He Junyao broke open the horseshoe baked cake and made it hollow inside, and then just sandwiched in a fried ghost and handed it to Fang Monan.

The gray-haired old man looked at He Junyao's movements and said with a smile. "As the old saying goes, a group in the east and a group in the west, if you eat water chestnut cakes and fruits early, you are talking about horseshoe cakes."

Fang Monan took a bite, it tasted crispy and sweet, very delicious. After swallowing the baked cake fruit, he pursed his lips, "It's delicious!" ”

"Your brother, it's so good to you!" The old men smiled and said, "Not bad! The lad knows how to take care of his sister! ”

Fang Monan pursed his lips and looked at him playfully, looking at He Junyao who was depressed in his eyes.

"The little girl is from out of town!" The gray-haired old man asked affirmatively.

"Yes! That's why I asked my brother to bring me to eat authentic Beijing flavor. Fang Menan specially bit the word brother.

He Junyao grabbed her hand under the table, gently picking at her palm, like a cat scratching, tickling people, trying to withdraw his hand, but was grabbed even tighter. This guy's 'revenge' is really straightforward.

"No wonder I don't know the two, I don't know the fried juniper!" The old man with glasses said kindly.

"Isn't it a fried ghost?" Fang Monan raised his eyes and asked suspiciously, his voice was sweet and glutinous, and in the eyes of these two old men, it was extremely cute.

"Fried ghosts, also known as fried fruits, the older generation of people out of resentment against the traitor Qin Hui framed the national hero Yue Fei, once pronounced "fried ghosts" as "fried juniper", we all call it that. The gray-haired old man said with a smile.

"Now it's the only place where you can eat authentic fried cypress, this oval-shaped fruit. Before the liberation and in the early days of liberation, porridge shops often made and sold, and now! The average breakfast shop is fried fritters. The old man with glasses said.

Fang Monan nodded, hearing them say this, this fried juniper is really a bit similar to fried dough sticks, and it tastes crispy!

"It is said that Yangcheng people eat breakfast (morning tea) the most abundant and exquisite, if we want to say! This old capital will definitely have a fight with it sooner. Why is the emphasis on 'old' here, because the streets nowadays are 'in the market' with others early, and it is not okay not to admit defeat. "The gray-haired old man is quite interested, and it is rare for young people nowadays. Listen to them 'talk about the ancients'. I listened so carefully, so I talked very energetically.

The old man with glasses continued, "Our childhood impression of the food in Beijing started early. At that time, the families of the elderly under the roots of the imperial city were generally born. Rarely do it yourself early. Buy it from outside or eat it outside.

At that time, it was very convenient for us to eat breakfast! Sensei on the street. There are early shops and early stalls at the alleys and alleys. If you are lazy again, push a cart, pick up wontons, sell fried cakes, and hot cakes. Even those who sell japonica rice porridge, fried dough sticks, and baked cakes, walk the streets and alleys, and shout and sell at the gate of your courtyard.

At that time, we lived in a large courtyard, and I remember that Grandma Li in the east house of the compound shouted at the door of the wheelbarrow vendor selling japonica rice porridge, and went out of the courtyard door with a small pot. Hou Baolin's cross talk "Change of Career" has this shout: Japonica rice porridge is sold for two people in a bowl, and you can take a look at the size of the baked cake. ”

The old man learned it vividly, which amused the diners who ate breakfast in the same store!

The old man with glasses seemed to sigh and said, "I remember, the 'japonica rice porridge' boiled by the hawker is delicious, the rice grains are nearly round, very sticky, the color is white, soft and smooth, the taste is sweet and delicious, and the heat is good, which is very popular with diners." The variety of hawkers selling porridge is not monotonous, red bean porridge, kidney bean porridge, mixed bean porridge, barley rice porridge, everything. There are fried cakes, burnt rings, crispy twist flowers, fried ghosts, five or six kinds of special side dishes, pickles, brown sugar and white sugar for free. As he spoke, his saliva was dripping.

"Teacher Dai, are you saying that the porridge I boiled is not authentic." The shopkeeper said with a straight face and feigned anger.

"How can you! You're definitely not bad! Teacher Dai, who wore glasses, hurriedly looked pleasing and said.

"Hehe......" The diners laughed again.

