Collect the trash and start the game

In the hotel arranged by the organizer, I tossed and turned.

I don't know if he is really worried about the safety of the players, or if he feels bad for this simple town hotel.

At this moment, he really couldn't fall asleep, and he simply didn't suppress his sleep anymore.

I plan to go out on the side of the street, stroll around, see if there is anything to eat, and relieve my boredom.

After "Zhiya" opened the old wooden door, he stepped on the sexy cards that were stuffed all over the floor, and walked slowly towards the corridor.

It took Shen Hao a little time to arrive at the only small town at the foot of the three famous mountains, Qiuxian Town.

Looking up at this wooden town gate archway full of history, the paint surface on it has basically fallen off due to long-term sun and rain. It can be seen that this is a small town that has declined.

Historically, Qiuxian Town has become a gathering place for southern literati because of the three famous mountains.

After the founding of the People's Republic of China, this place once became a famous scenic spot in the country. Later, it was closed by the military because of the revival of spiritual energy and the raging spirit beasts.

It can be said that there are three famous mountains for success and three famous mountains for failure.

After the tourism economy was suddenly cut off, the town's economy fell sharply, and the young people in the town had no way out in their hometown.

So most of them go directly to various big cities to work and do business. Only at the end of the year, these young people who go out to work will come back.

This time, because of the holding of the city competition of the national competition, this small town, which was already in dire straits, became lively again after a long absence.

The members of the 11 schools, eating, drinking, and spending all kinds of money may bring some vitality to this defeated town.

Shen Hao first went to the convenience store and made a sweeping purchase, and then, under the stunned look of the owner of the small shop, he checked out and left satisfied.

After the supplies were replenished, Shen Hao was going to have a late-night snack.

In the evening, eat some hot food and two bottles of beer, which is quite refreshing.

Shen Hao was wandering on the streets of this dilapidated town, and finally showed him a late-night snack. This late-night snack was called Wen Heyou Food Stall.

When Shen Hao saw it, he was immediately happy. This food stall was presumably for making a small profit during the national competition, so it only opened tonight.

Unexpectedly, this was a miscalculation. How could school members in these big cities go to food stalls for consumption?
Shen Hao looked at this extremely simple, patchwork food stall with seats and benches, and immediately felt extremely cordial.

I used to ride a tricycle, go around the streets to collect junk, and after making money, I took care of these humble food stalls a lot.

Food stalls like this kind of shop, don't look at it as dilapidated, the tables, chairs and benches are basically patchwork, and they look like they are in a worrying sanitary condition.

As far as these dilapidated shops are concerned, the dishes made are quite authentic.

Compared with the products of luxury hotels, the taste may as well be more submissive. The most important thing is that the price is close to the people, which has become the first choice of many migrant workers.

As for how to look at a food stall, whether the taste is authentic, in fact, you can tell the difference just by looking at the floor next to the seat of the food stall.

The more garbage, the more customers care about this store.

When Shen Hao approached this Wenheyou food stall, he saw that the owner of the food stall was a fat uncle in his 50s.

The uncle sat on the red plastic stool, combed his hair in a style, and it was smooth and shiny. It is estimated that even the flying fly rope could not gain a foothold on it.

The upper body was wearing a white vest that was washed out and lost its elasticity.

His lower body was wearing a pair of large patterned trousers, and the flip-flops under his feet kept jumping up and down while his legs were jiggling, as if they were about to fall off at any moment.

Properly standard food stall uncle's dress.

At this moment, he was holding a cattail fan with a broken finger hole in his left hand, fanning himself constantly.

Holding a bottle of cold beer in his right hand, he drank a couple of sips from time to time.

In front of the stove in front of him was a small plate of shelled peanuts.

Eating and drinking, so uncomfortable.

A pair of eyes swayed around the street non-stop.

Seeing Shen Hao approaching, the uncle put down the things in his hands and stood up slowly. He could feel that he was going to open tonight.

He smiled and said to Shen Hao: "Little brother, come here, let's see what we want to eat, uncle will fry it for you."

When Shen Hao heard it, he immediately felt cordial.

At this moment, the uncle lifted the covering in front of him, revealing the ingredients underneath.

There are not many ingredients, leeks, vegetables, sour bamboo shoots, snails, pork, pig intestines, beef, rice noodles, rice noodles, noodles.

Shen Hao looked at these ingredients at a glance.

Shen Hao ate too many of these common ingredients.

"Uncle, give me a stir-fried beef, an escargot, and two bottles of cold beer."

Upon hearing this, the uncle quickly wrote Zhang Xiaodan.

At the same time, I thought to myself, this little brother seems to be a regular visitor.

"Well, little brother, you sit inside first, the beer is in the refrigerator, how much do you need, take it yourself, uncle will arrange it for you, and I will add toppings for you later."

Shen Hao was immediately happy when he heard it.

"Thanks, Uncle."

"fine."

The next moment, there was a "poof", "hoo, hoo, hoo," the flames in the explosion furnace rose, it belonged to the night, and the smell of supper began to waft in this town that hadn't been lively for a long time.

Apart from the principal who lived in the hotel, he was still wandering around the streets, and he didn't know what he was shopping for.

Bursts of smoke and fire that make people belong to the night, drifting away.

"Hiss" What does this taste like?So mouthwatering?

That's right, the headmaster, who was just wandering aimlessly, was immediately attracted by this smell.

How many years?The taste that belonged to his memory burst out of his mind again. As a principal, he went in and out of restaurants and restaurants.

Food stalls like this have been away from his life for a long, long time.

In his memory, too, was gone for a long, long time.

Tonight, this smell brought back his familiar memory again.

Following the smell, the principal finally found the source of the smell.

As far as the eye can see, there is a dilapidated small shop. There are yellowish lights in the small shop. The fire on the stove is shining brightly. , don't have a taste.

Wen Heyou food stall, looking at the dilapidated signboard, the principal approached slowly.

In the big iron pot, the collision of the ingredients and the flame burst out a familiar smell, which continuously wafted outward.

Not long after, Shen Hao ordered a stir-fried beef, a plate of snails, and two bottles of cold beer brought by himself.

It was placed in front of Shen Hao.

Shen Hao sat there, gorging himself, eating two snails from time to time. The perilla added to the snails was like a finishing touch, making this fried snails seem to be infused with soul, and the taste was extremely wonderful.