Chapter 1218 If I don’t go to hell, who will?

Chapter 1218 If I don’t go to hell, who will?

Shuangyushu is outside the North Third Ring Road, close to Zhongguancun. In the 80s, it was considered a suburb of the suburbs. Although it was not particularly desolate, it was indeed a bit shabby compared with the East and West urban areas.

But half an hour later, the place where Li Xiangnan and the other two followed Jiang San to still gave them a big shock.

In the 1980s, this area was farmland surrounded by fruit trees, but by , the outline of a residential area had begun to emerge.

The six-story residential building in Shuangyushu Beili was completed not long ago. The building is gray and white, and the balconies still have exposed red brick residue.

The noodle shop that inexplicably appeared at the corner was located right at the junction of a blue brick bungalow and a new building. A faded "Public Toilet" arrow was pasted on the crooked electric pole in front of the door, forming a wonderful echo with the handwritten "Authentic Noodles with Soy Sauce" wooden sign.

"Dean, I'm sure that Jiang San walked into this noodle shop!" Yuan Hongjun hurried back from the front and met up with Li Xiangnan, who was hiding behind a pile of firewood at the door of a resident's house.

Song Zimo scratched his head, a little surprised, "Brother Nan, did we make a mistake? Why did Jiang San... come here to eat noodles?"

Yuan Hongjun pursed his lips and said, "Maybe I'm hungry..."

Li Xiangnan shook his head and frowned as he looked at the seemingly small and unreputable Zhajiang noodle restaurant, which was now packed with customers, his eyes showing deep thought.

"Don't make any noise, go in and take a look!" He waved his hand, covered his face with a scarf, and walked out.

"Let's go!" Song Zimo and Yuan Hongjun looked at each other and immediately followed him out.

Soon, the three of them lifted the huge and heavy door curtain and walked in.

The first thing I saw was three honeycomb coal stoves, with blue flames licking the steel bottom of the pot. The aroma of the pork bone soup mixed with the aroma of chili oil went straight into my nose.

"Please take a seat! What would you like to eat?"

Immediately, a voice came from the steamy inner room.

Song Zimo looked up and shouted, "Three bowls of noodles with soybean paste!"

After shouting, he lowered his head to look for Jiang San's position. Sure enough, he saw him sitting in the corner, rubbing his hands anxiously and waiting, his eyes flashing with blurred excitement.

"It's a bit strange, Brother Nan!" Song Zimo said in a low voice, covering his mouth and nose with his hands.

Li Xiangnan nodded calmly, but his eyes were moving around the house, observing.

The cement walls are not plastered, revealing the texture of the bamboo formwork, and plywood is used to separate a semi-enclosed private room near the window.

Ten crooked octagonal tables were filled with diners. Truck drivers in military coats and Hutong aunties in padded jackets were squeezed on the long benches. The proprietress, wearing a blue apron with garlic and chili peppers in her purse, was moving between the tables in plastic-soled cotton shoes. White mist was rising from the large bowls in her hands, turning the window glass into frosted glass.

There were three steel pots sitting on the honeycomb coal stove in the back kitchen, bubbling with pork bone soup. Bowls bigger than washbasins were stacked on the chopping board. The oil splashed when the chef scooped the marinade left dark brown rings on the wall.

The noodle shop did not have a menu; orders were entirely taken verbally from regular customers. The 8-cent bowl of plain noodles was the standard for construction workers, the 25-cent fried noodles with shredded pork came with garlic, and when the most luxurious three-fresh noodles (50 cents plus half a pound of food coupons) were served, the eyes of the whole room would be drawn to the shredded sea cucumber in the large blue and white bowl.

Among the customers were purchasers from the supply and marketing cooperatives who came to Beijing with letters of introduction, and members from the suburbs who came to the city to sell eggs on weekends. They locked their Forever bicycles under a poplar tree, walked into the noodle shop with mud on their trouser legs, and shouted in their thick rural accents: "Excuse me, a bowl of hot soup noodles, with more pepper!"

"Come here!"

The female owner of the noodle shop shouted and came out from the back kitchen.

Li Xiangnan turned his head and saw a fat figure in the room who was scooping noodles out of the pot. With a flick of his wrist, the noodles were stretched into the pot like silver chains. After three rolls, they were scooped into a large blue and white bowl. The topping was freshly fried diced meat and yellow sauce, sprinkled with chopped green garlic, and poured with hot oil. With the sound of "sizzling", everyone in the room sniffed.

