In the shabby roadside stall, Goudan'er was focusing on ramen noodles. The dough was originally kneaded repeatedly and turned into crystal colors under the sunlight. Goudan shook quickly, pulling and pulling, and the noodles seemed to become thin and long. The noodles were repeatedly pulled and pulled, as if they were broken when they touched, but they were tough and flexibly shook under Goudan's hands. Finally, his hands shook, and the noodles fell into the pot accurately.

"Goudan'er, give me a bowl, add more spicy." Old Liu's head tidied up the dirty stool, sat down, and bowed to several regular customers, "Goudan's noodles are so strong that it tastes better than the chefs on Piaoxiangju opposite!"

"Brother Liu, you are bragging again, right? What kind of store is Piaoxiangju? You can't even enter the door without the size of a palm. You are a yamen runner and an ant-like person can enter the door of Piaoranju? I'm afraid you were driven out by someone just after entering!" A regular customer joked.

"Don't be unwilling to accept it! Once I accompanied my adults to Piaoranju to a banquet. The adults were thinking about the hard work of these little people, so they asked the chef to give us a table for the yamen runners. The old boy, I specially tasted Piaoranju's famous dish, shrimp and eel flour noodles. It was not as refreshing as Goudan's big bowl of noodles and two eggs."

"The chef of Piaoxiangju is a chef specially invited by the shopkeeper from Beijing. This skill is comparable to that of a dog. It seems that you are the life of eating big steamed buns on the corner of the street for the rest of your life! You don't know how to enjoy good things." Another regular customer joked.

Old Liu was a little anxious: "You Fatty Wang is the shopkeeper of the silk shop in the west. She is a kind family. Why did you run here every now and then wait for someone to eat a bowl of rotten noodles worth five cents a bowl. Isn't it a waste of money?"

Manager Wang smiled, "I mean Goudan's cooking skills are not as good as those of Piaoxiangju's chefs. I didn't say that Goudan's ramen skills are not good. Who doesn't know that Goudan's noodles are a unique one in our Changcheng. The taste is unspeakable. Don't yell, kid, no one knows that Old Liu from North Street is the famous clay Buddha's belly - solid intestine." People around him immediately smiled knowingly.

A young man next to him asked curiously: "This Goudan is that god. Why is this broken noodle stall so famous?"

A regular customer explained: "That Goudan was originally a beggar in Changzhou. He was born to raise goods. He made a living by begging. Later, an old chef saw that he was pitiful and saw that he was not a wolf dog, so he stayed by his side as a mess. He was in charge of his food, clothing, housing and transportation. It was a day like heaven. Unfortunately, the good times did not last long. The old chef died of illness. The people in the restaurant thought he was weak and could not bear to be used, so he drove him out."

"What's the situation with this noodles?"

"Hehe, listen to me and tell me slowly," the familiar customer probably heard that he had heard too much of the board drama, so he couldn't help but learn from the storyteller's tone.

"The story behind is even more interesting. Goudan is also a thrilling person. He left without saying a word. Then he set up a noodle stall in this dilapidated alley. At first, no one cared about it. After all, the land is not good and the pavilion is tattered. Who would have thought that this good wine is not afraid of the deep alley. The noodles are abusive and powerful. I don't know what secret seasonings can be smelled through three or four streets, so there are more and more tourists. The stall is only one alley from the restaurant, and the restaurant is more and more popular. So in just over a month, the restaurant went bankrupt. Neighbors all regarded this as a joke. If you have an idle person, you will give Goudan a nickname - a noodle assassin, which means that you can break the house and close the store with noodles and kill people invisibly.

"This Goudan is an interesting person." Shengke said to himself. Goudan came over and looked at him quietly. Goudan was about eleven or twelve years old, wearing only a blue cloth short shirt and pants. His face was very cute and clever, but his eyes were a little dull, which was a bit beautiful. Goudan brought a big bowl of noodles to the table, said, "Cheguan, use it slowly" and retreated.

The young guest probably thought that this dog was nothing strange. He had neither green faces nor fangs nor four heads and eight arms, so he stopped paying attention. When he was hungry, he was attracted by the noodles on the table.

The noodles were long and looked very good. A thin layer of oil above it. The clear and bright soup could see the balls and pieces of the bowl at the bottom. There were two pieces of cooked dog meat on the noodles, and there were scallops of chopped green onion. A scent of them rushed up. Shengke felt that his 48 million pores were stretched out, and saliva fell involuntarily.

I tried it impatiently, tender and refreshing, chewed it, and it was refreshing and vigorous. I took a sip of the soup, which was rich and thick, and I took a bite of dog meat, with fresh and thick juice. The word "Okay" was involuntarily screaming, disturbing the neighbors; the fresh and red noodles bowed, and saw everyone's faces being accustomed to each other, and couldn't help but shout again: "Chef Goudan, come another bowl." And it was a bowl that was not finished but was greedy.

