The florist line

it's the real food that people think is good on the streets, but that's what's gonna survive for years. several shops can be opened on foot every day and several shops can be closed. after the baptism of the market, and the increasingly picky mouths of the people, the unsavory food can only say bye-bye. there is a florist shop on yang's lawn, waiting in line every time he goes to it. three or two tables, one table at a time, one at a time. eating is the air. there is no luxurious renovation, no luxuriousware, compared to the high-spectrum hotels, but the unique market wells and pyrotechnics in street shops make food easier to eat and warmer. every time i come out here, i'll order a florist line to decompress, seafood, original, sour, but i love sour spicy. the sour soup hasn't been down yet. we have to drink a few sips in order to be able to figure out what's going on. markets are always the test of food truth. but everything that is not good will disappear in a few days. as long as it's delicious, as long as it's expensive, as long as it's hard to get, there's never a shortage of money. today a bowl of florist lines was made at home, and the first one was successful. the main thing is that after eating this meal, you don't even have to wash your bowls, the sourness of vinegar, the spicyness of rice, the freshness of the manicure, the cuisine of rice wires, they're all mixed together and they make a great bowl of happiness. the moment i opened, it felt like the whole world was mine. little happiness, but a bowl of platinum lines fills the belly, and a feeling of satisfaction rises。