Chapter 451 447. Harvest Festival Celebration (Part )
Thank you all for your concern. My finger has healed and a scar has formed. I don’t feel any pain without applying any force and it basically doesn’t affect my activities. It looks like it will go away in two or three days.
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After crossing the gate of the wetland park, you will see green trees and lush grass. It is green everywhere.

Suddenly a breeze blew, bringing cool water vapor.

A wetland park is built around several water surfaces, so there is naturally abundant water vapor.

It’s still early now, so I don’t feel anything. But when it gets hot in the afternoon, it will definitely be very comfortable.

There is another small square inside the gate, but there are not many people here.

There were just banners for the Harvest Festival and some colorful flags.

The most eye-catching thing is a large sign with a topographic map of the wetland park.

It is drawn on it that there are three routes from the entrance: left, middle and right.

This area at the entrance is specially reserved to prevent crowds from gathering and blocking the entrance, so a special diversion is made.

Later, when there were more tourists, they would display shadow puppets, rattan weaving, woodblock prints, and folk art masks as a form of cultural promotion.

There were three roads in front of him, and Shudong was confused, "Which way should I go?"

"They are all connected. You can visit all of them. Just pick any one." Luo Shaoan answered casually, pulling the tree hole and walking straight in the middle.

The path in the middle goes through the forest. After walking for only a dozen meters, you will come out of the woods and see the open sky.

There is another open space, and it becomes lively here.

The open space was surrounded by colorful tents, one next to the other.

In the middle of the open space is a small stall selling agricultural products and handicrafts.

There were a lot of people bustling about, and they seemed to be all local villagers, speaking the local dialect which was somewhat similar to Sichuan dialect. The tone was soft and slow, and the ending tone often had some twists and turns that went up, which was very playful.

Luo Shaoan walked past the tree hole, passed the small stall in the middle, and headed straight for the tent next to it.

When we got closer, we saw that the tents were all of the same style, but in different colors, mainly blue and yellow.

The tents are uniform, but the signs and decorations look like they were made by themselves.

Some are very beautiful, with pretty flowers wrapped around them, small decorations tied on them, and a flag picked out as a signboard.

Some are very crude, just writing a name on a cardboard and leaning it against the edge is considered the job.

All the tents in this circle are selling food.

There were pots, chopping boards, buckets, and space for one or two small tables.

There are as many as fifty or sixty of them, which is a nightmare for those with decision-making difficulties.

There is obviously no difficulty in choosing the tree hole, but it becomes difficult after seeing this.

Luo Shaoan didn't say anything, and took the tree hole directly to the first one, pulled out a small stool and sat down.
"When you come to Tianhan, you must eat a bowl of noodles first."

Since we are here, we might as well make the best of it. Shudong sat down on the small stool with Luo Shaoan and said with a smile, "I came here last time to eat noodles."

"I've seen it. The ones you eat are from the city. This is Chenggu dough. They are different."

"What's the difference?"

"Uh..." Luo Shaoan was really stumped.

Usually I can tell it at a glance, but if I really want to say what the difference is between one, two, three, and four, I have never really summarized it.

"Anyway, you'll know after you eat it."

Luo Shaoan jumped over and shouted, "Two dough skins, small bowls, finely chopped, both with chili."

The auntie who was setting up the stall responded and picked up a big knife and started cutting.

Shudong had seen the noodles being cut and knew that the scene was attractive.

He stood up again and went over to take pictures with the camera.

Sure enough, it caused a lot of wows in the live broadcast room.

[Wow, what a big knife]

That’s right, the knife for cutting dough is very big, with a flat, wide and square head, almost as big as the chopping board used in ordinary households.

It seemed light under the aunt's hands, and she moved it so quickly.

The audience was just about to say what a great strength.

Looking closely, it turned out that the auntie was not lifting the knife to cut, but pressing the knife back and forth.

There is very advanced technology in it.

Soon, two small bowls of dough were cut, placed in bowls with garlic juice, balsamic vinegar, and chili oil, and served with bean sprouts.

The aunt was still a little embarrassed. "The village said that we should give less and sell it at a lower price. We said we should give half of the original price." "It's okay, it's best this way. I'm full at your house, so why would I want to go to other houses?" Luo Shaoan said politely and took the dough.

The camera moved over and the fans ate first.

Then someone in the audience said, "It's not that little. We only have this much for a serving of cold noodles here."

[It’s not cold noodles, it’s dough skin]

【It is fermented skin】

【It’s rice skin】

There was an argument over a name in the live broadcast room.

Shudong asked on behalf of the audience, "Is the dough made of flour or rice?"

"Made of rice." Luo Shaoan answered with certainty.

"Then why is it called face skin?"

"Because we call all powders noodles and powders, and dough skin is made from rice ground into flour, so it's called dough skin. There will be more powder skin later, so eat them quickly."

"Okay." The tree hole didn't understand, but expressed acceptance.

How can we name something according to its shape instead of its raw materials?

Hey, here it is.

After mixing the dough in the bowl, Shudong picked up a piece with chopsticks and put it into his mouth. He chewed it for a few times and nodded, explaining: "This is thicker than the one I had last time, it's cut finely, and it's cold. It feels good."

Luo Shaoan gave him a thumbs up.

Or it is outsiders who will summarize.

A small bowl of noodles can be finished in just a few bites.

Luo Shaoan wiped his mouth and pointed to the tree hole, "Go pay."

Shudong was stunned. "No, you said you would treat me to a meal. Why do you want me to pay?"

"You heard me wrong. I said I would take you to eat them all, not treat you." Luo Shaoan said frankly.

Shudong pointed his finger at him, glared at him fiercely, then turned around, put on a smiling face, and went to find the aunt to pay.

"Six yuan."

"Ok."

Shudong took out his phone, scanned the code, and paid twelve.

Just about to leave after paying.

I was stopped by the aunt again.

"It's six dollars in total. I'll refund you the extra."

As soon as this was said, the live broadcast room became lively again, [It looked like a lot of food just now, but it’s only three yuan? ], [Did I hear that right? There are still things that cost three yuan now? ], [Damn, I just ordered cold noodles for takeout, and it cost twelve yuan]…

The price is the most intuitive feeling.

The cost-effectiveness of Luo Yihang's formula is beginning to show its value.
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Coming out from the first noodle stall.

Luo Shaoan took Shudong directly to the second house, "Let's eat another sour tadpole."

"What is a tadpole?" The tree hole encountered a word it had never heard of before.

"It's a tadpole. You'll know when you see it."

The stall owner here is an uncle. He took half a bowl of pea flour, added half a bowl of water and stirred it very well.

Then pour the starch water slowly into a large bowl of hot water while stirring.

It turned into a big bowl of paste.

Then pour a large basin of cold water next to it.

Place a colander over cold water, pick up the bowl of paste, and pour it into the colander little by little.

The paste dripped through the mesh into the cool water below and turned into small, translucent particles with large skulls and thin tails.

"Does it look like tadpoles?" Luo Shaoan said, pointing at the basin.

The tree hole has not opened yet.

The live broadcast barrage has been shouting again and again.
(End of this chapter)