The leisurely life of rebirth.

He Junyao broke open the horseshoe biscuit, which was hollow inside, and then just sandwiched a fried ghost in it, and handed it to Fang Monan.

The grey-haired old man watched He Junyao's movements and said with a smile. "There's an old saying—boys from the east, guys from the west, eat horseshoe sesame cakes with fruit early on, so it's horseshoe sesame cakes."

Fang Monan took a bite, it tasted crispy and sweet, very delicious.After swallowing the Shaobing fruit, he pursed his lips, "It's delicious!"

"Your elder brother is so kind to you!" The elders said with a smile, "Not bad! The young man knows how to take care of his sister!"

Fang Monan pursed his lips and looked at him jokingly, looking at He Junyao who was depressed. [

"The little girl is from out of town, right?" the grey-haired old man asked affirmatively.

"That's right! That's why I asked my brother to bring me to eat the authentic Beijing flavor." Fang Manan clenched the word "brother" tightly.

He Junyao grabbed her hand under the table, and gently scratched her palm, like a cat scratching, it was itchy, and he wanted to withdraw his hand, but was grabbed even tighter.This guy's 'revenge' is so direct.

"No wonder you don't know the difference, you don't know fried juniper!" said the old man wearing glasses kindly.

"Isn't it a fried ghost?" Fang Monan raised his eyes and asked suspiciously, his voice was sweet and glutinous, but in the eyes of these two old people, he was extremely cute.

"Fried fried ghosts, also known as fried fruits, out of resentment against the traitor Qin Hui for framing the national hero Yue Fei, the older generation once pronounced "you fried ghosts" as "fried junipers". We all called them noble peasants. "The grey-haired old man said with a smile.

"Now this is the only place where you can eat authentic fried juniper. This oval fruit was often produced and sold in porridge shops before and in the early days of liberation. Now! The general breakfast shop is full of deep-fried dough sticks." Dai The old man with glasses said.

Fang Monan nodded. Hearing what they said, the deep-fried Chinese juniper really resembles deep-fried dough sticks, and it tastes crispy!

"It is said that Yangcheng people eat breakfast (morning tea) the richest and the most particular. Let us tell you! This breakfast in the old capital city is definitely on par with it. Why is the emphasis on 'old' here, because the street breakfast is not as good as others' business nowadays. City', you can't admit defeat." The gray-haired old man was very interested, and it is rare for young people nowadays to listen to them "talking about ancient times" so seriously, so they speak with great enthusiasm.

The old man wearing glasses continued, "Our childhood impression of the food in the capital started early. At that time, it was usually an old man's family with roots in the imperial city. Early breakfasts were rarely made by ourselves, and most of them were bought from outside or bought from outside. go out to eat.

It was very convenient for us to have breakfast at that time!Don't go to the street, there are breakfast shops and breakfast stalls at alleys and alleys.If you are lazy again.Carrying carts, picking wontons, selling fried cakes, hot cakes, and even rice porridge, deep-fried dough sticks, and sesame seed cakes, walk around the streets and alleys, and hawk at the gate of your courtyard.

We were then.I lived in a courtyard, and I remember that Grandma Li in the east room of the courtyard yelled out at the door of a wheelbarrow peddler selling japonica rice porridge. Small pickles are 'presented' to Bai Rao.Hou Baolin's cross talk

Teacher Dai looked at Fang Monan's exquisite smiling face, as if he was willing to hear more about it. It is rare that young people like these now, and said happily, "Well, I'll tell you about it!"

Teacher Dai put down his chopsticks, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, pursed his lips, and stuffed it back into his pocket. He helped his lame eyes with one hand and asked, "Do you know what sheep's head soup is? Have you ever eaten? Haven’t you? Tsk tsk, if you’ve eaten this, it’s like a three-month-old who doesn’t know meat! Let me tell you, little girl! You can’t eat meat, the tip of the buttocks, those parts of the belly, that’s all Fat bag! If you eat meat, you have to eat offal, if you eat chicken, you have to eat chicken feet;

"Mutton is great tonic! It's the best to eat in winter." The grey-haired old man nodded in agreement.

Other diners said, "Mr. Dai, we know that Donglaishun's hot-boiled mutton is delicious! There are better than it."

