Lu Yuanzhi grew up in Yanjing, he knows all the delicious food.Shi Wei followed him around to a little dirty looking shop.

The catering shops are all dirty, the difference is that one place is more dirty and the other is less dirty.

Oil stains are difficult to clean, not to mention that there are only so many products for cleaning oil stains, and the decontamination effect is not very good.

Even Dong Xuyuan took good care of the small tricycle at home and scrubbed it over and over again every day, but it was inevitably covered with black, black, yellow and yellow stains that could not be washed off.Even if it is scalded with boiling water or burned with fire, it will only be cleaned temporarily, and the oil pan will be full of oily smoke again.

The small shop is not big, but there are not many customers. Lu Yuan's mouth is picky and picky, and he ordered a table of meat, and it can't be seen that it is a poor little boy who just got a fever.Leek is effective for cold and fever, Shi Wei asked, and then ordered two bowls of leek porridge.

Lu Yuanzhi frowned, but he didn't say anything to refuse.

The door nail meat pie came up first, and the browned meat pie on both sides was shiny with oil and exuded an aroma.

Mending meat pie is considered Yanjing's special delicacy. Shi Wei had eaten it when he brought his daughter to the Forbidden City in his previous life, but the price was high and the taste was bad.

Other than that, Shi Wei never ate this food.

He had some shadows about the doornail meat pie, but seeing Lu Yuanzhi skillfully tear open the pie crust and start eating with oily soup between the skin, he followed his example and began to eat.

Shi Wei's biggest shadow of this cake is that when he bites into the soup, he will be full of water.If you don't watch Lu Yuanzhi pick the skin apart with chopsticks before eating, you will know that the way you ate it was wrong.

The two sides of the patty are fried to a crisp, but the surrounding area and the side close to the meat are soft.The half-crispy and half-soft dough is soaked in oily and umami-flavored gravy. When you bite down, it is soft and crispy, crispy and full of meaty aroma.

Shi Wei ate the meat stuffing together again, there was no smell of beef at all, only the special and unique fragrance filled his lips and teeth.

The minced beef is thin but not rotten, thin but not woody, juicy but not greasy.A plate of five cakes, Shi Wei ate four of them in one go, Lu Yuanzhi was a picky eater, usually he only took a bite out of it, but today he was obsessed with it, so he ate the whole one because of Shi Wei's eating habits.

Shi Wei knew that Lu Yuanzhi was a picky eater, but he didn't know that Lu Yuanzhi was picky to the point where he would eat at most one or two bites of whatever was served.

"What's wrong?" Shi Wei frowned worriedly, "Is your body still feeling unwell?"

"No." Lu Yuanzhi looked indifferent, "It's just a little unappetizing."

I don't know when Lu Yuanzhi's picky eaters started, but I remember that one day it suddenly happened. His sense of taste was normal and all inspections were normal, but he just didn't like to eat.

The old man was born in the military and has eaten belts. Like him, the Lu family has an iron stomach, but it is Lu Yuanzhi's delicate stomach.

Shi Wei suffered from gastritis a few times when he was a child, and his stomach became worse when he grew up. He hated the hospital because he was so painful that he passed out and couldn't make decisions on his own, otherwise he would definitely not go.Moreover, he thought it was troublesome to raise his stomach, and he didn't like to serve his own stomach.That is to say, his willpower is good, and he can suppress himself to swallow a little food, so as not to let himself be too hungry.

Lu Yuanzhi didn't mean to think that one was not refined and that was not good. The unpalatable raw coarse grains could be swallowed, but he would be full after eating a little.

Shi Wei looked at Lu Yuanzhi and ate a cake, two bites of meat, and a few bites of seasonal vegetables before putting down his chopsticks.

"Let's have some more porridge, just a little bit." Leek porridge came up, and the crystal clear rice was boiled into a bowl of thick rice porridge. Somehow the green leeks were processed. He probably knew that Lu Yuanzhi, an old customer, was a picky eater. Therefore, the tender leeks have no pungent taste, and they are finely chopped, so that the freshness of the vegetables will not be lost, and they will not be as hard to chew as straw.

Lu Yuanzhi never liked to drink porridge, and he didn't like to give others face, but seeing Shi Wei's worried expression, he hesitated for a while, and began to force himself reluctantly.

Different from Lu Yuanzhi's small mouthfuls of food, Shi Wei's eating method is bold and unrestrained, which is achieved through years of training to save time.In order to save time when poor, and because no one eats with him when rich, Shi Wei eats more like the Lu family than Lu Yuanzhi.

Lu Yuanzhi doesn't like to eat at home. The old man has had many women in his life. There are a lot of sons and daughters in the family. Although many of them have died one after another, there are still many who are still alive. The son has led to their entire big family. As soon as they come home, as long as someone speaks, they can blow Lu Yuanzhi's head off.

Lu Yuanzhi has always been willful, so even on occasions like the Chinese New Year, he would not go home. Those people were too noisy, and he would rather be scolded by his grandparents while eating a simple New Year's Eve dinner under their watchful eyes.

The opposite of this is that Lu Yuanzhi doesn't like the way of rushing to eat.His family has never been short of food and clothing, but as long as they eat, those people are no different from reincarnated starved ghosts, which made Lu Yuanzhi deeply hate that way of eating.

But seeing Shi Wei eating today, Lu Yuanzhi didn't feel angry or disgusted, on the contrary, the more Shi Wei ate, the happier Lu Yuanzhi was.

Lu Yuanzhi thought, probably because Shi Wei looked too thin.He was thinner than him, and the veins on his hands were bulging, with only a thin layer of skin covering them. The blue bulging made one wonder whether blood would burst from the veins in the next second.

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