"Don't pestle, put your sketchpad away. ”

Tang Tang didn't move yet, but Guan Lang was anxious for her.

Her drawings are still on the board, and if they slow down, they will be soaked in the rain.

If the painting she worked so hard to paint was destroyed because of this rain, Guan Lang would feel sorry for her.

Tang Tang took the paper off the drawing board half a beat slowly, rolled it up and put it in the painting tube.

Fortunately, Guan Lang reminded early, and the drawing paper should be able to be rescued when it is dried.

Lao Song calmly put the fishing equipment into his bag and whistled like a nobody.

"Let's go back to the scenic spot to avoid the rain first, and I don't know when the rain will stop. Guan Lang proposed.

The rain was pouring down, splashing high on the surface of the tranquil and deep pool, rippling in circles.

Puddles of water have accumulated in the deep concave mud floor, and the plants have been washed and washed verdant in the continuous rain, and the picture is a little unrealistically beautiful.

A light breeze carrying the raindrops blows, bringing a cool and earthy aroma.

It really responded to Zhao Shixiu's sentence that it rains at home in the Huangmei season, and the grass pond is full of frogs.

However, the current Guan Lang does not have this kind of Yaxing to appreciate the rainy and rainy yellow plum in May and June.

His desire to catch two more fish in the afternoon had to be put to rest because of the rainy season.

Tickle the rain!

If it weren't for it, he might have done it a long time ago!

Guan Lang said that he still hasn't caught the other two fish because of the unpredictable weather.

Looking at the crucian carp swimming non-stop in the bucket in his hand, Guan Lang decided not to give up and wait for the rain to finish before continuing fishing.

Anyway, it's ten hours before the end of the day.

In the city of Chongjiang, in the holes in the walls of the city wall, under the narrow eaves on the side of the street, all the places where people can stand are crowded with people.

Souvenir shops and restaurants are also overcrowded.

Guan Lang and the three came late, so they only walked a little longer, and found a small shop selling sour plum juice in the alley to hide from the rain.

Guan Lang didn't take advantage of others, and bought three bowls of sour plum juice as a reward to avoid the rain.

With consumption, it won't be too awkward to sit.

When the three bowls of porcelain bowls filled with sour plum juice were served, Guan Lang did not expect much from them.

This kind of attraction shop, some of them are just bought on the Internet and cooked in sour plum juice raw material packets.

It's not that the taste of cooking with raw materials is bad, it's just that the sour plum soup cooked as a fixed recipe is almost the same everywhere, and if you drink too much, you can't help but be a little tired, and there is a little less expectation and surprise.

Moreover, most of the ingredients in the raw material package are not very fresh, and the soup cooked with these bad raw materials is cloudy in color, and the entrance is a little cool.

Of course, there is a kind of plum soup that is worse than the raw material package boiled, that is, the plum soup mixed with sour plum paste and sour plum crystals, supplemented by various artificial additives.

As an enduring and long-standing holy product to cool off, the recipe is easy to find on the Internet.

As early as the Shang and Zhou dynasties, the ancients knew that plum juice was used to extract sour taste to make drinks, and in the Ming Dynasty, sour plum juice developed a variety of categories, including plum soup, green plum soup, yellow plum soup, etc.

It is said that the recipe of the sour plum soup we drink now was invented by Zhu Yuanzhang, the Taizu of the Ming Dynasty, and many sour plum soup craftsmen worship this emperor as their ancestors.

Legend has it that at the end of the Yuan Dynasty, Zhu Yuanzhang also worked as a small trader selling black plums, when the plague was rampant, and he himself was unfortunately infected and could not afford to get sick. When he was dizzy and hot, he smelled the sour smell of black plum in the warehouse, and immediately felt a lot of spirits, and the ghost made the gods worse, he took black plum as the main ingredient, with hawthorn and licorice Chinese medicine and boiled it into a soup, and after taking it for a few days, he was unexpectedly cured.

I don't know whether this wild history is true or false, but Emperor Zhu did have a soft spot for sour plum soup, and sour plum soup became a daily health care drink in the court of the Ming Dynasty.

Guan Lang himself has cooked sour plum soup and drank it, and he is quite clear about the doorway inside.

When he saw the color of the sour plum soup served, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

This bowl of plum soup is a thick brown color, not the light red color of the blended soup on the market.

And when it smells in the nose, it also has a faint smoky smell.

"This sour plum soup should taste very pure. Before Guan Lang could eat it, he concluded that the taste of this sour plum soup would not be bad.

Hearing this, Tang Tang couldn't wait to pinch the spoon and prepare to taste it.

Old man Song glanced at Guan Lang strangely, Xu was not convinced, Guan Lang looked determined and confident, and retorted: "You can know the taste just by looking at it?"

"Hmm. Guan Lang nodded, noncommittal to Lao Song's questioning.

He's a novice in fishing, but he's good at eating.

Tang Tang was also a little curious when he heard the two "arguing", put down the spoon, and looked at Guan Lang curiously with big eyes, waiting for an explanation.

"Old Song, do you smell a faint smoky smell? This smell is because the raw material of black plum is smoked, so the plum soup also brings a little bit of this unique taste, if it is blended, it is more sweet, but the entrance is not pure, and there is no smoky taste, so this must be boiled by the store itself, not mixed with sour plum paste. Guan Lang explained with a smile.

He usually reads cooking books when he has nothing to do, and gradually he understands more.

Tang Tang looked at Guan Lang with some admiration, he didn't expect a bowl of sour plum soup to be so exquisite.

Unlike Tang Tang, who cooperated with him, Old Man Song looked like an old thorn.

"Why don't I smell the smoke? And even if it's boiled in the store, it's not blended, and the taste is pure?" Lao Song suddenly became inexplicable.

Guan Lang gave him a strange look, why are there so many questions?

But he still patiently explained: "Although the ingredients for boiling sour plum soup are similar, but the quality of the ingredients, the freshness is different, only high-quality raw materials boiled together for two hours, in order to fully boil the taste of black plum, osmanthus, hawthorn, tangerine peel, licorice and rock sugar and other raw materials, the color will be rich dark brown, look at the color of the soup in this bowl and understand that the store has worked hard to boil, the taste will not be bad." ”

Tang Tang's eyes were even more admiring, and she, a snacker, had an instinctive reverence for the higher-level exquisite foodies.

Guan Lang was slightly proud, and the corners of his mouth hooked up with a smile.

Everyone loves the feeling of being adored.

Lao Song nodded slightly when he saw this scene, and it was not in vain that he was pretending to be a stupid person.

It is also because he is the same as Guan Lang and has a kind of kindness to look at his children and nephews, so he is so concerned.

The three of them moved the spoon and scooped a spoonful into their mouths.

The plum soup is mellow in the mouth, with a hint of ice, and it is cool to the heart.

The soup is sandwiched with a light herbal flavor and osmanthus aroma, but it is not bitter at all, and the tip of the tongue seems to have a black plum exploded, which makes people can't help but scoop a spoonful after taking a sip.

The sound of the rain is in the ears, and in this damp rainy season, sitting in the quiet and quiet small alley and drinking the sour plum soup slowly is very pleasant.