The leisurely life of rebirth.

Fortunately, the snow on the road had been cleared, it was still early before work, and there were not many cars, which allowed He Junyao to drive so fast.In future generations, unless your car can fly, you will have to move step by step like a snail.

"Here!" With a thought in He Junyao's mind, a palm-sized gift box was put into his hand from the back seat, and stuffed directly into Fang Monan's arms.

Fang Monan couldn't hide the surprise on his face when he rudely handed over the small gift, and it just hit He Junyao's dark eyes, calm, but the knuckles of the hand holding the steering wheel were white , slipped twice on the steering wheel, it seems...a little nervous?

Fang Monan shook his head amusedly, but he never forgot to practice.

After Fang Monan's eyes slipped around him, his star eyes lowered, and he looked down at the small box in his arms, a little curious about what he would give, opened it, an unexpected gift, "Wow...I like this flower, Edible!" It was a three-dimensional sugar painting flower basket, and there were bright red roses in the flower basket, which smelled sweet, and Fang Monan licked it childishly, and it was indeed made of white sugar. [

The flower baskets are rich in color, crystal clear in texture, and clear in three-dimensional effect... This rose is even more addictive than the real one.

Her liking made the man sitting in the opposite driver's seat heave a sigh of relief.Sure enough, she likes these traditional old things, and they are always so real, and they will never waste money.If you give real roses, she probably won't like it.

Fang Monan raised his head and looked at him smiling very happily, but what happened to the flickering sadness in his eyes?

Fang Monan patted him on the shoulder and exaggeratedly said, "Brother He, who knows me!"

She really likes him so much, she didn't expect the old-fashioned and serious him to be so interesting.

Money can't buy a good heart!Gift giving is of course what the other party likes.

It is the first time in this life to recover flowers, especially such special flowers, of course I can't help but be overjoyed.Compared to roses, they are the stuff of the rich.She prefers the natural blooming and withering of roses, rather than being picked and played by others.All women like men to send flowers, but what she likes more is this thought.

"Where did it come from!" Fang Monan raised his eyes and asked curiously.At this time, the old craftsmanship has been abandoned a lot, and even if you can see it, it is only in the big temple fairs, but those are traditional sugar kneaders, and the sugar paintings are very thin.But without the realistic style of the flower basket in her hand, the roses are detailed and lifelike, full of three-dimensional sense.

"It wasn't you who made it, right?" Fang Monan said with certainty. "You really did it." Unexpectedly!He still has this skill.

"Yeah!" He Junyao nodded, and he glanced at the flower basket as if sad.It seems to remember!

Fang Monan stroked his chin and looked him up and down, there must be a story, and it was not easy to inquire about his sad appearance.Have chance!

Fang Monan leaned over, touched his cheek with his small mouth, and quickly withdrew, but this time he didn't catch him.A trace of cunning flickered between his lips.Hopefully that will erase the sadness in his eyes. "I love so much!"

He Junyao froze for a moment, regained his senses, and pursed his lips. Fortunately, he drove steadily, and a smile flashed between his brows and eyes.If he didn't drive again, he would have executed her on the spot, and kissed her enough!

He Junyao could only touch the top of her head reassuringly for the worried eyes she cast.Said he was fine.

Fang Monan asked with a smile, "Where can I have breakfast!"

"Take you to taste the real Beijing taste and Beijing charm." He Junyao said.

Fang Monan smiled knowingly when he heard his words, what she wanted was such a down-to-earth feeling.Romance can't be eaten as a meal, they have already passed the lush years of taking sleazy as fun.This kind of subtle thoughtfulness can make her feel at ease. She looked at him with surprisingly gentle eyes.

He sits in the driver's seat.The bright sunlight shone on his body, soaking his cold face and softening it a lot.Under the sun, he is like a smooth silhouette of flowing clouds and flowing water, with an extremely breath-taking charm.

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With the transformation of the city, the real Beijing taste and charm may only be found in history.

Under the ever-changing imperial city, it is very difficult to accurately locate a time-honored snack bar.Maybe an alley that is still full of fragrance today will become a dinner for Tuji tomorrow.Those old shops with a long history spend their time in exhaustion.Since tomorrow can't be predicted, let Fang Monan and the others enjoy the present and appreciate the authentic delicacy of the capital.

Of course, to appreciate the splendor of the Huangcheng Gener Breakfast Market, one needs to go to alleys, alleys, and streets to eat and experience it. There are breakfast shops and stalls, as well as mutton beds, which sell fresh beef and mutton, and steamed bun shops. , Cut noodle shop "part-time job" to join.

He Junyao parked the car in the area of ​​Beixiaojie and Siyanjing, and the two got out of the car and locked the door.He Junyao took Fang Monan's hand and walked into the alley. The snow had been cleared.

Fang Monan and the others walked in the alley early in the morning and could smell the smell of oily smoke to find a breakfast stall. There were many mutton beds, and the store was not small.The mutton buns on the stove in front of the door were hot, and the stewed offal soup in the pot smelled fragrant from afar, and the young man in the shop yelled: "Eat it, the hot buns just got, every mouthful is top-notch oil."You buy a few, wrap them in lotus leaves, add fragrance to them, and make you "greedy".

