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Chapter 1199

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    In the south of the Qinling Mountains in Shaanxi Province, there are continuous hills and valleys, a piece of loess, wind blowing dust and sand, stepping on the dry and cracked land, leaving a series of clearly visible yellow big footprints, a long stretch of hoof prints extending to the end of the distance, a small donkey  Riding on it was an old man with calf licking his hair and wearing a dusty gray robe.

    "I'm riding a white horse, and I'm going through three passes I'll change into plain clothes and go back to the Central Plains" The old man on the donkey shook his head and squinted his eyes, humming the song he only learned in his life, like  Like a poor-quality repeater, repeating those few outdated words over and over again.

    The donkey under the old man's crotch raised its head at this moment, and saw the outline of a city appearing on the horizon of the high loess slope in the distance. The donkey immediately snorted happily, and then stepped forward with four hooves in a "click, click" manner.  Run wildly on the dirt road.

    "Slow down, slow down, you bastard, why are you so anxious, you're just a donkey, what's going on with Lao Tzu, what's in your mouth is full of dirt, can you slow down, you flat-haired bastard  "The old man on the donkey's back stretched out his hand and lifted a willow stick and lightly shook the donkey's buttocks, cursing angrily.

    After a long time, the outline of the city gradually became clear, and the breath of the ancient capital rushed over. The ancient city, Xi'an, was right in front of us.

    Before entering Xi'an City, the old man in a khaki Taoist robe turned over and jumped off the donkey's back, stopped and stood holding the rein, and looked back at the loess plateau that had disappeared behind him.

    After a long time, the old man turned around and led the donkey into the city, leaving a desolate tone behind him on the loess plateau.

    "People eat dirt for a lifetime, and in the end it is inevitable that dirt eats people once"

    "Bada, Batta, Batta" the old man led his donkey into the city of Xi'an, wandering all the way through the streets and alleys, the passers-by on the road couldn't help smiling and looking sideways at this scene.  A dust gray Taoist robe that is not dirty, and the donkey next to him is too nondescript. He is said to be a Taoist priest, but he has a shiny hair style that is smeared with inferior hair oil. He is not a Taoist priest.  Wearing a Taoist robe with a very simple atmosphere, people can't help laughing at it.

    The old Taoist didn't take it seriously, and led the donkey for a stroll all the way to Huiminfang, stopped at Xiyang City, then walked into a small alley with a few turns, and finally stopped in front of a small gate, tied the rein to  He stepped onto a rock and walked into a small shop with his hands behind his back.

    There is a signboard hanging outside the door of the small shop, which says Lao Mijia Paomo. There are only four tables inside, the tabletops are shiny and dirty, and there are several elderly people sitting on two tables.

    There is a jingle that the locals in Xi'an eat steamed buns. Outsiders eat from Lao Sun's house on Dongguan Zhengjie Street, Xi'an people eat from Lao Mi's house, but people in Huimin Street eat from Lao Liu's house.

    The most famous one is that people who come from Laosun¡¯s family go there to eat, but if you want to say which taste is the most authentic, you have to be called Laomi¡¯s, but few people know that it¡¯s Laomi¡¯s steamed buns hidden deep in this alley.  It was the retired Mr. Mi who drove around to pass the time when he had nothing to do. As for the one that was interrupted in Xiyang City, it was his son who took over.

    In terms of authenticity and taste, of course Laozi is the most particular here.

    "Old Mitou, here is a bowl of steamed buns, put more spicy peppers" the old man sat at an empty table and stretched his neck and shouted.

    In the kitchen, an old man with gray hair wearing an apron and about seventy years old came out, bowed his waist slightly, was surprised when he saw the old Taoist priest on the table, then nodded repeatedly and said: "Okay, okay, um, that's it."  I'm going to bring you a hot bowl." A few minutes later, Lao Mitou personally took a bowl of steaming steamed buns and carefully placed them on the table, his hands were stained with oil from the bowl, and he put it on his apron carelessly.  After rubbing against each other, he sat down on the stool and said eagerly, "You haven't come here for a while, so you're just going to do it?"

