The leisurely life of rebirth.

The diners also looked nostalgic, and one of them said, "Your family's conditions are good! At that time, after school, we could only wait and watch in the grain and oil store, such as Lingnan biscuits, which are available in bulk or packaged. Bulk milk and salt soda cakes, sandwich cakes, and wafers were placed in large transparent glass jars, and we drool while looking at them. We were very sensible at that time, and we all knew that the family did not have much money. We could only look at it every day, looking forward to the New Year Eat a little during the festival."

All the diners felt the same way, they all experienced it, and they all talked about the snacks they ate when they were young, but the snacks that everyone talked about the most were roasted sweet potatoes, which could not be eaten outside. Mom bought them and dad put them in the coal stove Sitting on a small bench, roasting it carefully and attentively, the aroma slowly spread out, and the whole alley could smell it. This sweet potato is still hungry.

"This sweet potato is a good thing. It's a high-yielding crop with high yield and fast growth. It's what made us survive the famine years." Some people said.

"When I was young, my family was poor and I had no money to buy snacks. I went to Yinding Bridge to watch people buy sugar officials, and walked around them. I could have fun for a long time. I was embarrassed to see people buying sugar officials. I am reluctant to eat until it is released."

"You kid, you've been so fond of taking advantage since you were a child!" Someone who knew him joked. [

"Who said that! We are not the masters who take advantage of it, and we have helped the old man a lot." He yelled loudly.

They are all neighbors, no one knows who, no wonder the kid is promising!When I was young, I knew how to exchange physical strength for things, but when I grow up, I know how to exchange brains for wealth!Don't look at his plain clothes and living in a hutong, he is the first person in the hutong to drive a Santana car.

He went on to say, "However, our childhood was full of fun. In the lotus pond in Houhai Yan'er, we used to flop around bare buttocks in summer and throw sandbags in Dongming Hutong. Eat the delicious fried noodles made by my mother, and the noodle tea sprinkled with sesame sauce and salt and pepper. It’s no worse than outside.” He paused and continued. "Compared with us, children nowadays are much happier."

All the diners nodded in unison.

"Mr. Dai, are there any other delicious snacks at the root of our imperial city?" These diners were 'fooled' by the old man's humorous words, and their interest rose.

At this time, it is not as convenient as consulting for future generations. You can check everything online and you will be able to see clearly and detailed details about the murder of the wealthy family.

Teacher Dai beckoned and said, "Give me another bowl of two different things. After talking for a while, I feel hungry again!" Rolling up his sleeves, this is to "do a big job!" '

"Okay!" The boy replied with a smile.

"Ha ha……"

"Hurry up, it's been a long time since Old Dai gave us such advice." The grizzled old man joked.

Teacher Dai is not annoyed by the old neighbor's teasing.What he said is the truth. After retiring, he hasn't said so much for a long time.It seems to be back on the podium again.But this time he was more willing to talk about the things that were close to their closest relatives at the root of the imperial city.When people get old, they miss the past more.

Huh!I have nothing to do!It's a good way to pass the time looking for existing old 'antiques' under the roots of the imperial city!We can't let the children only remember milk and bread and forget their ancestors.Teacher Dai thought so.

The little boy served a bowl of two kinds in a hurry, and Teacher Dai didn't care about boiling it, so he ate a few spoonfuls.Putting down the spoon, took out the handkerchief and licked his lips again, "There is a poem that says: when you wake up in the afternoon, you must add dried ginger and sesame paste to hot noodle tea. Noodle tea is usually sold in the afternoon. Why do we like noodle tea? One is to open the spleen. Stomach invigorating. The second is to satisfy your hunger, and the third is to satisfy your hunger for morning exercise." He paused and said, "If the little girl wants to eat, I will tell you that it is the most authentic."

"Hey! Thank you!" Fang Monan smiled and thanked.

He Junyao took out a portable notebook from his pocket and wrote it down, as well as the walking route.

This action of He Junyao greatly pleased Mr. Dai, and he looked at him with relief.

Teacher Dai ate the remaining two items Xilihulu.The movements are fast and not rude, but reveal the forthrightness and kindness of a northern man.Apparently the home is in good condition.If you imagine the literati of that era, you will have the answer.

After Mrs. Dai finished eating, he still wiped his mouth, and started a stand-up comedy by himself, "This fried pimple is actually gnocchi, but it must have side dishes. It should be fried with yellow and green, and golden in color. Some ground beef, the taste is almost gone! The most popular home-cooked pasta in Old Beiping during the Republic of China!.

According to legend, in the early years of the Republic of China, a mother and daughter surnamed Mu opened a small noodle shop called "Guangfu Pavilion" in Zangjiaqiao, northeast of Hufang Bridge, Xuanwu District.The store mainly serves a variety of pasta at low prices.Due to the small profit and mediocre meals, at the beginning, the business was only enough to maintain the family, which was very sluggish.I accidentally invented this kind of pasta, and named it "fried pimples". In this way, the prototype of fried pimples took shape.Later, it slowly developed into a special snack. [

Because the owner's surname is Mu and there is no man in the family, the common people jokingly call it Mu's Village.At that time, a famous calligrapher wrote an impromptu poem after eating the fried lumps, praising the fried lumps in 'Mujiazhai': "Mu Guiying, a visitor to Yanjing for [-] years, can't forget Mu Guiying every meal."Send a message to her waitress, has she ever spooned the soup herself?Famous painters Hu Peiheng and Yu Feian also presented calligraphy and paintings to express their love and admiration for the "Mujiazhai" fried lumps. "

"I know Dongen Yuanju is famous for fried lumps, but I've never heard of Mujiazhai!" some diners yelled.