Teacher Dai stood up straight, shyly showing his stomach, and put on an expert posture, "Donglaishun's hot-boiled lamb is good, but it's not as good as I said. It's not the best here."

"I know about the 'sheep's head horse' at the second stall in Langfang, fried pepper and salt with flying knives and thin paper." He Junyao said lightly and abruptly.

Teacher Dai glanced at He Junyao, who always had a cold face in surprise, and said silently, "Okay! Young man, you know how to do it!"

"Okay, surnamed Dai, don't be a fool." The gray-haired old man said eagerly.

Teacher Dai suddenly laughed, and began to explain with joy, "In "Miscellaneous Songs of Yanjing Snacks", it is said that the white water sheep's head of the sixth generation of the Ma family: in October, Yanjing is cold and cold, and the sheep's head is on the market. The taste is poor, and the salt flowers are scattered like Xuefei, crisp and not greasy and refreshing." He paused and continued, "This Baishui sheep head, the founder is an old artist from Langfang, named Ma Yukun, known as 'sheep head horse'! Beijing in winter With the northwest wind blowing, Uncle Ma was in the small alley of Xisiertiao, driving his small cart with copper-wrapped horns and wooden wheels, yelling his exclusive secret white water sheep's head!

"I saw Uncle Ma wearing a halal hat, a blue cloth coat, a white shirt, and white cuffs rolled up. Every day after four o'clock in the afternoon, he drove a wooden handcart with copper work around it. Exclusive homemade salt and pepper. As night falls, the operation is carried out with lights on. The old horse stands in the middle of the car, holds the ear knife in his hand, and brushes the lamb head meat. It is as fast as a knife, and the meat is as thin as paper. Sprinkle the salt and pepper in the horn , placed on the green lotus leaves, the fragrance is overflowing. Oh, that is a fragrance!  …

Every day around the old horse's car, there are many people watching the old horse's mutton head meat, and it has become a scene outside the front door after a long time.There is another characteristic of Lao Ma selling mutton head meat. If the salt and pepper are used up, no matter how much mutton head meat there is, it will not be sold.So a mantra was left behind: those who sell mutton head meat do not have fine salt when they go home (joke).It seems that eating white water mutton head meat will lose its flavor without the salt and pepper specially made by Lao Ma. "

Mr. Dai's unique Beijing films are like stand-up comedy, and the listeners are mesmerized.What's more, I heard that the diners are full of halazi!Can't wait to try this delicious sheep's head horse now!

Next, Mr. Dai talked about the roots of the imperial city, the time-honored pea yellow, kidney bean cake, bean juice burnt rings, tea soup noodle tea, which one's pea yellow is the most fragrant and refreshing, which one's bean juice is the most pungent Enough taste, the tone of a senior connoisseur, the posture is like Emperor Qianlong commenting on the Manchu banquet, and what the speaker said was right and clear.

The listener is fascinated by it, and the non-stop stream of halazi from my mother's family.

"My darling! Living here at the foot of the imperial city for so many years is a waste of time. You must try it!" All the diners said in unison, "Yes! Yes! It's affordable and cheap, why don't you eat it!"

"If you know how to drink when you are dry, you must drink it, it is a common saying!" Dai teacher said again with glasses.

"Of course I know. Ganqier breaks when you break it with your hands. It tastes crispy, salty, fragrant and has a poor aftertaste. This is a good food for schoolchildren and common people in old Beijing when they were hungry. My old man buys a drink!" one of the diners, about forty years old, said with a smile.

His words aroused the nostalgia of the older generation. They all had the experience of buying dry porridge for their old man with money. The remaining two cents were used to buy a white rabbit toffee in winter, and Buy a popsicle.The toffee is divided into several pieces at home, and the younger brothers and sisters share each other. The popsicles are eaten one bite at a time. If you eat too much, you will be beaten. This will make the neighbors envious for a long time.

In the early 60s, the packaging of the white rabbit toffee was a little different from the present. The white rabbit pattern was lying down, and later it was changed to a jumping white rabbit.But for many people born in the 50s and 60s, it is impossible to eat it often. "It's good to be able to steal white sugar on weekdays, how dare you expect milk candy."

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