Food starts with Mapo Tofu

The Zheduo River passes through the city of Kangding, dividing the city into two halves.

The Zheduo River is fast-moving, and you can see a high mountain along the river. Compared with Chengdu, the night view is a bit more natural. If the water town in the south of the Yangtze River is a quiet beauty, just sitting there makes people feel peaceful and peaceful. , then Kangding City is like a girl on horseback, with a little more eagerness in her temper, but also a little more wildness.

The roads on both sides are where cars and pedestrians walk, and the locals have long been accustomed to this.

Therefore, some of the photos and punch cards that can be seen along the river along the way, look excited, and those who keep exclaiming must be outsiders.

Chen Nian is no exception.

Here, they took a lot of photos.

Under the background of the colorful lights, the photos look good no matter how they are taken, and there is not even much need for post-editing.

"It's a pity that the water here is too fast to take a boat, otherwise it would be nice for us to take a wedding photo in the river."

"Yeah, it's better like our place, the water flows very slowly." An Hongdou nodded, apparently she also had the same idea.

They wandered here at night, took a walk and went back.

After returning to the hotel, they also asked the young lady at the front desk if there were any interesting places nearby.

"The places most tourists go to are Tagong Grassland and Xindu Bridge, but I recommend you to go to Mosca Village. The scenery there is very good, especially in this season, no matter it is sunny or cloudy, it is very beautiful. If I have to recommend you one place, then I will definitely recommend you to Mosca Village."

"Mosca Village? Thank you, let's go back and plan."

"Yeah." Seeing that the two of them intend to go to the place she recommended, the young lady also felt better together.

After returning to the room, Chen Nian and An Hongdou went online to look at the attractions that they learned about outside today.

"Actually, I think the Lavender Manor is still very good. We can go there, but if we go to the Lavender Manor, I feel that I need to buy a purple dress, so that it will be more matching."

Listening to An Hongdou's words, Chen Nian nodded.

"Then let's go to both sides. If it doesn't work, we can stay here for an extra day. Tomorrow, we will go to the two scenic spots in Xinduqiao, and then go to Mosca Village the day after tomorrow."

While talking, Chen Nian checked the surrounding accommodation and the distance between these places on the Internet.

"There are quite a lot of places to live in Xinduqiao, but Mosca Village is not easy to live in. The nearest homestay is nearly [-] kilometers away, and if we go through Xinduqiao, it will take more than five hours to drive, otherwise In this way, we will get up early tomorrow to buy clothes, and then go to Xinduqiao after shopping. We can stay as long as we can in the rest of the day.

If we can’t finish shooting in one day, we will continue to shoot in the morning the next day, then set off for Danba in the afternoon, stay there overnight, and go to Mosca Village the next morning, so we can have enough time Go play and take pictures. "

"Okay, just listen to you."

After planning their itinerary, they washed up and went to bed early.

Early the next morning, the two woke up and went out to have breakfast.

I also went to a Tibetan restaurant here.

It was also recommended by the lady at the front desk.

Here, they ordered yak meat buns, yogurt buns, and potato buns.

"Red beans, what else do you eat?" Chen Nian asked.

"It's enough for me to eat buns, and I'll order another butter tea." An Hongdou looked at the menu and replied.

"Don't you want another face?"

"I can't eat anymore, why don't you order one and I'll eat yours later."

"Okay." Then Chen Nian ordered another order of Tibetan noodles with meat.

Chen Nian likes to eat meat, and he asked about it when ordering. The difference between meat and vegetarian dishes is that there is meat in the meat, and the price is only one yuan more.

Soon the butter tea was brought over.

Butter tea is served in a copper pot, which looks very delicate.

"Grandma, is this pot golden?"

Chen Nian jokingly asked a grandma who was sitting next to her. The grandma was the owner of the shop, and she was sitting there sewing something.

"It's golden." Grandma said with a happy smile. Although her teeth were almost lost, she was very cheerful and optimistic, and she also joked with Chen Nian.

"If it's gold, I'll take it later."

