The leisurely life of rebirth.

The young shopkeeper talked about the past of his family, he was both proud and proud, "At that time, our stall was next to the theater, and the business was booming. Many people liked to come here to eat a bowl after watching the theater. After the play, I had a bowl of stewed soup, and then went home warmly. And some famous actors in Liyuan, Master Mei Lanfang, Zhang Junqiu, Xin Fengxia, etc., all ordered bowls of stewed soup for supper after singing. At that time It is deeply loved by the people, and people even gave it the nickname 'Xiao Chang Chen.'”

From his description, one can imagine the excitement of the steaming roadside stall back then.

"Really, it's fake!" the people in the shop booed.

"I can prove this." An old diner said, "I have old photos at home to prove it." The hair is almost completely white, and the age spots on the face are clearly visible, which shows that the old man has lived a long life.

"Wow..." The young shopkeeper rushed up to the old man and rubbed his hands excitedly, "Uh... old man?" [

"I want to see the photos!" The old man raised his eyes and looked sideways at the shopkeeper and said with a smile.

"He doesn't just want to see it!" The diners next to him all laughed.

"Exactly! Just posting old photos in the store will definitely attract a large number of old people who remember the past."

"Hey..." The old man who was exposed by the young shopkeeper blushed and scratched his head in embarrassment.

As expected of a person from the capital, bathed in the policies, his brain is quick to turn, and everything depends on money!

The young shopkeeper looked at the old man expectantly, and after waiting for a long time, the old man finally said, "You can see the photos."

The shopkeeper was not overjoyed, because the main event hadn't been said yet!There must be but.

"But I won't give it to you."

I knew it would happen.The shopkeeper didn't look disappointed either, as expected.

"However, I have many clippings of old newspapers at home, and maybe those old pictures are printed on them."

"Old man, you are really good at whetting people's appetites."

"But this is also a way of thinking. If there are no photos, old newspapers will do!"

"It's easy to say, who will stay after so many years, the key is whether they can stay!"

Newspapers!It's not bad if it's not used as a butt wipe.

"Yes!"

"It's all about chance."

All the diners said one after another.

The shopkeeper clasped his hands together and said, "Thank you, young and old." Although I don't know if it will work, it is a good idea.

"Let's go on with the shopkeeper! You haven't mentioned after liberation?" said the diner. [

The young shopkeeper said again. "After liberation. Due to public-private partnerships, master chefs were absorbed into major restaurants, so this name disappeared. Just the year before last, my cousin who was about to retire quit his job and picked up this restaurant again. Craftsmanship. So. There is the current Xiaochangchen.”

"It doesn't matter whether you make money or not. The most important thing is that you don't want this ancestral craftsmanship to disappear. Of course, it's better to make money." The shopkeeper said with a smile, with a friendly look.Harmony makes money! "In the past, I couldn't do it, but now I can do it. Since the old arms and legs can still move, let's be impulsive."

Everyone laughed when the shopkeeper said, "You guys are so impulsive! We are lucky."

"Look, look, Master Chen is about to perform a stunt." All the diners held their breath and looked at the back kitchen.

The kitchen is open, and you can clearly see Master Chen's performance.

People who are nearly sixty years old, take out the main ingredients from the hot cauldron, raise the knife and drop the knife, and in a short while, the chopping board is clean and tidy. Put it into a bowl with a knife as a shovel, and then top it with vinegar garlic juice, chili oil... a scent hits the heart.That's called a crisp.All the diners looked at it without batting an eyelid, it was so enjoyable, this hand job was simply a kind of performance.

It also entrusts the love and thoughts of the common people at the root of the imperial city, recalling that year, it was really the only table, and the prosperity of the millennium will never change.

Soon the stewed small intestines were brought up one by one. He Junyao picked out the small intestines, liver, lungs, belly, etc., as well as pork belly, for Brother Yu. Thanks to the little guy for his winks, he hid out last night .

All the diners murmured how this Haidongqing eats cooked food!The bird's beak that I still eat is fragrant, which is extremely rare.

Fang Monan looked at them, and reminded, "If you don't eat it, it will be cold, and the taste will be reduced."

"Oh! Oh!" All the diners came back to their senses, and once they lowered their heads, they never looked up again.

Fang Monan also yyng with them, the intestines are fat but not greasy, the meat is rotten but not bad, the fire is thoroughly cooked but not sticky, the soup is thick and mellow, it is a must.

Fang Monan and the others hadn't finished eating yet, and there was already a long queue outside the small shop. Some of the diners were probably repeat customers, and they got acquainted with the young shopkeeper, so they said, "I said, Xiao Chen, the business is so booming, why don't you expand your business?" ah!"

"That's it! That's it!" The others echoed, it was early today, otherwise he would have to queue in the cold wind, and no one wanted to suffer that feeling.

The young shopkeeper shook his head, "We won't expand our business."

It's not that I don't want to, but I don't want to, but I don't want to. After hearing what he said, all the diners were puzzled, and there was money delivered to their door, no need.