After the diners finished eating and drinking, they all went home. The Goudan packed the dishes and trays alone, moved the tables and chairs for a while, and was busy sweating profusely. He couldn't help but starve. He made a big bowl of oil-splashed noodles with added amounts of oil and splashed noodles with relish. But he thought to himself, "Brother Wang, Brother Li, Brother Li, will invite me to have a small party in the evening. Brother Wang likes to drink wine. When he goes to the inn to make two pounds of daughter Hong. Brother Li loves to eat braised chicken the most. When he goes to the vegetable market, he buys a fat chicken."

Just as he was thinking about this, an old man walked over tremblingly. The old man was wearing only a single blue dress, very ragged and unkempt. The old man lowered his head and whispered to Goudan: "I wonder if my little brother can bring the old man a bowl of pasta."

Goudan looked at him hesitantly and asked, "Do you have money?"

The old man sighed and said, "I make a living by begging, but I don't have a copper coin."

'So it was an old beggar,' Goudan suddenly realized and thought for a while and said, "I was also a little beggar. Since you are also a beggar, there is no reason for me to eat. You have no need to eat. You sit down and wait." As he said that, he went to the stall to cook. The old beggar looked at Goudan's back and a glimmer flashed in his eyes.

After a while, Goudan came over with a large bowl of noodles, and also made two dishes of fried eggplant and celery and roasted pork with the old man. The old beggar swallowed it voraciously. After eating it in a few seconds, he looked very satisfied, and his eyes were even more satisfied with his eyes at Goudan.

The old beggar said sadly again: "I am not convenient for my legs and feet, and I am hungry and full again. I think this meal is the last one," and hesitated: "I have a relative in Jiangnan. I want to go to join me, but I lack wealth. I think my little brother is a enthusiastic person. I don't know if I can borrow some money from my old man for money, and I will be rewarded in the future."

Goudan was very hesitant. He had only earned three or four ingots of silver after he had been spreading this side for almost half a year. Borrowing it all at once was like bleeding from Goudan'er's heart and cutting his flesh. He had no relationship with the old man, and it was no reason for anyone to do this thankless thing. It was not that he was unwilling to do it, but that he was really unable to do it.

Goudan stared at the old beggar, but after a while, he gritted his teeth and said, "I'll borrow it!"

The old man was very surprised. He did not expect that Goudan would do such great good deeds as cutting flesh and feeding eagles. The old man experienced the vicissitudes of the world, the warmth and coldness of human nature, and had seen more than tens of millions of people. He had just had a sudden idea and wanted to cheat Goudan, muttering in his heart whether he really encountered such a great kind person who was indifferent to all?

Goudan'er is not the kind-hearted person with excessive kindness. In fact, that kindness had already been fighting with wild dogs on the roadside when Goudan was a beggar, and it disappeared completely when begging under the exploitation of the big beggars. The only reason Goudan did this was because Goudan couldn't beg for anything when he was a beggar. When he was hungry and dying on the corner of the street, an old beggar shared half of the only piece of cake he had asked for. Goudan can still remember what the old beggar said, "We

They are all beggars, people hate dogs. If they are despised, they will be completely helpless. You kid have a good face. Go to the roadside to sell a poor brother and sister to shout a few times. Wouldn't the reward be simple? Why lie in the corner and wait for death? Remember if others look down on you, but you must be able to look at yourself. The old kid has been a beggar for decades and still has a thought in his heart to go to Yihongyuan to find Honggu to play. Can you kid not even be a chaff old man?”

Although Gou Dan'er didn't know where Yihongyuan was, she made two vicious vows from then on that first, she must eat the 5 cents-per-bowl noodles at the Yangji Noodle Shop opposite the street corner. The fragrance once made me think about it for three days and three nights. The second was that if I met a half-starved beggar in the future, I must also help me, relying on the kindness of the half-baked cake.

Goudan carefully dug up the third blue brick on the left side of the noodle stall, took out a rag package from it, and turned it over. It was the shiny white silver with four silver horns in total. Goudan took out three of them and said to the old man, "I don't know whether you are talking, but I don't expect anyone to lie to me, a little beggar. This triangle of silver is for you, because you are a beggar, and I am also a beggar. Others look down on us, but we have to take our own attention."

The old beggar didn't accept it, but just stood up and stared at Goudan. At first, Goudan didn't think it was, but now he realized that the old beggar's skeleton was very large, about eight feet tall, and his pair of tiger eyes flashed with light, making people feel as if the person in front of him was not a person, but a big worm with hanging eyes.
Chapter completed!