Grandma was not in a hurry when she heard this: "Then I will give it to you. We don't give it to other guests, but you two look pleasing to the eye. If you want it, you can take it after you finish eating. We have more here." a lot of."

Chen Nian only thought it was grandma joking, and soon chatted with An Hongdou and grandma.

Although grandma speaks with a heavy accent and doesn't speak Chinese fluently, she is very talkative, talking about some customs and living habits of their place.

Chen Nian and An Hongdou were fascinated for a while listening to the stories told by grandma.

"Try our butter tea. I don't know if you can get used to it. Butter tea is salty. It contains butter, tea and salt. Many young people who come here to play are not used to drinking it, but some People still love to drink."

"Grandma, is this butter tea also handed down by you?"

"Yes, it's been there since a long time ago. We often drink it ourselves. When you come here to play, some people will have a headache, but after drinking butter tea, the pain will go away."

Chen Nian nodded, picked it up and took a sip.

It was also the first time for him to drink butter tea, and he felt that the taste was a bit strange, with a bit of milk flavor in it, but it didn't seem like milk was directly added to it, it was more like butter.

"Grandma, is this ghee extracted from milk?"

"Yes, we usually use yak milk here, and we also use goat's milk. Boil the milk and pour it into a butter bucket, then beat it up and down, and the milk and oil will separate. We put the milk on top Take out a layer of oil and put it in cold water, the oil will form a ball, and then knead the other things in it with your hands like kneading dough, and the rest is ghee.”

Aging thought that this is somewhat similar to butter, but butter is more complicated to make than ghee.

Moreover, the production process is a bit similar to the pastry for dim sum, except that flour is used in the pastry, and the dry pastry is wrapped in water pastry, and rolled to make the two pieces of dough into a whole.

Due to the different properties of the two pieces of dough, the dry pastry is separated by layers of water and oil, forming many layers.

When the shortening is stirred and foamed at a high speed in the air, the fine air bubbles in the air are absorbed by the shortening, and this gas-containing property of the oil is called caseinization.

So there are still many differences in essence.

The method of ghee is relatively rough and simple, so it will taste a little fishy, ​​and according to grandma, ghee is extracted from milk, and then in this special barrel, salt and boiled strong tea are added, and then Stir repeatedly with a wooden handle to make the ghee and tea blend together and present a milky shape.

Drinking it in one sip, it feels a little greasy and a little salty.

"I'm really not used to it." The red bean also took a sip, feeling unaccustomed to drinking it.

"Drink it, didn't grandma just say that you will have altitude sickness when you first entered Tibet, and drinking some butter tea can relieve the symptoms."

An Hongdou nodded.

One of her biggest advantages in terms of diet is that although some things are not so favorite, they can still be eaten.

Even now, this butter tea tastes like drinking traditional Chinese medicine for the first time.

But apart from the taste, the warm feeling of this hot butter tea is still very comfortable.

However, steamed buns and steamed buns were soon brought out, but the steamed buns looked a bit like dumplings, and the steamed buns had a strange shape, not round, but more like random cakes.

Chen Nian first took a potato bun.

"This really looks like a dumpling," An Hongdou said.

"Maybe the buns here are in this shape. The Central Plains food is passed on here. It is normal to pass on the wrong name, just like the glutinous rice balls and Yuanxiao in the south and the north. They should be one thing, but they are passed on. The approach becomes different.”

"But this potato steamed stuffed bun tastes really delicious. It's also salty inside, and it has a little taste of green peppercorns. It's numb. It's like mashed potatoes inside, but it's not completely mashed. Potatoes. The potatoes themselves It’s also very fragrant, and I feel like I might have been a potato star in my previous life.”

Chen Nian smiled, and picked up a small plate, which contained the hot sauce he had just added: "Dip it in and try it."

An Hongdou dipped the potato buns she bit into the chili sauce dish.

"This hot sauce is different from ours, it's delicious."

Eating An Hongdou also beamed with joy.

The body is shaking, this is what An Hongdou will show when he eats the food he likes.

Mouth full, chewing big mouthfuls, sitting opposite my beloved, who is still on the way to travel freely.

