It turned out that history was really changed because of a crossing, Zhao Kuangyin in this world did not die early, and Zhao Guangyi, who he used to wonder why he did not find traces inside and outside the palace, did not inherit his brother's throne in any way.

Zhao Defang, who was more decisive than Zhao Kuangyin, inherited the throne of the New Song Kingdom, and since then, history has been throwing this foot towards a road that Fu Hongye had never heard of.

There were no world wars, only the never-ending foreign wars of the Song monarchs.

With the drawing of a clear map, the people of the Song Kingdom knew the size of this world and the never-ending frontier beyond their horizons.

It has inspired a sense of urgency in generations of monarchs, and they have been constantly moving towards prosperity and strength...... Desperately moving forward.

That's nice!

Seventeen years as a woman are worth it!

Thinking of this, Fu Hongye laughed, but after seeing the extra crow's feet caused by Fu's mother's worries in the past two days, he patted his thigh and dedicated Mrs. Huarui's own private collection.

"Mom, I have an ancient recipe for skin care here, let me tell you......"

With the joyful reunion of the family, the story belonging to the eleventh world finally comes to an end, and the dust returns to dust.

It's rare that Gu Zheng, who is not melancholy, knows that the friendship of brothers is not lacking in the real world, right?

For example, now, before he has time to sigh, the person who knocks on the door of his courtyard must be an unkind smoking gun.

Hey, let's wait for this ancestor who is getting more and more nervous with the opening of the commercial street.

Gu Zheng, who answered the door opening, became enthusiastic as soon as he saw the smoking gun.

Sure enough, he can become the boss of the villagers in Hongmen Village, and he is generous in doing things.

No, just from the food box carried by the cigarette gun, Gu Zheng could recognize at a glance that this was from the only three-story restaurant on the side of the road diagonally opposite the entrance of the village, the packaged food box of Beiping Restaurant.

This kind of antique wooden food box prepared for the nearest home is also a convenience that can only be enjoyed by the neighborhood here.

Seeing this, Gu Zheng naturally enthusiastically gave the smoking gun to the courtyard.

Press the switch of the simple light bulb under the big locust tree, and the food box is placed firmly on the small dining table under the locust tree.

At this time, Gu Zheng was still saying insincere words: "You said you, Brother Smoking Gun is too polite, neighbors, you just come over, what else do you bring?"

And this smoking gun is also not polite, he sat on the top of a flower-braided mazah, and while opening the food box, he greeted Gu Zheng: "I naturally came here to ask for you." ”

"It's not that I'm afraid that the person I'm asking for won't be serious, I have to let you eat my mouth short, so I can feel at ease." ”

Hearing this, Gu Zheng was really convinced, he unceremoniously lifted the lid of the food box and returned: "Then I am not so good at bribing this kind of glutton, if the things you prepare are too bad, not only will I not be able to do things for you, maybe, I will also make trouble for you at will." ”

After saying this, Gu Zheng's food box also opened, and the things inside were serious, revealing their full picture.

"Drink!" Seeing the plates of exquisite dishes inside, Gu Zheng suddenly came to his senses, he slapped it on the small table, and instructed: "Brother Smoking Gun, wait for me, wait for me!"

After that, he turned around and went to the small kitchen in the innermost part of his yard, dragged out the Yanjing beer in the refrigerator, and turned back to the table impatiently.

At this time, Gu Zheng still had the reserved appearance just now, and devoted himself to the three alleys brought by Brother Smoking Gun.

Not to mention, only the people of this alley can understand the essence of these three things.

The summer is scorching, and the wind blowing through the hall is a hot air.

But against the backdrop of the fan mat, there is nothing more refreshing than the coolness brought by the food.

The feelings of the people of the old capital are nothing more than the cunning of the part that relieves the heat with food, and the most ordinary ingredients will also become supreme food in the hands of the master.

cucumber,

mustard mound,

and the red and chilled fried red fruits

When combined, it is a feast of taste formed on the tip of the tongue after combining various flavors such as sweet, sour and mustard.

Because of its shape and unique processing techniques, the green cucumber has elevated the ordinary cold cucumber to an unusually delicious state.

Fancy knife work, when diners use chopsticks to pick up a whole cucumber from one end, it is like a latte art at a banquet, and it will never be broken from beginning to end.

The yellow, tender and fair-skinned melon pulp is sucked into the fullest state because of the delicate knife work, and the crushed garlic spread on the top and the pepper sesame oil poured on it to improve the freshness.

In the end, with the company of light soy sauce and aged vinegar and extremely fresh taste, the most perfect ...... was achieved About the balance of sour and spicy.

Let the most ordinary emerald green become the perfect accompaniment to beer.

At this time, if you can fry the fried peanuts just right, the more you chew the more fragrant the fried peanuts, and then pour the last sip of beer into a big gulp, you will have a comfortable feeling of hair standing on end and pores open.

