That morning when snowflakes hung on the branches, I looked at steaming steamed buns and tea eggs at the door, and I had an appetite inexplicably. There is no cover outside the store, and there is no logo after looking for it for a long time, so I have to open an unknown store. I passed by recently and took a closer look. There seems to be a price tag with the words Jinnan pasta written on it. It was submitted to DP for revision yesterday, but it is still the same today. The store is small and dimly lit, and can accommodate about 10 people at most. Two particularly unattractive electric vehicles, which should be redefined by the transportation department and cause the most frequent traffic accidents, are placed in the right hand and left hand of the entrance respectively. The food is not so good, the millet porridge is ok, a bit awkward; The steamed bread is very poor. I wonder what kind of meat it is. It tastes strange. It seems to be mixed with something, which is a little chemical and fishy. It seems no problem to give the tea eggs to someone else for inspection. There is basically no service.