Food: Random stalls, customers chase me all over the country

Chapter 15 - The Taste of the Sea
I, Zhang Qing, have never been inferior to anyone in my life!
You've traveled all over the world over the years, what kind of delicacies haven't you tried?

A small rice noodle roll is just a street snack. How can it be compared with the delicacies I often eat?
The smooth and rich French foie gras, the delicious caviar with a hint of milky flavor, the tender and juicy medium-rare steak Wellington...

These things are considered good things, just rice noodle rolls...

Hiss...it smells so good.

Zhang Qing, who was brainstorming, instinctively took the rice noodle rolls and felt an unusually fresh aroma rushing to her nose.

It also has the strong seafood flavor of squid.

This strong smell is not only not disgusting, but when combined with the aroma of rice, it actually makes your mouth water, making you want to grab the rice rolls and eat them directly with your hands.

Zhang Qing looked at Wang Fan in surprise.

I didn’t expect that this handsome guy in front of me could make such delicious food.

Afraid that you added too much flavor?

After taking a suspicious look at the food cart and not finding any suspicious bottles and jars, Zhang Qing turned her attention back to the rice rolls.

The rising mist adds another layer of buff to the already attractive appearance of rice noodle rolls.

I really want to... I really want to have a bite...

Zhang Qing felt a little unbelievable.

To be honest, after eating so many top-notch French dishes, there is no dish that I can make such a strong desire to eat.

No matter how unique the food was or how beautifully it was presented, it had never given her such a strong feeling.

Brother Gang glanced at Zhang Qing and chuckled.

This sea turtle student usually has her eyes on the top of her head, so today I brought her out to see the world.

Although street food does not look as high-end as French food, there are many tricks involved.

It’s just the simplest thing, without exquisite tableware, comfortable dining environment, or beautiful plating decorations. How could it survive for so many years?

It relies on the unique flavor that catches the taste buds!

You refuse to eat this or that when I tell you to, and you even complain about our fitness meals. I have to teach you a lesson today.

Zhang Qing had already eaten a piece of rice noodle roll.

Wang Fan’s rice noodle rolls are cut perfectly, just enough to fill the mouth of an average person.

The feeling of having your mouth filled with food is also a unique enjoyment.

fresh.

This was Zhang Qing’s first feeling.

As soon as I bit it with my teeth, I bit into a piece of squid at the corner of my teeth. With a little squeeze, the delicious squid juice came out of the piece of meat.

The juice falls on the tip of your tongue, how can you describe it with just one word: "delicious"?

There is also the fresh fragrance of rice, which not only suppresses the fishy smell of the squid pieces, but also enhances the overall deliciousness of the squid.

I want it, I want more!

Before she even swallowed the first piece of rice noodle roll, Zhang Qing couldn't wait to stuff the second piece into her mouth.

Screw the whole "be classy and be dazzling" thing, I'm going on a killing spree today!
Looking at Zhang Qing inhaling violently, Brother Gang laughed strangely.

I told you to look down on our Chinese food! Have you learned your lesson?!
How can she look like a goddess in her usual state with this impatient look?
Eat, eat, eat as much as you want. How can you have the energy to exercise if you are not full?

While Zhang Qing was eating, the other students also started eating.

They were used to eating northern food, so when they took their first bite, they were impressed by the taste which was completely different from northern food.

"No wonder Brother Gang insisted on bringing us here to eat. This is the first time I've tasted it."

"I finally understand why the boss didn't let Gang get off his early shift. With this scratching flavor, there's really no problem selling it." "I want to ask the boss if there's no limit on the quantity. I think with my current appetite, I need at least five servings."

"Second, but I have at least 7 votes."

"Ditto, I need at least 10 copies."

"I'm 15."

"I'm 20."

……

Zhang Yang always feels that he is fat.

He was indeed fat before, 170 cm tall and weighing 115 kg, which caused his friends to often laugh at him.

But now he weighs only 42 kilograms, and it is more accurate to describe him as skinny, not fat at all.

If you insist on getting it stuck, it will only make your clothes fat.

He has only one way to lose weight, eat less or even not eat at all.

He didn't know when he started to dislike food.

Not to mention eating it, just smelling it makes me nauseous.

The doctor said this is a mental illness and if it continues like this, there will be serious physical problems.

But he just didn't want to eat.

Mother Zhang looked at her son with a worried look on her face, her eyes full of heartache and guilt.

"Son, you really don't want to eat anything? How about I go back and make you your favorite pork and sauerkraut dumplings?"

Zhang Yang, who was originally walking forward quietly, felt dizzy when he heard the word "pork". He even felt a foul smell in his stomach and couldn't help but cover his mouth.

Mother Zhang quickly stepped forward, calming her down and patting her on the back. How could she dare to mention eating?
After finally catching his breath, Zhang Yang smiled bitterly and said, "Mom, please don't mention those words. I really feel sick when I hear them now."

Mother Zhang looked worried: "But if you continue like this, your health will really collapse."

Zhang Yang sighed. He knew all this, but he just couldn't control himself.

"Mom, I don't want this to happen either, but my mouth and stomach won't listen to me right now."

Looking at her depressed son, Mother Zhang didn't know what to say. When she saw a group of people gathered in the distance, her eyes lit up.

Pointing at the crowd, he said, "Son, let's go, there are a lot of people gathered over there, let's go and see what's going on."

Zhang Yang looked in the direction where Zhang's mother pointed, and indeed saw a group of people. He also wanted to see some fun to change his mood, so he followed Zhang's mother and walked over there.

When the two of them came closer and took a look, Mother Zhang's heart skipped a beat.

This turned out to be a snack stall, and a group of people were eating around it!
It would be fine to see it normally, but now my son with anorexia is here. This kind of scene is quite stimulating to him. He might vomit all the stomach acid in a while.

He quickly turned around and took Zhang Yang's hand: "Let's go, son. I remembered that I haven't hung my clothes yet. Let's stop watching the fun and go home first."

I pulled it but it didn't move. When I looked up, I saw my son staring blankly at the snack stand.

The idiot son saw it.

Thinking to herself that something was wrong, Zhang's mother hurriedly took out a plastic bag from her pocket and was about to hand it to Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang didn't answer it, but stared at the group of people showing off their food like a fool.

I think this is how I used to eat?

The smell at the tip of my nose seems to be the fragrance of rice?

It seemed that there was more than that, I could also smell the scent of seafood.

But if I smelled this kind of smell on a normal day, I would have felt like vomiting. Why did I want to go up and find out what it was now?
(End of this chapter)