What won't Lao Zhu eat?
He immediately responded, "Eat, eat, eat! This is delicious! Get me two more pounds—it's on me!"
As he said that, he urged Xiaodu, "You do it, you pay."
Then he started discussing, "Decades ago, I went to a town in the blistering summer heat. The fan in the shop made our heads dizzy, and the state-run restaurant ran out of ingredients, so they served us tomato fried dough soup!"
It was both food and drink, and a mix of soup and dish. I had no appetite at the time, but I was starving beyond endurance! Sweating buckets, I downed a bowl—and boy, was I satisfied!
Lao Zhu still reminisces about it to this day!
But, up in the mountains, they forbid us from eating these fried things. Everything is light, bland, and geared toward health... But if you ask Lao Zhu, once you've boiled those fried dough pieces, what difference does it make from frying?
What's the big deal about eating some?
Mr. Yang wholeheartedly agreed!
