The Little Officials of the Song Dynasty

The modern Kaifeng Xiaolong Tang Bao is very famous, and people who travel to Kaifeng must eat it. The biggest feature is that the skin is thin and the filling is delicious, and the soup is delicious and not greasy. Wangloushandong plum buns with the title of "first".

In this period, Wanglou's steamed buns were still big baskets, not xiaolongs, so they could not be called xiaolongbaos. It is worth mentioning that the steamed buns at this time also have various fillings, and soup dumplings can also be called steamed steamed buns.

Yun Yanhui brought Zhao Yunchu to the stall of the No. 1 steamed bun shop in Tokyo, and took a plate of steamed buns, and asked them to send the rest to their home for Zheng Ping.

Zhao Yunchu carried a plate and carried a soup dumpling. Although the skin of the dumpling was thin, it would not leak the soup. It was a test of the chef's skill in making it.

He bit it down, and the bun skin broke into a small mouth, and the fragrant soup poured into his mouth, making his tongue hot, but he could bear it. With this small mouthful, the soup was sucked clean, and Zhao Yunchu ate the rest of the stuffing with a few mouthfuls.

Zhao Yunchu's etiquette was very good, even if he was eating soup dumplings, he didn't get any oil on his lips.

"Brother Yan, you can eat too."

Yun Yanhui had never received that kind of training, but he also had his own way. He took out a reed tube from his arms and inserted it into the folds of the buns. Then, under Zhao Yunchu's stunned eyes, he sucked up the soup, and then wiped it. Wipe the reed tube and put it back in your arms.

"Ah ah, I want too!" Zhao Yunchu rushed back towards Yun Yan.

"Be careful about the buns!" Yun Yan put his hand on his chest back and pressed against Zhao Yunchu, "I will give it to you, don't get excited."

He took out the reed tube and handed it to Zhao Yunchu.

Zhao Yunchu took a look at the reed tube and used it to continue to eat soup dumplings.

"Don't eat too much, it's almost done. I won't have stomach to eat other things later." Yun Yan reminded, "The food festival is held for a few days, but even if you taste a little every day, you may not be able to try everything. Again."

Yun Yan was afraid that Zhao Yunchu was too tired, so he bought a bowl of lychee cream for him. Zhao Yunchu was holding the bowl, and followed Yun Yanhui all the way, and he saw Yun Yan returning to point out the food, eloquently telling the characteristics of the various foods, if you are interested, just buy it and eat it.

Zhao Yunchu: "Brother Yan, have you eaten all of these?"

"It's not all, right? I haven't eaten the rest, but I have listened to the introduction and learned some." Yun Yan bought it for Zhao Yunchu. He hasn't bought it yet. He is already busy with the food festival dishes these days. Now that he has resistance, he won't be able to eat Hesai, and he knows well, so he picks a few things he likes and eats.

After Zhao Yunchu had eaten seven or eight sweets, Yun Yan refused to allow him to eat it. He went to buy a bowl of rice-porridge, porridge, with finely chopped chicken and green onion, and told him to eat it. Just rest for a while.

Zhao Yunchu ate a lot of sweets and ate two mouthfuls of water and rice, then coquettishly said: "It's lighter, I can't eat it anymore."

Yun Yan looked back and asked him to stay. He went and bought ten melons and eggplants. This was a delicious pickled side dish.

Although it is a small dish, and its appearance is not good, but the store can take time and effort to prepare it.

This vegetable melon is cut into small pieces or strips, coated with salt and dried, then cut together with shredded **** and canava beans, plus pepper, dried basil, tangerine peel, coriander, cumin, licorice, almonds, sand Ren and other auxiliary materials are immersed in a boiled and cold sweet and sour material, so sealed for ten days, it will be counted, and it can be left for a long time without breaking.

Because of the large amount of materials and the complexity of the process, it is indeed worthy of the word "ten incense".

Zhao Yunchu ate up the rice and water with these ten cantaloupe and eggplants.

Yun Yan was not hungry when he came back, so he ate a piece of eight-treasure mushroom soup and a few pieces of stuffed intestines.

"Eating too much at once will make you tired. Now go take a rest and fight again." Yun Yan brought Zhao Yunchu back to the main stage. There were so many people here, there were no seats. Yun Yan called back that he would add two stools to himself and bring him. Zhao Yun first sat down.

On the stage, the prostitutes were singing a slow song with life-like fake lotus in their hands.

Yun Yan Huizheng slowly admired it, and suddenly saw a figure, and when he saw it, wasn't that the person he had invited to deliver the soup bag before? Why was he carrying the bun in his hand, so he stopped and asked.

The man was relieved when he saw Yun Yanhui, "Lingtang is not at home."

Why are you not at home? Yun Yan took the cold soup dumplings back.

Zhao Yunchu curiously said: "Brother Yan, I didn't even ask, why doesn't your mother come to the food festival? What about Shuangyi and Xiaobao?"

Yun Yan replied: "Shuangyi and Xiaobao are internships in the security group and the medical group respectively. I have to order anytime. My mother said that she would go shopping with us on the last day, and it would be easier then."

So he thought Zheng Ping must be resting at home, but he didn't expect to go out. It was not him who played today. Basically everyone came to Daxiangguo Temple. What's fun in other places.

Yun Yanhui also thought about it in his heart. Who knows where Zheng Ping and his female friend are going again? He gave the rest of the soup dumplings to a nephew, called it hot, and cocked his feet. Rest for a while.

