Chapter 335 (1/2)

Los Angeles, San Marino.

In the middle half of the 19th century, my grandfather went to San Francisco. Fortunately, he made some money and provided all his children to school.

After learning foreign language, his father began to deal with foreigners and made small business in San Francisco.

Su's life is good, and his family business is good enough for him to go to university.

He also aspired to be a lawyer. After three years of graduation, he became a senior paralegal of a lawyer in Los Angeles. He lived a good life.

When he was rich, he wanted to change conditions and move to San Marino, where Chinese people gathered.

In fact, he wanted to go to Santa Barbara most, but it was a pity that the place was all white. Although he thought he was ”American,” exclusion was still everywhere.

Today, Su Hebei, who has been busy with the case in hand for more than ten days, went home.

Follow the familiar road all the way into the town, along the only one road, not long after walking, the car suddenly stopped.

”Why, when did a Chinese restaurant open?” Looking at the jubilant red signboard, which says ”Suqiao people,” Su Hebei feels quite predestined.

The door is a wood burning stove with a cage drawer on it. The hot air is rolling and the fragrance is overflowing.

Through the white hot steam, clean and tidy, the place is not big, but the shop is very wide.

”Mom, I'm here.” Bai nianen, who was standing at the door, was still confused. When he saw that there was a guest coming, he stood up in a hurry.

”Here we are. What do you want to eat? It's written on the wall.” Mom came out from inside, followed by a pretty girl.

Small jasper, slender and weak, walk like a willow branch blown by the wind.

Graceful demeanor let Su Hebei look a Leng, so standing in place.

”Sir, sir.” Mu Ma laughs awkwardly. She signals her daughter to go back, and then she waves her hand and calls back his soul.

”Oh, I'm sorry. I'll have a bowl of noodles.” Finding that the man was no longer there, Su was a little disappointed.

After sitting on the seat for half a ring, he said again: ”another drawer of steamed stuffed bun, a bowl of sauce meat.”

”Good class, you sit down.” The guest of the day before yesterday is very particular. If the first guest is not well received, the business will be miserable all day.

Chicken bone, fish head repeatedly stewed for 5 days of soup, lift the cover, bursts of fragrance on the hook of people's fingers.

A handful of noodles, after three or four minutes in the boiling soup, soy sauce and sesame oil have been ordered in this bowl.

Pour the soup to one-third of the depth of the bowl, then take out the noodles, shake three shakes and hang the water, and flip the soup briskly.

Sprinkle with scallion and coriander, and you will live together.

Clear soup, white flour, white and green interspersed embellishment, such a simple bowl of noodles, eat Jiangsu Hebei sweat dripping, still can not stop chopsticks.

”Delicious, delicious.” In the past, the family also made clear soup noodles, so he didn't like it at all.

Tasteless water, noodles, and two leaves of vegetables make it look like batter.

It was only when he asked for noodles that he remembered his miserable experience.

I want to change it, but I'm sorry, so I ordered the sauce meat and soup bag.

This will be a full bowl of noodles, where can I eat it?

”Can you eat, sir?” she said with a smile? If you can't eat it, you won't be served with steamed buns and meat. ”

”Thank you.” Su River north face a little red.