Fortunately, the snow on the road has been cleared, it is still early before the start of work, and there are not many cars, so that He Junyao can drive so fast. In the next life, unless your car can fly, you will have to move towards the snail step by step.

"Give!" He Junyao's heart moved, and a palm-sized gift box came into his hand from the back seat and directly stuffed into Fang Menan's arms.

Fang Monan didn't have time to hide the surprise on his face for the small gift he rudely handed over, and it crashed into He Junyao's dark eyes, calm, but the hand holding the steering wheel, the joints were white, and he slipped twice on the steering wheel, as if he was ...... Feeling nervous?

Fang Monan shook his head amusedly, he never forgot to practice.

After Fang Monan's gaze slipped around him, his starry eyes drooped, and he looked down at the small box in his arms, a little curious about what he would give, and opened it, an unexpected gift, "Wow, wow...... I like this flower, I can eat it! It is a three-dimensional sugar painting flower basket, and there are red roses in the flower basket, which smells sweet and silky, Fang Monan licked it childishly, and it was indeed made of white sugar.

The flower basket is rich and gorgeous, the texture is crystal clear, and the three-dimensional effect is clear...... This rose is even more loveable than the real thing.

Her liking relieved the man sitting in the driver's seat opposite. Sure enough, she likes these traditional old things, and she will always be so real, and she will never spend money in vain. If you send real roses, it is estimated that she will not like it.

Fang Menan raised his head and looked at him smiling very happily, but what was the matter with the flash of sadness in his eyes?

Fang Monan patted him on the shoulder. exaggeratedly said, "Brother He, who knows me!" ”

She really liked it, she didn't expect him to be so old-fashioned and serious.

It's hard to buy a favorite! Of course, gift-giving is what the other party likes.

In the past and present life, the first flower was recovered, especially such a special flower, of course, I couldn't help but be happy, compared to roses, it was a rich man's stuff. She prefers the natural blooming and withering of roses rather than being picked and played with. It's women who like men to send flowers, but what she likes more is this thought.

"Where did it come from?" Fang Monan raised his eyes and asked curiously. At this time, the old craft is a lot wasted. Besides, even if you can see it, it's only in a big temple fair. However, those are all traditional candy pinchers, and the sugar paintings are very thin. But there is no realistic style of the flower basket in her hand, this rose is delicate and realistic, full of three-dimensionality.

"You can't do it!" Fang Menan said affirmatively. "You really did it." I didn't expect it! He still has this craft.

"Hmm!" He Junyao nodded, and he glanced at the flower basket as if sad. Like remembrance!

Fang Mo Nanmo rubbed his chin and looked him up and down. There must be a story. It's not easy to inquire about his sad appearance, so let's have a chance!

Fang Monan leaned over and put his mouth on his cheek. touched it, quickly withdrew, this time it didn't let him catch it, and a wisp of cunning flashed between his lips. Hopefully, this will erase the sadness from his eyes. "I love it!"

He Junyao was stunned for a moment, came back to his senses, pursed his lips, fortunately drove steadily, and a smile flashed between his eyebrows. If he hadn't driven again, he would have corrected her on the spot, and a good kiss was enough!

He Junyao could only touch the top of her head soothingly for the worried look she cast, indicating that he was fine.

Fang Monan smiled and asked, "Where can I have breakfast!" ”

"Take you to taste the real Beijing flavor and Beijing rhyme." He Junyao said.

Fang Monan smiled heartily when she heard his words, what she wanted was such a down-to-earth feeling, romance can't be eaten as a meal, they have long passed the green years of taking meat and hemp as fun. This thoughtfulness of the subtleties reassured her, and the eyes in which she looked at him were surprisingly gentle.

He sat in the driver's seat, the bright sun shining on his body, and his cold face was much softer, and he was like a smooth silhouette of flowing clouds and water under the sun, with an extremely breathtaking charm.

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With the transformation of the city, the real Beijing flavor and Beijing charm may only be found in history.

Under the ever-changing roots of the imperial city, it is very difficult to accurately locate a time-honored snack bar. Maybe a hutong that is fragrant today will become a bulldozer's dinner tomorrow. Those old shops with a long history spend all the time in painstaking care. Since tomorrow is unpredictable, let Fang Monan and them enjoy the moment and enjoy the original taste of the capital.

Of course, to appreciate the excitement of the Huangcheng Gener early market, you also need to go to the alleys, alleys, and streets to eat and feel, and operate early, including early shops, early stalls, and mutton beds that sell fresh beef and mutton stores, steamed bun shops, and noodle shops "part-time" to join.

He Junyao parked the car in the area of Beixiao Street and Siyanjing, and the two got out of the car and locked the door. He Junyao took Fang Monan's hand and walked towards the alley, the snow had been cleared.

Fang Monan: They walked in the alley early in the morning, smelling the smell of oil smoke and finding breakfast stalls, there were a lot of mutton beds, and the store was not small. The mutton buns on the stove in front of the door are hot and uncovered, the stewed mixed soup in the pot smells fragrant from afar, and the young men in the store shout: Eat, just got the hot buns, a mouthful of first-class oil. You buy a few, the lotus leaves are wrapped, the fragrance is fragrant, and you are not negotiable.

