
At this time, the heat control was completely based on experience and hand feeling. When he felt that it was suitable, he brushed the green onion and juniper with sauce and took it out of the pot, putting it into a plastic bag.
When the class was finally over, the teacher couldn't wait to announce the end of the class. Then, she ran downstairs and shouted for the boss through the fence.
"Boss, give me two scallion buns!”
When Jiang Yang heard the sound, he turned around and saw someone waving at him through the fence.
He looked like a teacher.
"Okay, spicy or sweet?"
"Put in both sweet and spicy sauce.”
It only took a few minutes to make a green onion wrapped in juniper, but the teacher in the fence was already starving.
When she got closer, the fragrance became even stronger. She was so greedy that she kept secreting saliva in her mouth. She was afraid that it would flow out, so she could only keep swallowing.
When the stewed green onion was finally ready, Jiang Yang handed him the plastic bag with the green onion stewed in it through the fence.
The teacher took a bite while it was still hot. At that moment, she was so happy that she almost fainted.
"It's authentic and delicious!"
The teacher gave Jiang Yang a thumbs-up. He was about to cry when he found out that he had eaten the snacks from his hometown in Fuzhou!
Jiang Yang watched as he wolfed down the food, and the corners of his mouth curled up into a smile.
It looked really delicious.
He would leave two for himself for dinner later.
The teacher was chewing on one and holding one in his hand. He turned around and saw the students standing in the corridor, their heads sticking out to stare at him.
Teacher:
He didn't know whether to swallow the scallion bun in his mouth or not. In the end, his appetite prevailed. He pretended not to see it and returned to the classroom while eating.
Seeing that he had left, the little boy who saw Jiang Yang first called out to his friends and ran downstairs.
"Boss, Boss, give me one!”
"How much is it?"
"Boss, what are you selling? It smells so good. Can you wait until we finish class?”
Jiang Yang watched as a group of children ran down the stairs. Before he could reply, he heard the bell ring and the students ran back.
Jiang Yang was a little confused.
Jiang Yang took advantage of the time when there were no customers to receive the reward.
"Ding…Reward: Manchu Han Imperial Feast Recipe!”
Jiang Yang looked at the menu in the warehouse curiously. The Manchu Han Imperial Feast was not just one dish, but 108 dishes.
He had seen this thing in the system store before. It was very expensive.
He could reward himself by making a Manchu Han Imperial Feast later.
Jiang Yang was very satisfied with today's reward.
On the other side, the small team searching for Jiang Yang's location expanded their numbers again.
"F * ck, this photo taken by Boss Jiang is too tricky. There's nothing but a fence. I can't guess where it is!”
"I asked my traffic police friend, but I didn't see Mr. Jiang on Jingyang Road.”
This book comes from：m.funovel.com。