"After the death of the mistress of the Mu family in 52, the business ceased. You were not even born at that time! Your father must know."

"Hehe..." Everyone laughed together,

"Fortunately, it is famous for its delicious fried pimples, and many people imitate it. Among them, the "Dongen Yuanju" in Lishamao Hutong outside Qianmen is the most famous." Mr. Dai obviously said this to He Junyao.

"Oh! I'm going to be late." One of the middle-aged men stood up suddenly, "My perfect attendance award!" The diners in the small shop looked at their watches at 45:[-], and hurried out.

"Boss! I'll settle accounts for you when I come back at noon!"

"Okay! Let's go now! It's never too late." The shop owner waved his hand very forcefully. They are all neighbors, so it's not too late.

Those rushing to work rode their bicycles like they were on hot wheels, and walked away like their buttocks were on fire.

Half of the diners walked away in the small shop, and the rest were elderly people, some of whom were still carrying bird cages.

It was even more awkward when Fang Monan and He Junyao were among a group of old people.

Teacher Dai asked in surprise, "You don't have to go to work or school!"

"We're on vacation!" Fang Monan laughed. "Teacher Dai still can't tell!"

Seeing that they didn't intend to leave, "Talk! But excuse me for a moment." Teacher Dai got up and left, and went to the public toilet in the alley.The old man in the shop hula la also went to relieve himself, people have three urgencies!

While everyone was gone, the shop owner and the waiter quickly cleaned up the dishes on the table.

He Junyao gave Fang Monan another order, Luoshizhuaner and Ganchuer, He Junyao broke them into pieces and brought them in front of her.He Junyao picked up the snail and chewed it in his mouth, "It still tastes the same."

He Junyao picked up another snail and put it next to Fang Monan's mouth, and she bit it into her mouth, eh!Crunchy on the outside, soft and delicious on the inside.

"That!" Fang Monan pursed his lips, He Junyao picked up a dry pout and fed it to Fang Monan.

"Hmm! Crunchy!" Fang Monan licked his light pink lips lightly with the tip of his tender tongue, watching He Junyao's eyes gradually darken with winking eyes, the corners of Fang Monan's lips curled up slightly, Bend a naughty arc.

Fang Monan smiled, his eyes were as bright as jewels.shining brightly.Laughing like a treacherous fox, the tail behind him is wagging proudly.

He Junyao liked such a delicate and pretty Fang Monan, he pinched her pretty little face dotingly, and said in a low and loving voice, "You girl!" He picked up a snail and fed it to her.

In the eyes of outsiders, he looks like a good brother, the middle-aged man who loves to take advantage, said with a smile, "You brothers and sisters have such a good relationship!"[

He Junyao stared at her side face, with a fleeting smile between his brows and eyes, and said in a deep voice, "I only treat her well!" The deep voice slipped into his ears, like a lover whispering in his ears.

A very ordinary and ordinary sentence, in Fang Monan's ears, made her heart skip a beat. She, who had let go of her hand just now, took the initiative to grab his hand this time, gently rubbing his palm back and forth .

He Junyao's heart was instantly filled with tenderness, the corners of his mouth curved into an arc, as if his heart had been brushed by a feather, he held her hand tightly, it's better not to scratch her, this teasing was unbearably itchy.

Fortunately, one after another, the old people came back and diverted their attention.The shop owner served each old man a cup of red dates and hawthorn tea.Digestion and blood enrichment.

Teacher Dai took a sip of tea and saw the snacks on Fang Monan's table, "This snail dumpling is named for its exposed circles of sesame paste, which resemble the shell pattern of a conch shell. Make a medicine, roll it into pieces, spread sesame paste and pepper salt, roll it into a roll, then hold both ends of the hand and turn the steering wheel left and right, press it into a shape like a sesame seed cake, put it on an iron pan and bake it until it is seven or eight mature , and then put it into the fire stove and bake it on the horse road. It is suitable for all ages, and everyone loves to eat it. I ate this a lot when I was young.”

Teacher Dai also introduced many snacks from the roots of the imperial city, which not only brought back memories of the old man, but also aroused the gluttons of Fang Monan and He Junyao.

"In short, I can't finish talking about these snacks for three days and three nights. Some of them have disappeared in the past few years. You can look for them carefully." Teacher Dai said with a smile, "Do you still want to hear it!"

"Think!" Fang Monan nodded, resting his chin on his hand, as if listening attentively.

Fang Monan listened with gusto, which greatly satisfied Mr. Dai's desire to 'teach', so he continued to 'speak'.

Ps:

Ask for pink, please