There is absolutely no unruly scene when you are crowded to work.Everyone is lined up, and they are all neighbors who jump in line and can't afford to lose that person. Those who come to buy breakfast are all people in their 40s and [-]s. Young people can't get up, and they sleep late with their quilts on their backs!There are not many young people who come to buy breakfast in life. Many young people eat egg-filled biscuits on the road to satisfy their hunger.

Street breakfasts range from dry to thin, soft to hard, cold to hot, salty to sweet.Fried cakes and fried ghosts are eaten and fried immediately; soybean milk, soybean juice, and noodle tea are always hot; sugar ears, sugar fire, big crispy, burnt rings, oil pastry fire, bean paste fire, snails, ox tongue cake in the glass cabinet , bean noodle cake, smiling... colorful, tempting appetite.

When it comes to "sound and color", the breakfast stalls on the street not only have shouts, but also "professional bel canto" to attract people.In the biscuit shop, the master works quickly and bakes the biscuits well, especially when he throws dough and rolling agent on the chopping board. stick sound.Then you know that the biscuits are out of the oven.

Fang Monan looked at the people who lined up to buy breakfast, and there were all kinds of guys in their hands, some were holding pots, some were holding pots, and some were holding cold bottles.

As soon as Fang Monan and He Junyao stepped into the breakfast shop, the old diners inside were surprised to see the two newcomers, such handsome and young strange faces, which really made them rare in the magic dance of the sun and the moon!

A girl's pea green knee-length plush cashmere coat, a round doll collar, and a circle of purple mink fur around the collar. The fluffy skin is as delicate as pink porcelain, smooth as jade.With a smile on his face.It is more mellow and cute, and immediately wins the favor of everyone.

The man beside him was wearing a long black coat, looking cold and resolute.He looked at her from time to time, lowered his head slightly, and a very shallow smile hung on the corner of his lips.

The breakfast shop is not big, but it is clean and tidy, and it is not full yet.Fang Monan and the others picked a smaller table and sat down.The diners in the store just came back to their senses, looked at each other, and shook their heads, never seeing each other.

"Two things, let's have sesame sesame cakes, fried ghosts, and horseshoe sesame cakes." He Junyao nodded.

"Okay! Just wait a moment!" The boy laughed cheerfully.

After He Junyao finished ordering, the two old men at the next table looked at him in surprise, "Young man is not bad! All the orders are the most authentic in this store. In the whole capital, the taste of this restaurant is the most authentic." One went up Said the old man with gray hair.

"I just came here because I knew it was delicious." He Junyao said lightly.

The two old men kept nodding.Listening to the Beijing movies in this mouth, I am a local, so I probably can't live in this area.

"That's right, that's right. Young people these days have lived in high-rise buildings for a long time. They are used to having milk and bread for breakfast. Those things are the stuff of foreign devils. Where can we have someone to support us!" the old man continued.

Fang Monan smiled and said, "A side of water and soil supports a side of people."

"The little girl is right, that's the reason." Another old man said, he has black-rimmed eyes, and he is still a lame eye, and he has a spectacle leg stuck with white tape. "Hey! This is the real old capital, high-rise buildings are devouring the lives of people under our imperial city." The tone was regretful and sad.

This is the Nai of urban development. It is always after the destruction that it remembers the past, and desperately searches for the traditions handed down from the old capital.People always wait until they lose it before they know how to cherish it. [

Beijing taste is memorable earlier, and I hope to revive the prosperous time. Don't become an "intangible heritage", it's too early.

"Brother He, what are the two things!" Fang Monan raised his eyes and asked with a smile on his lips.

"The little girl doesn't know!" The old man with glasses said with a smile, "The two are meatballs and tofu soup! There are two kinds of stewed meatballs, which can be thickened or not. The croquettes are not complicated and cannot be separated from mung beans. Noodles, crushed vermicelli, five-spice powder, after frying, it looks like jujube, yellowish brown, tastes not salty, and must be stewed to eat. The pot for cooking meatballs is covered with two semi-circular willow wood pot lids, meatballs and bean bubbles cook together."

"Here! Here it comes. Look for yourself!" He pouted.

The store clerk brought two dishes and placed them in front of Fang Monan and the others, a large white porcelain bowl with a blue border, and meatballs and tofu floating in the soup!Then they put the freshly baked sesame sesame cakes, fried ghosts, and horseshoe sesame cakes on a plate and served them up.

"Two kinds", topped with sesame sauce, fermented bean curd juice, coriander powder, leek powder, and a few drops of chili oil.

"Little girl, try it quickly! It's best to eat this in winter, it warms the stomach and keeps the cold away!" The old people at the next table urged.

Fang Monan took a sip of the soup with a spoon, and ate the meatballs in one bite.Um!It's spicy and hot. Just stewing the meatballs is not only delicious, but the soup is even better. You can add more meatball soup, the more you drink, the more moist it is.

"How about it, it's delicious! In the early years, it was called "Yangche meatballs". There are staghorn and day lily in the stew, and the freshly baked sesame seed cakes are even more beautiful." The old man wearing glasses continued with a smile Speaking of the delicacy they have experienced for many years, it seems that they have tasted the delicacy of the world in words.

Ps:

Please pink, please.