Seeing Catherine's yearning and greed for stew, I couldn't help but feel a little curious and anticipatory about this dish, and when I stayed in the bakery until almost two o'clock in the afternoon, Ekaterina and I began to walk back.

All the way to the mountain, I suddenly noticed that there are many sushi restaurants on the streets of Moscow, but there are very few Chinese restaurants. Catherine said that this is because Russians have a higher acceptance of Japanese culture than Chinese culture.

I couldn't help but laugh at this statement, I thought that compared to Japan, the relationship between China and Russia should be surpassed at the national level and at the level of ordinary people, but now it seems that this may not be the case.

Catherine turned her head to look at me, and after seeing my expression, she bit her lip and said slowly: "Do you know Richard, many friends in my neighborhood, many friends of my parents, think that China is still just a backward country. I once discussed this with my university tutor, and he thought that the reason for this situation was not only people's stereotypes, but also related to the cultural export of Japan, in addition to food, Japan's cultural export of anime and martial arts is very strong, and Huaxia, I'm sorry, I can't think of anything other than a Confucius Institute for a while. ”

I shook my head and smiled wryly and brushed the topic away.

When I returned to Uncle Liu's house, as soon as I opened the door, I smelled a strong fragrance, and my eyes suddenly lit up and I couldn't help but say, "Potato beef stew?" ”

Uncle Liu walked out with the little trickster in his arms and said with a smile: "The nose is smart enough, but it's not potato stew, but Russian stew." ”

When I said the words Russian stew, I saw Uncle Liu's chest visibly straightening outward, and he was obviously very proud of this dish.

Nia was still busy in the kitchen, poked her head out and said in surprise, "Richard? I thought it would be a long time before you and Catherine returned, you came back too early, and the stew would take two hours. ”

Two hours later, it was about five o'clock, and when I thought of the dinner at seven or eight o'clock a few days ago, I couldn't help but sigh in my heart.

Two hours later, the aroma fills the living room. The little trickster sitting next to me was restlessly rolling around on the couch, his nose twitching in the direction of the kitchen, and his mouth screaming.

Catherine took a bottle of freshly brewed milk powder and said helplessly: "Okay, okay, little trickster, you can't eat that yet, you can only eat this now." ”

As she spoke, Catherine put the bottle in the arms of the little trickster. The little trickster skillfully adjusted the bottle, found the pacifier and began to snort.

Uncle Liu happened to come out of the kitchen with a big bowl at this time, and said loudly with a smile: "It's time to eat, children!" ”

Sit down and enjoy the aroma of Russian stew on your plate. I tried to make out that, in addition to potatoes and beef, there were onions, carrots, tomatoes, and other vegetables that I couldn't recognize, and I couldn't name them.

The stew tastes good, a little like curry, a little like a goulash with potatoes in the school cafeteria, but other than that, it's a little sour, but it's not quite like the sourness of tomatoes.

Nia looked at me and Ekaterina with some anticipation and said, "Well, I tried adding a little sour cream today." Is it tasty? ”

Catherine smiled and praised: "Of course, the taste is better than any time." ”

I smiled and responded that Russian cuisine is characterized by a wide selection of ingredients, attention to the system, fine processing, application of materials and techniques, attention to color, variety of flavors, strong adaptability, large oil, and heavy flavor. Russians love sour, sweet, spicy and salty dishes. Therefore, sour cream, cottage cheese, lemon, chili, pickled cucumber, onion, white tower oil, cumin, bay leaf are used as seasonings in cooking.

In addition, Russians have an incomprehensible special love for potatoes and soup. This Russian stew can be said to be a mixture of all the favorite elements of Russians.

The guests and hosts enjoyed the meal, and by the time the dinner was over, it was already dark outside. After saying a word to Uncle Liu and Nia, Catherine pulled me out of the house and prepared to go to Red Square.

Before he got out of the house and got into the car, Uncle Liu chased the little trickster out with him in his arms, and said with a smile: "Hey, bring the little trickster." Your mom and I want to enjoy this rare nightlife. ”

I reluctantly took the little trickster, guessing that he had made this decision to prevent something from happening to me and Ekaterina.

The car drove in the direction of Red Square, and I looked at the little trickster who kept writhing in my arms, and I looked helpless, and this guy suddenly drilled into my arms and put his head on my shoulder, like a little monkey who was active.

By the time I arrived at Red Square, I had been so badly beaten by the little tricksters that my clothes had been trampled on, my hair had been caught in a bird's nest, and there were even a few tooth marks on my face.

Catherine opened the car door for me, and I hurriedly handed the little trickster over and let out a sigh, "I finally understand why Uncle Liu gave this little guy such a nickname, this is a little devil." ”

As soon as the little trickster arrived in Catherina's arms, he quieted down, and put his head on Catherine's shoulder, looking like I was very good. Catherine patted the little trickster on the back and smiled, "Actually, sometimes he is still very well-behaved. ”

With that, Catherine turned and walked towards Red Square. I looked at the naughty little trickster with his chin resting on his sister's shoulder and sticking out his little tongue at me, standing a little silly

It's a sinner, isn't it?

While the little trickster was still grimacing, I quickly took out my camera to capture this scene, and I began to look at Red Square this night.

If the Red Square in the day is like a soldier, revealing a strict and strong historical atmosphere, then the Red Square at night is a soldier who takes off his military uniform and changes into the most beautiful clothes, and becomes a beautiful girl again.

Lights, lights everywhere. The outline of the building seems to be outlined by a paintbrush called light, and from a distance, it seems as if there is no zài in Gum, but only a beautiful and unreal mirage.

The Church of Vasily's Ascension is illuminated by the lights around it, the multicolored onion roof makes the church look like a fairy tale castle, the red stars on the top of the Kremlin tower on the side are shining, and the red wall of the tower below is light in some parts and dark in some parts, it looks like a giant sleeping next to the bustle, which makes people subconsciously hold their breath when looking at it.

When I got closer to Gum, I found that Gum had a lot of light bulbs connected by wires, and I didn't pay attention to it when I came last time. Most of the light bulbs are installed in the door frames, window frames, etc., and these bulbs shine together at night to create such a dreamlike effect.