In a famous restaurant with four generations living under one roof (this name is very distinctive), several people sat quietly, joking, and Huimian Noodles served it. Thick porcelain bowl, white flour and coarse noodles, little soup, no vegetables and meat slices. How to eat dried noodles? My friend saw my suspicion and said that all the dishes were below. Chopsticks are selected, and the vegetables and meat are all below. If you eat it correctly, the emblem is just like Yuanyang people. All the good things are hidden, so we can't keep a low profile without showing them to the public.
It tastes salty and has no other taste. Huimian Noodles in Yuanyang is as thick and oily as Huimian Noodles in Changyuan. The meat is mutton, but this mutton is a piece of braised pork. Cooked meat, then soaked in soy sauce and vinegar. Inhale the fragrance of fennel. This meat tastes like fennel. To tell the truth, the emblem of the mandarin duck really turns my stomach.
Changyuan people are generous and unassuming, so unlike Yuanyang Huimian Noodles, Changyuan Huimian Noodles is the place where vegetables and meat are put on the Huimian Noodles. There is not much dough, thick soup, a few slices of mutton and a handful of coriander. It looks very appetizing. Now there is a nourishing Huimian Noodles in Changyuan. Face as white as jade. Add quail eggs, tofu skin, vermicelli, medlar and astragalus, and it tastes delicious. Changyuan people love learning, are good at innovation, and use their intelligence in the creation of food. So the emblem has its own flavor.
But Rao is so, but the Yuanyang people eat with relish. Different winds in ten miles, different customs in a hundred miles, Yuanyang people used to like this taste. Yuanyang Huimian Noodles is not only eaten by Yuanyang people, but also provoked Zhengzhou people across a river. On the vast Yellow River beach, next to the dragon-shaped Yellow River Bridge, Shuangjing Village has a donkey meat restaurant and a Huimian Noodles restaurant. Signboards with gold fonts on a black background, antique quadrangles. People from the city came in droves. The roads near the village are full of cars.
In the warm sunshine, walking around the village, the house looks like nothing. The villagers are either standing at the door chatting or some children are playing in the street. In early winter, leaves rustle and a few birds sing on the bare poplar branches. I feel a simple and quiet atmosphere. When people from the city go to the countryside, eating is just one thing, and on the other hand, they just feel the atmosphere.