All happiness gathered together is the greatest happiness.

After eating a potato bun, they took another sip of buttered tea.

I feel a little better when I drink the second cup. Although I am still a bit unaccustomed to the salty oily taste, compared to the first cup, it is now slightly acceptable.

At this time, the Tibetan noodles ordered before Chen Nian were also served.

A bowl is not big, about the size of An Hongdou's palm spread out.

The bottom of the soup looked a little clear, with a layer of oil droplets floating on it, the meat was cut into half-centimeter cubes, and some chopped green onions were sprinkled on it.

"It looks a bit bland." An Hongdou looked at it and said.

Chen Nian nodded, but he still smelled a fragrance from this bowl of noodles.

The scent seemed to tell him that this bowl of noodles was not what it seemed on the surface.

At this time, the grandma on the side spoke again.

"The noodles here are different from other places. Although all the wheat is used, the wheat here is drier. We used to have an old saying that we used to make buns and dumplings with the stuffing exposed, and the noodles were broken into pieces and made into steamed buns. tooth."

"Grandma, don't you only eat barley noodles here?" An Hongdou asked in surprise.

But as soon as she finished speaking, she realized that she seemed to have made a mistake.

This is the same as people in Inner Mongolia ride horses to school every day and live in yurts.

"No, we also have wheat here, but when we eat noodles, we usually make the noodles first, boil them and dry them, and then boil them in a pot when we eat them."

Chen Nian nodded.

Then he took a sip of the Tibetan noodles. The noodles themselves were indeed not that chewy, but they weren't so outrageously dry either.

It's just that the taste of Tibetan noodles is a bit unexpected.

The taste is not as light as imagined, but very flavorful.

Most of this flavor comes from the soup base.

So Chen Nian took another sip of soup.

"This soup is like beef soup." Chen Nian said.

"Yes, it's beef soup. We get up very early every day to make soup."

This really surprised Chen Nian.

No wonder there are so many oil droplets on it. It turns out that this soup is broth, which can be eaten. Except for some salt, there is no seasoning added.

The soup is not too white, but it tastes delicious.

Then Chen Nian gave the red beans a taste.

"Wow, why is this noodle so delicious!"

"I knew I wanted a bowl too!" Hongdou said in surprise.

"It's okay, or you can eat this from me, or we can have another bowl in time."

"Forget it, I'm full, let's eat next time, we will probably pass through many Tibetan cities next time, there should be some in there."

Seeing that An Hongdou didn't eat it, Chen Nian also added some hot sauce to the noodles.

He found it even better with hot sauce.

After eating more than half of the bowl, Chen Nian picked up the beef buns.

After one bite, the yak meat is full of fragrance and mellow juice. After eating one, after thinking about it for a long time, he asked the boss to order three more.

Such a delicious steamed stuffed bun, how can one be enough?
In this small shop full of ethnic charm, maybe everything is old, but for the old and An Hongdou, these are all novel.

Eating Tibetan food in a restaurant with Tibetan decoration style, the style suddenly rises. It is hard to imagine that so many amazing delicacies can be handed down from the original barren land.

Chen Nian was thinking about the inheritance of food culture, while Hongdou took out a pen and paper, trying to write down the inspiration that just flashed by.

Throughout the ages, the Chinese people have been good at creating delicious food in ordinary life, and this is especially true in these places where the conditions were difficult in ancient times.

These practices are like imparting the mother tongue to a close relative. The mother deeply implants the sense of taste in the memory of the child, and these practices are also deeply engraved in the cultural heritage of the nation.

One meal, one vegetable, one drink and one peck. It is hard to say whether people have changed food or food has changed people, but no matter whether they rely on mountains or water, laborers have delicious food that is exclusive to their hometown people.

"Thank you grandma, thank you auntie, today's breakfast is delicious." After eating, Chen Nian paid.

But at this moment, grandma suddenly got up and went to the back kitchen.

Soon, he walked out tremblingly, leaning on the wall, holding a delicate copper pot in the other hand.

"This is for you, I hope you can come to play with us often in the future."