"Got a haircut?"
"If I don't, my mom will lose her temper."
On the twenty-seventh day of the twelfth lunar month, Zhong Ruixi woke up early on a whim, insisting on dragging Lu Jincheng out for breakfast.
Despite the homogenization of cuisine across cities due to advancements in logistics, breakfast remains the most authentic and original reflection of local culture.
In the main district of Liao City, nearly every street boasts one or two noodle shops.
Hand-stretched noodles are undoubtedly a signature dish of Liao City. To ensure the authentic taste, noodle shops must start simmering the first pot of bone broth at 4:30 am, so that by 6:00 am, the first bowl of noodles can be served.
You absolutely must eat this dish hot.
Wait too long, and the noodles lose their firmness, the temperature drops, and the aroma dissipates.
Serve, eat immediately, bury your head in the bowl, sweat pouring. Face to face, passions ignite—it's akin to falling madly in love.