When the sun was at its highest, he hid in the temple. After noon, he would come out to eat the second round, especially some fresh fruits.

Those who sell seasonal fruits, in order to attract customers, pick out the most beautiful fruits, pile them like a pagoda, and put different sugar people on them. You can see the sharp fruits from far away. Very eye-catching.

I am afraid that the people in the temple have changed a few waves, and of course there are some who insist on resting and digesting here before fighting, just like Yun Yan returning to them.

After Yun Yan took Zhao Yunchu to eat another one, Fang went to Yuntang. This was one of the monks' houses and the terrain was relatively high.

Zhao Yunchu: "Brother Yan, what are we doing here?"

"Look for Zheng Ling, he is painting here today." Yun Yan looked back and looked for Zheng Ling's figure.

"Painting? What kind of painting?" Zhao Yunchu still didn't know this at all, he didn't even know that Zheng Ling could paint.

"It's the bustling scene today. I asked him to draw the food festival." Yun Yan replied, "He should be here. I told him before. It's quiet and the sight is good."

Not long after, the two found Zheng Ling. There were many sheets of paper on his desk, all on which were scribbled drawings. A few hurriedly depicting the manners and actions of various vendors and pedestrians were all examples of Zheng Ling's observations.

He was holding his chin in a daze, and when he saw Yun Yan coming back, he scratched his head, "Brother Yan."

Yun Yan replied: "Are you resting or lazy?"

"I'm thinking," Zheng Ling said, "I walked around the food festival and typed some drafts. Now I have to think about the overall layout. I hope I can have ideas before the end of the food festival."

"Work hard." Yun Yan patted his shoulder back, "Then you remember to add colored eggs."

"What... Easter egg." Zheng Ling has long been used to it. Yun Yanhui always pops up some words that are probably his own. Some words can be understood literally, and they feel quite appropriate, but some are intangible. Brain out.

Yun Yan replied: "Oh, I mean, you remember to add us in the painting, I, the master, my mother, Shuangyi, Xiaobao, the abbot..." He saw Zhao Yunchu staring at him, and added He said, "And Yunchu, you must be able to capture our demeanor and condense it in a small space in the canvas, right?"

"It can be like this..." Zheng Ling murmured, "Then should I add my whole family?"

Yun Yan replied: "...you just want to be happy."

"Really, it's a good idea!" Zheng Ling's eyes lit up, "I scattered everyone on such a large canvas, and then after painting, you can come and find where you are!"

Yun Yan didn't expect to order Zheng Ling. He could still think of this gameplay, and praised: "Very good, this is very innovative."

Zheng Ling looked at the canvas happily, how did everyone look for themselves in the vast crowd after they had already started to brainstorm.

"I didn't expect you to really paint." Zhao Yunchu said.

Zheng Ling said unhappily: "Why, I still can't be a little capable?"

Zhao Yunchu snorted and said nothing.

"This kid is really annoying." Zheng Ling deliberately didn't point at him, but said back to Yun Yan.

Zhao Yunchu was angry at the time and went to pull Yunyan's sleeve back.

Yun Yan didn't want to stand in line when he came back, deliberately stepped aside, and pretended to say: "Oh, look there, I didn't expect that there will be a lot of people invited to our food saving meeting."

The place he pointed at was specially arranged, and there were many flowers decorating the booth, just to attract love.

But originally to divert attention, Yun Yan saw a familiar figure in the crowd. He wanted to shout, but the next moment he discovered that this person is not alone, not far or near. A middle-aged man, the two talked softly.

Yun Yan's eyes widened when he turned back, because he was not someone else, but his mother, Zheng Ping.

Zheng Ping's posture and Yun Yanhui couldn't be more familiar. Even if she was holding a tapestry fan in her hand and half covering her face, Yun Yanhui could recognize it by looking at her figure.

And the middle-aged man next to him is tall, he looks like Kong Wu is powerful, his face is too far away, but he is vaguely with good features. At this moment, the two stopped, the man bought a snack and gave it to Zheng Ping first, and Zheng Ping squatted politely, and then gave in before taking it.

But even if you are polite, you can see that the atmosphere is extraordinary. If Yun Yan guessed correctly...Which great **** is this, Zheng Ping is actually willing to go on a blind date!

Yun Yan decided to treat it as unaware for the time being, so as not to be embarrassed by Zheng Ping. Seeing that Zheng Ping had hope to get out of the shadow of her widowed husband, he was very happy.

"Brother Yan, what are you looking at?" Zhao Yunchu asked curiously.

"It's nothing, look at the people on the street, it's lively." Yun Yan replied casually.

"What's so good about that..." Zhao Yunchu went to see it himself, but couldn't see anything.

Yun Yan smiled back, "Why is there nothing good? You don't know how beautiful it is, like a dream."

Yun Yanhui came back here after a thousand years. When he faced Bianliang, he was always filled with inexplicable touches that others could not understand. This was a dream-like experience that allowed him to witness everything in front of him with his own eyes.

The sun shines on the glazed tiles of the Daxiangguo Temple, reflecting the dazzling light, the colorful building is welcoming, the flowers are blooming like a brocade, and the tourists are walking shoulder to shoulder among the rows of stalls...

This is a prosperous and beautiful era, a great Song city well worthy of painting.