Only after Zhong Guoqiang left did Li Jianguo ask quietly:
"Xiao Long, you know the manager here?"
"I sold him fish and meat," Li Long said with a smile. "Those big meat buns I brought home came from his place. When I sold fish a few days ago, he wanted the innards too. That's how we got to know each other."
Li Jianguo nodded. So that was it.
Before long, the dishes arrived.
Braised pork, braised chicken pieces, beef with potatoes, braised lamb...
They were all hearty meat dishes.
Back then, big-plate chicken and chili chicken hadn't appeared yet. Everything served here was a traditional main dish. Li Long ordered four meat dishes and a plate of shredded potatoes, but Liang Yuemei firmly stopped him from ordering anything more.
The plates all looked enormous, but everyone's appetite was truly astonishing. They actually finished all five large plates, along with five bowls of rice.
Even the sauce on the plates was mopped up with steamed buns by Li Juan and Li Qiang.
After the meal, Liang Yuemei was still fine, but Li Jianguo, Li Long, Li Juan, and Li Qiang could barely bring themselves to move.
Since Li Long had spoken to Zhong Guoqiang when ordering earlier, someone was watching the horse cart, so they didn't have to worry about it.
Li Long marveled at how good food tasted in these days.
It was nothing like later years, when richer diets meant much smaller appetites. Now, when he ate noodles mixed with sauce, he needed at least three extra servings of noodles.
The saying that a growing boy could eat his father out of house and home was no exaggeration.
He remembered eating those noodles out in his fifties in his later life. Forget extra noodles-even at shops that served slightly