The shopkeeper explained, "You must personally participate in this business. You have to rely on your own family members to choose and put the ingredients, so that the taste is authentic. If you spread the stall too big, you will definitely not be able to take care of it. We can't do such a thing if our signboard is smashed." He insisted on his philosophy, "And my cousin and I have the same idea. The old man is still young, and he can do everything by himself, making the most authentic and delicious food. Besides Most of the people who come here are repeat customers, regular customers, come in and say hello, and everyone chats for a while. If I don't come for two months, I will remember it in my heart. I will definitely ask when I come again next time' Why haven't I been here for two months?" The customer felt warm when he heard it, and said that this is the culture of eating snacks at the root of our imperial city, and that it is a joy when he is young." Shopkeeper Xiao Chen smiled and could see His persistence gave him joy.

The old man with the old photo just now echoed, "I just want this small one. If it gets bigger, it won't taste right!"

"How do you say that?" All the diners looked at the oldest old man in front of them.

The old man put down the bowl and chopsticks, wiped his mouth, "You know the wonton dude!"

"I know, the time-honored brands in our capital, the first batch of time-honored brands restored in 80, have opened a lot of chain stores!"

"I used to go to Dongfeng Market almost every night to listen to the opera. When the opera ended, it was around eight or nine o'clock in the evening. At this time, it was the bustling time in front of the 'Wonton Hou' stall. At that time, the shopkeeper was watching every day. His stall is cooking while wrapping. The thick chicken soup is boiled in a large pot. The shopkeeper’s rhythm is just right. There are always three or five people waiting in front of the stall, chatting and eating. Waiting for more people. The shopkeeper asked the waiter to add chicken soup, and the waiter carried a large pot of chicken soup to pick up places with a lot of people, and he had to yell, "Take two steps, hurry up, you, the wonton is ready to add soup", which is the surrounding area. Diners would follow with a shout of 'yes'." [

With a look of nostalgia on his face, he continued, "Not long ago, I went to the 'Wonton Hou' of the Beijing chain to eat once. The environment is good and the soup is okay, but I walked out shaking my head."

"why?"

He recalled, "At that time, there was another shop next to 'Wonton Hou' that sold drunk green shrimps. The shrimps were shipped from Jinmen every day, and the wine was from Jin Province. Cooked, I always order two taels of drunken shrimp and two taels of wine after eating wontons, and then have a scene with Boss Sun, and when I am slightly drunk, I call a rickshaw home. Now that the wontons are still there, there should be drunken shrimps, But the feeling of being slightly drunk is gone.”

"I don't eat wontons, I eat memories!" Fang Monan said with a smile.

"That's right." The old man shouted, "Now the rhythm of life has changed. The original Beijing-style snacks need to be eaten slowly. The focus is on the workmanship, the atmosphere, and the taste. Now, The hutongs and courtyard houses are gone, replaced by 300-meter-high buildings with a nine-to-five routine, so everyone begins to pursue strong stimulation in terms of taste, spicy, smelly, sour, and authentic snacks also change their taste. It's only natural."

"Hmm! Go and see Donghuamen Snack Street or something like that. Once it's cooked, it's hot when you come in. It can't represent Beijing snacks, nor can the fried mutton skewers all over the street. The old taste can only be found in alleys. I searched in the depths, but now there are fewer and fewer alleys." The old man said with emotion.

"This is a complex that lingers in my heart. Not to mention that Chen Ji's braised stew is delicious, it's just that I don't feel comfortable if I don't go to the store for a day and don't hear the greeting from the shopkeeper Xiao Chen." The old man said with a smile.

"Hehe... So I'm so charming!" The shopkeeper touched his chin and said with a smile.

"Yes! Talking about the mountains with you, recalling the past, is really comfortable." The old man said with a smile.

"Let's go, let's go, it's time to make room for the people in line behind." The old man stood up, with his hands behind his back, pacing, humming Peking Opera, and walked out.

Hulala... The other diners also got up and left, and soon the small shop was full.

There are countless luxury restaurants on the streets now. If you want to eat a big meal, there are plenty of places;But the reason why people still think, read, and look for these snacks in their memories is more because they are afraid of losing the warm affection that the snacks in the deep memory once brought us.

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"Where are we going next!" He Junyao asked.

"I want to buy hand-carving tools." Fang Monan leaned back and said lazily.

Fang Monan wanted to equip everyone in her family with a body-protecting feng shui instrument. She had Taoist spells available, but how could this thing be used casually, at least she had to find a reason that someone could accept, so now she slowly Develop in the direction of 'witch'.There's an excuse everyone can believe, but she's still a doctor by profession.

Anyway, there are a lot of jade seeds at home, and a large underground warehouse on the farm is full of them.

Jade in the 90s is very cheap. Someone once bought a bag of seed jade for hundreds of dollars and put it in the fish tank at home. After ten years, it will be worth millions! (to be continued...)

ps: ask for pink, ask for