Panlong District, Spring City, a certain rice noodle restaurant.

At this time, Liu Xuan was tasting the delicious cross-bridge rice noodles.

Cross-bridge rice noodles are a unique snack in the southern Yunnan region of Nanyun and belong to the Yunnan cuisine. Cross-bridge rice noodles originated in the Mengzi region.

Cross-bridge rice noodle soup is made by boiling big bones, old hens, and Nanyun Xuanwei ham for a long time.

The cross-bridge rice noodles are composed of four parts: first, the soup is covered with a layer of boiling oil; the second is condiments, including oil and spicy seeds, monosodium glutamate, pepper, and salt;

The third is the main ingredient, including raw pork loin slices, chicken breast slices, mullet slices, as well as pork loin slices, belly slices, and squid slices that have been matured in water;

The auxiliary materials include pea tips, leeks, coriander, green onions, grass sprouts, ginger, magnolia slices, and tofu skin;

The fourth is the staple food, that is, rice noodles that have been slightly scalded with water. Covered with goose fat, the soup is piping hot, but not steaming.

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Liu Xuan ate this delicious rice noodle in his mouth, but he was thinking about the legend of rice noodles crossing the bridge.

Legend has it that the South Lake of Mengzi City had beautiful scenery in the old days, and there were often writers and ink writers who studied books and read poems here.

There is a Yang Xiucai who often goes to the Huxin Pavilion to study, and his wife sends every meal there.

Xiucai studied hard, often learned and forgot to eat, so that he often ate cold meals and cold dishes, and his body became increasingly weak.

His wife was anxious and distressed, so she killed the hen at home, stewed it in a casserole, and sent it to him.

When she went to collect the dishes and chopsticks again, she saw that the food had been delivered untouched, and her husband was still reading a book as if he were stunned.

She had to take the food back to reheat, but when she took the casserole, she found that it was still hot, and when she lifted the lid, it turned out that the surface of the soup was covered with a layer of chicken fat, and the terracotta utensils did not transfer heat well, so the heat was sealed in the soup.

Later, his wife used this method to keep warm, and put some rice noodles, vegetables, and meat slices in hot chicken soup to cook and serve her husband while they were hot.

Later, many people imitated her innovative cooking, and the cooked rice noodles were indeed delicious and delicious, because Yang Xiucai had to pass a small bridge from his home to the Huxin Pavilion, everyone called this way of eating "rice noodles across the bridge".

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Eating delicious rice noodles and thinking about the touching legends and stories should have been a pleasant thing. However, Liu Xuan was a little melancholy at this time.

"Isn't he just like Yang Xiucai now, all fighting for a certain goal?

Although Yang Xiucai lives in embarrassment, he still has a good lady who takes care of him wholeheartedly.

And what about yourself? ”

"Hey!" Liu Xuan sighed.

"That's it, that's it, it's useless to think too much. Fortunately, at the very least, I will no longer be like my predecessor who can't even eat and 'lose the fragrance'. ”

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It's around seven o'clock in the evening, and it's the rhythm of the day when the nightlife begins.

The exterior of the rice noodle restaurant has been lit up with neon lights, which are colorful, as if they are going to dress up the spring city at night again.

At this time, more and more people came to this cross-bridge rice noodle restaurant to eat rice noodles.

The location of this rice noodle restaurant is not so good, but its reputation is far and wide.

In the final analysis, the cross-bridge rice noodles made here are more authentic.

As more and more people came, various voices came into Liu Xuan's ears.

One of the most special is a loud voice.

Liu Xuan vaguely heard key words such as "goose friends", "brush up", and "special snacks".

As the loud voice got closer and closer, the owner of the voice gradually revealed his true identity.

It was a man, a very special man.

I saw him bald, with red phoenix eyes, lying silkworm eyebrows, heavy jujube face, beardless face, wearing short-sleeved slacks, and holding a Longteng mobile phone.

While walking into the rice noodle restaurant, I said something to my mobile phone, and danced excitedly from time to time.

Seeing that the person who came was such a person, it made Liu Xuan's thoughts drift to the clouds.

He seemed to see a martial god with red phoenix eyes, lying silkworm eyebrows, heavy jujube face, five long beards and flowing hair, wearing a hero scarf, wearing a green robe and green armor, riding a carmine red rabbit horse, and holding a Qinglong Yanyue knife.

Gradually, the figure of the person in his thoughts and the figure of the person in front of him slowly coincided, and finally the person in front of him dominated.

The hero scarf and long hair on the long hair are gone, and they have become bald;

The drifting beard is gone, and it becomes beardless;

The green robe and green armor, the carmine red rabbit horse is gone, and it has become short-sleeved slacks;

The Qinglongyan Moon Knife in his hand is also gone, and it has become a Longteng mobile phone......

"Haha, this picture is so beautiful! I dare not imagine it anymore. Liu Xuan shook his head vigorously a few times, dispelling the picture from his mind.

However, his cranky thoughts had washed away the faint sense of melancholy.

"Friends can come here." Liu Xuan saw that someone was looking for a seat, so he said hello first.

"Thank you!" The man was quite ancient, and he hugged his fists and thanked Liu Xuan.

The man placed his phone on a roll of paper on the table, and its screen was facing him. Then he sat opposite Liu Xuan.

Seeing Liu Xuan's doubts, he explained: "Haha, I am currently a penguin anchor, and I am broadcasting live with my goose friends at this time." Please forgive me for the interruption. ”

Liu Xuan hurriedly waved his hand and said, "Don't get in the way, don't get in the way."

Seeing that Liu Xuan was so easy to get along with, the man also let go of the strangeness of the first meeting and talked to Liu Xuan.

Liu Xuan learned that this person's so-called penguin live broadcast was something like his original world betta live broadcast.

Liu Xuan said curiously: "What are you doing live broadcasting?" Aren't you afraid of accidents that will displease the audience? ”

Liu Xuan's consideration is also the reason why he didn't know much about live broadcasts in his previous life. In his memory, the live broadcast was all done by some TV stations.

Moreover, other TV stations also have caches. If there is an accident, you can adjust it in time to avoid live broadcast accidents.

The man laughed and said, "You're thinking about the type of live broadcast on the TV station." We Penguin Live aren't that serious.

To put it simply, it's just a bunch of friends bragging and spanking through video.

Of course, if you want to do well, you need to get something special.

Just like me, I consider that our Nanyun is a multi-ethnic province, and there are many different things about this kind of food.

Therefore, I will broadcast this category live, specifically introducing delicious things to goose friends......"

"What do you mean......" Liu Xuan understood, "So, are you going to introduce cross-bridge rice noodles?" ”

"Not bad." , the man said: "In our Nanyun Spring City, for eating, we have to say Qiao Mixian."

With that, he started talking to his phone again.

Liu Xuan estimated that he probably introduced Nanyun's cross-bridge rice noodles to his goose friends.

It's just that his appearance gives Liu Xuan an illusion. It seems that Guan Erye, a peerless martial god, suddenly started playing live broadcast, which makes people have a very coke sense of déjà vu.

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