This price is not cheap, fifteen euros are converted into national currency, which is more than 200 yuan. Such a transparent kimchi jar, in a place like this in this city, may be able to buy one for more than 20 yuan.

However, Liu Qianqian can also understand that such a jar is definitely not produced in country E, and I am afraid that it was not shipped from China.

Fifteen euros can also buy a lot of things in country E, and the big bag of snacks and drinks that Andy brought over that day may only be twenty euros.

It's no wonder Andy's eyes widened when he heard the price.

"Then bring me two altars. "Liu Qianqian can't help it, who told her to be greedy.

"What do you want to pickle?" asked the stall owner's lady casually, probably seeing that she was a little girl, looking beautiful and beautiful, not quite like she could cook by herself.

Liu Qianqian said: "I want to pickle some sour chicken feet, and I want to eat them." ”

The stall owner's aunt couldn't help laughing: "Yo, are you from this city? Me too, we are still fellow villagers!"

Liu Qianqian smiled and said, "It's a coincidence." ”

However, the city is the most open in the country, and the foreign trade is a frequent international metropolis, and there is a greater probability of meeting foreigners in this city than in other cities in the country.

So it's not unusual.

The stall owner's aunt looked at the bag she was carrying, and while wrapping the jar for her, she asked, "Have you pickled it yourself before?"

probably regarded her as an international student, hungry for hometown food, and couldn't help but plan to do it herself.

Liu Qianqian said: "Pickled." ”

Didn't say much either.

The stall owner's aunt smiled and said: "That's right, after all, the people of our city, who doesn't pickle a little, right." ”

She turned around and took something from the shop behind her and handed it to Liu Qianqian: "I pickled some myself, if you don't dislike it, take it back and taste it." ”

Liu Qianqian said: "It looks delicious, but I don't want to take it for nothing, so I'll buy it." ”

The stall owner said with a smile: "That's not possible, then don't I just buy and sell?" I have been in this market for a long time, although I have met a lot of international students from this city, but now the young people do not do much by themselves, see you say that you pickle yourself, let the lady feel kind, take it!"

Liu Qianqian tasted the words of the stall owner's aunt, and immediately understood that the stall owner's aunt wanted to taste the sour chicken feet made by others.

This is also a unique custom of the people of the old city, the people of the old city will exchange some of their own specialties during the New Year's holidays, and the sour chicken feet are one of them.

It's interesting to say, although Liu Qianqian was born in this city, she is considered a landed household in this city, and she was born with a household registration.

But Liu Shi and Xiao Qian are not from this city, they only came here after studying, so the Liu family actually does not have the habits of the people of the city, and they are just the customs of the people of the city.

I don't know why, but Liu Qianqian is very clear about these customs, and she also goes out to give gifts during the New Year's holidays.

Liu Qianqian can't remember the reason, it may be that she devoted herself to cooking after Xiao Yunyun, before she was admitted to Beijing University, she also took the initiative to contact those chefs in the city, most of the chefs are people who abide by the tradition, especially those masters of the city's own cuisine, these traditions are the most true.

What to eat in what season, what to do on what festivals, whether to go or not, how to go.

Liu Qianqian subtly remembered all these in her mind. Goshoya

"Then I'll take it, and when my sour chicken feet are marinated, I'll send some to my aunt. ”

Sure enough, hearing her say this, the stall owner smiled even more: "In the end, it is a good boy in our city, and I am not afraid of your jokes when I say it, my aunt has not eaten other people's pickled sour chicken feet for a long time, okay, I will wait for you here, this market is open every day except for holidays, from ten o'clock in the morning to seven o'clock in the afternoon, it is a little late, but the rules here are like this, and I don't know why I don't let the morning market open." ”

"Okay!" After making an appointment with the stall owner's aunt, Liu Qianqian walked around the market a few more times, bought some dishes she liked to eat, and picked out some things that Andy looked curious about and wanted to try, such as folding ear roots.

"Do you really want to eat this?" Liu Qianqian persuaded him, "Although people who like it like it quite a lot, this taste is really powerful." ”

"I haven't tried it, I want to try it! I'm so curious!"

Liu Qianqian was silent: "Okay, but you said you wanted to eat." I'm sure I won't eat it. ”

They carried a lot of things in large bags and small bags, and this trip was quite fruitful, and it was not in vain.

"Let's get our stuff to the car. Liu Qianqian said, "After I go back, I will eat at my house at noon, and I will make this folded ear root for you first." ”

Andy couldn't help but laugh: "Liu, you really don't like this." ”

"You'll know if you eat it, and now you don't understand. ”

"What if I like it in particular?"

"Then I'll teach you how to make it, it's very simple. Liu Qianqian said, "Then let's eat some hairy belly at noon, there is still chili oil left at home." ”

"I haven't eaten hairy belly either!"

"Can't you, don't you have a specialty of hairy belly beef in country E?"

"Wow, that's the hairy belly?"

"yes, this one is just a cut. ”

"But I don't like that...... Fishy to death. ”

Indeed, Liu Qianqian doesn't eat that thing either: "But the hot hairy belly is different, you can eat the folded ear root, just try the cooked hairy belly, I think you can mix one part with chili oil, and then mix one part with sesame sauce." ”

Sesame sauce mixed belly is a unique way to eat in Beijing, Liu Qianqian tried it once and liked it quite a lot, she also bought a small portion of sesame sauce this time, which was ground by the stall owner in the market.

The two of them left the market and walked to the parking lot with a smile, and after a few steps, Liu Qianqian heard a shout from behind: "Liu Qianqian!"

This voice was a little familiar, Liu Qianqian couldn't remember who it was, only saw Andy who turned back first with surprise on her face, she turned around, and was also surprised: "Ms. Alicia??, why are you here?"

Alicia didn't answer her words, but said anxiously, "Did Du Xiao come out with you, is he in the car?"

Liu Qianqian shook her head: "No, he can't come to a place like the vegetable market, I'm here with Andy today." ”

Alicia showed a disappointed expression, but quickly cheered up again, she stepped forward and grabbed Liu Qianqian's arm: "Miss Liu, can you please take me to Du Xiao's side? I want to find him! But I can't contact him!"

Andy wondered, "Isn't the apartment where Liu and Du live yours?"

Alicia shook her head repeatedly: "That's Du Xiao...... I couldn't just go to the apartment, I was scared. ”