    The old Taoist picked up a pair of chopsticks, put them into the bowl and stirred them vigorously, blowing hot air, picked up a large chopsticks and put the mutton whole into his mouth.

    "Hey, Mr. Mi, why do you give this old way more steamed buns than ours? You old guy is not authentic." The old man on the table next to him looked over with a dissatisfied expression on his face.

    Old Mitou raised his eyebrows, and said in a loud voice: "Why, what, I just want to, and I want you to take more care of me?"

    The old men laughed and didn't care. These are regular customers. The old people in Xi'an city have eaten the old rice buns for a lifetime. Maybe they have to think about this one before they enter the coffin.

    The old Taoist said while eating: "Too lazy, there are fewer people who go down the mountain, and they don't like to move when they are old. Those who stutter are fine, and I don't want to come all the way to eat a bowl of steamed buns with you."

    Immediately, Old Mi Tou was unhappy, and said righteously: "What are you talking about?Well, what can I do if you say a word, and take the mutton soup and steamed buns to the mountains, so what can I do for you for a few days?"

    The old Taoist's mouth was full, and he muttered: "It's good to have a heart, it's good to have a heart."

    Lao Mitou sighed, and said: "You saved dozens of people in our Lao Mi's family. A bowl of steamed buns is not worth your great kindness. I really hope that you can come to my place every day to eat a meal."  Bowl of steamed buns, hehe, you won¡¯t be here for a long time, but I miss you so much.¡±

    There was an old man next to him and asked kindly: "Old Mitou, is this your benefactor?"

    "Yes, yes" Lao Mitou nodded hurriedly, puffed up his chest and said, "Without a great benefactor, how could Lao Mi's house be like this, and how could there be steamed buns that you bastard old men eat every day, and you have to thank him too."

    Several old men looked over suspiciously, and someone asked: "It seems that he is about the same age as you, why are you still old, and you are screaming old, what kind of kindness is this?"

    Lao Mi glanced at the old man, then turned his head and said in a low voice: "When I saw him more than 20 years ago, he looked like this. Don't you want to call you old, but Sazi?"

    Several old men suddenly shook their heads in disbelief, pursed their lips and said, "You're talking nonsense!"

    Lao Mi stretched his neck just in time to break up with them, the old Taoist knocked on the bowl with chopsticks and said, "Let's have another bowl."

    Lao Mitou was immediately happy, and said quickly: "Okay, let's have another bowl."

    The old Taoist picked up a toothpick from the table to pick his yellowed teeth, burped contentedly, then took out a pack of cigarettes and smoked a comfortable one, humming that old-fashioned tune again.

    After waiting for a long time, the second bowl of steamed buns was served, and Lao Mitou asked again: "How is that little boy now? But I haven't seen him for many years. His favorite food before was also the steamed buns from E's family.  It has been more than ten years since then.¡±

    The old Taoist paused with the chopsticks in his hand, and then said: "It's okay, it's okay."

    After finishing speaking, the old Taoist sighed inexplicably, his eyes were slightly red, and he ate the steaming steamed bun with his chopsticks in his mouth. After ten minutes, the old Taoist rubbed his stomach and thought for a while after finishing a bowl of steamed buns  Then he said: "Let's have another bowl, put more spicy peppers"

    Lao Mitou was stunned for a moment, and quickly waved his hands and said: "I can't eat any more, there are two big bowls, you can always bear it if you eat any more."

    "What's the matter, what's the matter?" The old man shook his head, and said with a smile: "Just eat this last bowl. If you want to eat again, you may not have time."

    Old Mitou was stunned again, and then said cautiously: "Is this going to go back to the mountains and not come down? Or, if you want to eat later, I can go to the mountains. If I can't walk, let my son  go"

    The old Taoist smiled and said, "Let's talk about it later."

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