There's absolutely no unruly crowding of people at work. Everyone lined up, all of them were in the street and couldn't afford to lose that person, and they came to buy breakfast for people who were thirty or forty years old, and young people couldn't get up, and they were lazy with quilts on their backs! There are not many young people who come to buy breakfast in life, and many young people come to an egg scone on the road to satisfy their hunger.

The breakfast on the street is dry and thin, soft and hard, cold and hot, salty and sweet. Oil cakes, fried ghosts are eaten and fried; Soy milk, bean juice, and noodle tea are always hot; In the glass cabinet, sugar ears, sugar fire, big thin crispy, burnt circles, puff pastry, bean paste, snails, beef tongue cakes, bean flour cakes, open smiles...... Colorful and tempting to the appetite.

Speaking of "sound and color", the breakfast stalls on the street not only have shouting, but also recruit "professional bel canto". In the bakery, the master worked quickly. The baked cake is baked well, especially the dough and rolling agent are dropped on the board, and the rolling pin constantly beats the board, commonly known as "playing the flower stick", as soon as people hear the rhythmic sound of falling dough and the sound of the flower stick, they know that the baked cake is spread out.

Fang Monan looked at the people in line to buy breakfast, and the guys in their hands were also varied, some took pots, some took pots, and some had cold bottles, but they were really alive, and it was an eye-opener.

As soon as Fang Monan and He Junyao stepped into the breakfast shop, the old diners inside looked at the two newcomers in surprise. Such a handsome and young strange face. What a rarity for them!

The girl's pea-green knee-length wool coat, round doll collar, and a circle of purple mink fur around the collar make her furry skin as delicate as pink porcelain, smooth as jade. Eyebrows and smiles. More rounded and cute. Immediately won the favor of everyone.

The man next to him was wearing a long black coat. Cold and resolute, his eyes looked at her from time to time, and he lowered his head slightly. A very shallow smile hung on the corner of his lips.

The breakfast shop was not big, but it was clean and tidy, and it was not full yet, so Fang Monan and they picked a smaller table to sit down. The diners in the restaurant came back to their senses, and when they looked at each other, they all shook their heads, they had never seen each other.

"Two things, then sesame baked cakes, fried ghosts, and horseshoe baked cakes." He Junyao nodded.

"Okay! Wait! The young man laughed loudly.

After He Junyao finished ordering, the two old men at the adjacent table looked at him in surprise, "The young man is good!" The orders are the most authentic in this store, the whole capital, and the taste of this shop is the most authentic. An old man with gray hair said.

"I just came here because I knew it was delicious." He Junyao said lightly.

The two old men couldn't stop nodding, listening to this mouthful of Beijing films, they were locals, and they couldn't bear this one.

"Not bad, not bad. Today's young people, who have lived in buildings for a long time, are accustomed to milk and bread for breakfast. That thing, the stuff of foreign devils, where is our raiser! The old man continued.

Fang Monan said with a smile, "One side of the water and soil, one side of the people." ”

"The little girl said it well, it's this reason." Another old man said, with black-framed eyes, still lame eyes, with a pair of glasses glued to white tape. "Alas! This is the real old capital, and the high-rise buildings are devouring the lives of the people under the roots of our imperial city. The tone was regretful and sad.

This is the helplessness of urban development, always after the destruction, only to remember the good of the past, and desperately looking for the tradition handed down from the old capital. People always wait until they lose to know how to cherish it.

The sooner Beijing flavor is reminiscent, and I hope to revive the prosperous times, and don't become "intangible heritage", that is too early.

"Brother He, what are the two things!" Fang Monan raised his eyes and asked with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"The little girl doesn't know!" The old man with eyes smiled and said, "The two are meatballs and tofu soup!" There are two kinds of marinated meatballs, there are thickening and not thickening, the croquettes are not complicated, they are inseparable from mung bean noodles, broken vermicelli, five-spice powder, after frying, such as small jujubes, yellow-brown, the taste is not salty, and it must be boiled and eaten. The pot for boiling the meatballs is covered with two semi-circular willow lids, and the meatballs and bean bubbles are boiled together. ”

"Whoa! Here it comes. See for yourself! He said ununu.

The shopkeeper put two things in front of Fang Monan and them, a blue-edged white porcelain bowl, and meatballs and tofu floating in the soup! Then he put the hot and freshly baked sesame baked cakes, fried ghosts, and water chestnut cakes on a plate.

"Two things", topped with sesame sauce, fermented bean curd, sprinkled with minced coriander, minced leeks, and a few drops of chili oil.

"Little girl, try it! It's the best way to eat this in winter, warm your stomach and keep the cold away! The old man at the next table urged.

Fang Monan took a spoon and gently took a sip of the soup, and after the balls were not hot, he ate them in one bite. Well! It's spicy and hot, so it's not only delicious to boil the meatballs, but the soup is even more delicious, you can add the meatball soup, and the more you drink, the more moisturizing it is.

"How's that, it's delicious! In the early years, there were also those who called it "foreign car meatballs", and there were staghorn vegetables and daylily in the marinade, and the freshly baked baked cakes were even more beautiful. The old man with glasses smiled and continued to talk about the delicious food they had experienced over the years, and his words seemed to have tasted the delicious taste of the world, but that's it. (To be continued......)

PS: Ask for pink, ask for recommendation.