"Pull your legs back, your face!"

The female shopkeeper walked to the table with a wooden tray, placed it on the table, and then took out three bowls of noodles from it, smiling and reminding: "Master Jing, please eat slowly!"

"Boss, you are so generous. There is so much meat!" Song Zimo took out money and tickets from his pocket and handed them over directly, his eyes full of surprise.

Lao Yanjing Noodles with Soy Sauce is really different from other kinds of noodles. It has a lot of ingredients and is cooked in a very sophisticated way.

The way of eating it is more particular about whether it is "stirring the pot" or "rinsing the water", and the noodle-mixing technique must be as neat as that of a hutong skewer.

The authentic Yanjing fried noodles with soybean paste require "seven dishes and eight bowls", including shredded cucumber, water radish tops, soybean sprouts, chopped green garlic, chopped celery, toon sprouts, blanched shredded cabbage, plus Laba vinegar and freshly fried chili oil, which are placed on the eight-immortals table to create a "garden full of spring colors".

Good fried sauce should be made with Liubiju's yellow sauce and Tianyuan Sauce Garden's sweet noodle sauce. The diced pork belly with fat and lean meat is stir-fried to produce lard, and then simmered over low heat until the sauce is red and shiny, and the oil and sauce are separated. You can pull out golden threads when you pick it up with chopsticks.

Although this small noodle shop is not that exquisite.

But the three bowls of noodles that came with various plates showed that some thought had gone into their preparation.

Li Xiangnan is not from Yanjing, but he has long been fascinated by the old Yanjing noodles.

But today, when I saw the fried noodles with soybean paste in this noodle shop, for the first time ever, I had no desire to eat it!

However, Song Zimo and Yuan Hongjun were both drooling.

This noodles smells really good!

Really fragrant!

Even Li Xiangnan, who felt something was not right, couldn't help but salivate and wanted to try it.

"If it's delicious, come back more often! Our shop is entirely dependent on you gentlemen to take care of it!"

The female shopkeeper spoke very generously and openly, and at the end she added: "There is free hot sauce over there!"

"Thank you!" Song Zimo clasped his fists and laughed, very politely.

Yuan Hongjun swallowed, looked at the noodles in front of him, but didn't dare to pick up his chopsticks.

Although the noodles in this noodle shop are extremely fragrant, and the enthusiasm and atmosphere of eating noodles around them are always stimulating people's nerves, neither of them has forgotten the purpose of coming here today.

now.

Jiang San, who was sitting in the corner, had already started eating noodles with a grunt, and was licking the soup in the bowl with a greasy face!

There were already two empty bowls on his table!

As soon as he came out of the hospital, he went straight to this noodle shop.

There is something special about the noodles!

The three of them looked at each other and immediately confirmed it.

"This noodle...should we eat it or not?" Song Zimo withdrew his gaze from the kitchen, his eyes sharp and serious.

"Eat!" Li Xiangnan nodded calmly and slowly prepared the old Yanjing noodles in the way he remembered.

If I don’t go to hell, who will!

Song Zimo's mouth twitched, and these words suddenly flashed in his mind. Li Xiangnan's actions made him shudder with fear.

Wait until you come out of the noodle shop.

Yuan Hongjun was picking his teeth and burping, looking quite satisfied.

Song Zimo also patted his stomach, and was quite satisfied with this brunch.

"Brother Nan, it tastes really good! To be honest, I want to eat more..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Li Xiangnan pouting at him. He was stunned for a moment, then said with a dark face: "Brother Nan, you are an adult, don't act cute in front of me!"

Li Xiangnan rolled his eyes at him, took out a test tube from his coat pocket, and spit into it!

"Shit!" Song Zimo then saw clearly that it was the noodle soup in the large bowl.

Seeing that the two were dumbfounded, Li Xiangnan held up the test tube, put the lid on it, and asked, "Is the noodle delicious?"

Song Zimo and Yuan Hongjun looked at each other and nodded involuntarily, "Delicious!"

"Have you gotten over your urge to talk?" Li Xiangnan asked again.

“???” The two looked at each other again, and then glared at each other.

Li Xiangnan stretched out two fingers, made a "yeah" gesture, and put them into his throat.

"Ugh~"

"..."

"What the hell are you standing there for! Induce vomiting! That noodle is poisonous!"

"???"