This may be the most enjoyable way for a man to relax after a hard day.

If you feel that this kind of coolness is not bright enough, then people who like the spicy mustard pier will naturally find a partner for this life in the three kinds of hutongs.

This four-cold dish, which once occupied a pivotal position in Beijing's Chinese New Year's Eve dishes, is now squatting aggrievedly in a small plate, alone with other inexplicable partners under Gu Zheng's chopsticks.

Although the mustard mound is still named after its shape, it is still named after the shape of the cucumber, but its main ingredient is the cheaper Chinese cabbage.

Take the essence of the cabbage, go to its vegetable gang, and even the bottom stout can't be brought.

Instead, it is necessary to half the inner core, half the part of the yellow young leaves, carefully blanched, like a flower, when it is halfway extended, it is artificially rolled into a grievance roll.

Layers of bubble gum, like a big roll, are torn apart and become a whole strip of cabbage like the petals of a flower.

However, it is never the cabbage itself that dominates this dish, but the mustard itself that is poured on the core of the cabbage.

This food, which is closest to China's thousand-year-old method of brewing and returns to the origin of the Song Dynasty, has carried forward the fact that mustard was originally Tang to neighboring countries.

A few points of sugar, a little salt, plus the local yellow mustard, carefully boiled on a small fire, viscous to the dripping and ticking, but half a minute has not been stuck to the pot, just like that, directly poured on the half-opened cabbage core, will make a flower called mustard pier, bloom in the prosperous world.

The incomparably spicy, for those who dare to try this dish in a big gulp, ends with a stream of tears and snot.

But when the diners wiped their uncontrollable nose with a rough paper towel, a kind of coolness that went straight to the heavenly spirit cover could linger in the hearts of everyone who liked this dish for a long time, and it could not be dispersed for a long time.

'Hoo!'

The favorite of the two Hutong people started with the slightest snort, but kept stuffing the mustard pier into their mouths.

At this time, the fried peanuts have long been unable to suppress the sky-high mustard pier, and at this time, the extremely light taste of Beijing-style hair cake has been put to great use.

It is also from the hands of the common people, and the cake can be said to be inherited from the north and south of China.

Each region has its own unique production method.

The reason why it brings a Beijing flavor is nothing more than a more crude selection of materials in the hutongs.

The white sugar was replaced with brown sugar, and the delicate millet flour, or pumpkin powder, was replaced by a combination of cornmeal and red beans.

The steamed hair cake like this has a big hole that even ordinary people can't stand it.

But the rough and indifferent taste, coupled with the unique fragrance of brown sugar + red beans, directly conquered the tastebuds that had been stimulated by mustard, and made Gu Zheng's tongue come alive again.

Not sweet enough, not enough!

At this time, the poor crystal red fruit that was thought to only give the children sweet mouths was regarded by everyone as the protagonist of the ending.

This dessert made with three simple raw materials, such as agar, rock sugar, and red fruit, is wonderful because of the heat.

One less point, after the crystal red fruit is served, it will quickly melt and decompose, becoming a slimy mass of rotten jam without appetite.

And one more point, it will smell mushy and bitter and unbearable.

It has lost its main function as a cold dessert in summer...... That's cool.

It's a pity that Beiping Restaurant is an existence like a small miscellaneous courtyard where Gu Zheng is.

These simple three things were stunned to be made into the style of a palace dish.

After eating this kind of field, what else did Gu Zheng not understand? He patted his chest to reassure the smoking gun: "Tomorrow the ribbon will be cut, brother, I will definitely reveal all the unique skills on that platform." ”

"Just look at it. ”

After saying this, he seemed to have just remembered something, and his heart was empty: "What, Brother Smoke Gun, do you know any people from the Peking Opera Troupe, borrow costumes to wear them." ”

"What, you want to sing?" The wine glass that disliked Gu Zheng's house was too small, and a sip of wine from the bottle was sent into his nostrils.

"Ahem, cough, Gu Zheng, brother, don't play with me, okay?"

"Okay, even if my brother and I know someone from the Peking Opera Troupe, I brought you a costume overnight, but the question is can you sing?"

"Didn't you smash the field? Even if you go up to the middle of my field and punch a set, I won't say that you are a troublemaker. ”

But Gu Zheng was not polite at all, he put down the wine glass in his hand and nodded: "Actually, my singing level is average, and because I don't use it for a long time, it may be a relatively weak one compared to my force value." ”

"But do you think that the cultural and folk village, the performance of opera and opera is also more appropriate, right?"

"So, as the finale of this street, you're going to get me a decent costume, right?"

But after Gu Zheng finished saying this, he only saw the bleak appearance of the cigarette gun as if it had been ravaged by four or five stout girls, and he had nothing to love, looking at the sky of this small courtyard where there were no stars.

Is this not believing in him?