"Teacher Dai, you can call it that!" The corners of Fang Monan's mouth bloomed with a smile, no one would refuse, the old man with glasses nodded, Fang Monan said again, "I heard you say so much, presumably you are very familiar with the snacks under the roots of the Imperial City, can you introduce them!" My brother and I also wanted to taste the authentic taste of Beijing. ”

He Junyao listened to her deliberately calling her brother! The corners of my mouth twitched when I heard it! Seeing her villain's triumphant appearance, the grip of the hand became tighter. It's really heart-wrenching, but he looked at her dotingly and said, "Eat it quickly, it tastes bad if it's cold." ”

Fang Monan seems to be a bit self-inflicted! glared at him and stepped on him, and he restrained a lot. Only then did he eat the two things in front of him unhurriedly, put down the spoon, and ate the baked cakes with chopsticks.

"Little girl! You've got the right person. The shopkeeper introduced with a smile, "Mr. Dai is a Hutong skewer that grew up under the feet of the roots of the imperial city, and he knows a lot about the snacks in the capital." ”

Teacher Dai looked at Fang Monan's delicate smiling face, looking like he was willing to hear about it, it was rare that there were still young people who liked this, and said happily, "Then I'll talk about it!" ”

Teacher Dai put down the chopsticks, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, pursed his mouth, stuffed it into his pocket again, and asked with one hand to support the lame eye, "Do you know what sheep's head hanging soup is?" Have you ever eaten a white water sheep's head? I haven't eaten it! Tsk, after eating this, that's called a March that doesn't know the taste of meat! I'll tell you, little girl! If you eat meat, you can't eat the tip of the buttocks and the belly, those are all fat sacs! To eat meat, you have to eat the offal of the muscles, to eat chicken feet, to eat duck tongue, to eat pork, to eat fat intestines, and to eat mutton, you have to eat sheep's head! ”

"Lamb is a great supplement! It's best to eat in winter. The gray-haired old man nodded in agreement.

Other diners said, "Mr. Dai, we know that Donglaishun's mutton shabu is delicious!" There's something better than it. ”

Teacher Dai straightened up, puffed out his stomach, and put on an expert posture, "Donglaishun's mutton shabu is good, but it's still a little bit worse than what I said." It's not the best we have here. ”

"I know this Langfang No. 2 stall 'sheep's head horse', flying knife paper thin fried pepper salt." He Junyao said lightly and coldly.

Teacher Dai glanced at He Junyao, who was always cold-faced, and was silent, "Okay!" Lad, you know! ”

"Okay, surnamed Dai, don't sell Guanzi." The gray-haired old man said eagerly.

Teacher Dai suddenly smiled, and began to explain with his eyebrows fluttering, "In "Yanjing Small Food Miscellaneous", it is called the white water sheep's head of the six generations of the Ma family: in October, Yanjing is cold and windy, the sheep's head is endlessly flavorful, and the salt flowers are sprinkled like snow, crisp and not greasy. He paused for a moment and continued, "This white water sheep's head, the founder is an old artist from Langfang, named Ma Yukun, known as 'sheep's head horse'!" The northwest wind was blowing in the capital in winter, and Uncle Ma was in the small alley of Xisi'er, pushing his small car with copper-clad horns and wooden wheels, shouting at his exclusive secret white water sheep's head!

I saw Uncle Ma wearing a halal hat, a blue cloth coat, a white shirt, and white cuffs, pushing a wooden trolley after four o'clock in the afternoon every day, surrounded by copper live corners, with exclusive homemade pepper and salt. When night falls, it is a lamp operation, the old horse is in the center of the car, holding a cow ear knife with a wave, brushing up the sheep's head meat, fast like a knife flying, the meat slice is as thin as paper, sprinkled with pepper and salt in the horns, placed on the green lotus leaves, the fragrance is overflowing. Oh, that's called a fragrant incense! ……

Every day, there are many people around the old horse's car to watch the old horse's sheep's head meat, and after a long time, it has become a scene outside the front door. There is another characteristic of Lao Ma selling lamb head meat, if you say that once the pepper and salt are used up, no matter how much lamb head meat is sold, it will not be sold. So later left a mantra: those who sell sheep's head meat go home without fine salt (joke). It seems that if you eat white water lamb head meat, if you don't have the special pepper and salt made by Lao Ma, you won't have its flavor. ”

Mr. Dai's unique Beijing films, just like stand-up comedy, listeners are fascinated. I even heard that the diners were all over the ground! Can't wait to try this delicious sheep's head now!

Next, Mr. Dai talked about the roots of the imperial city, the pea yellow, kidney bean cake, bean juice coke ring, tea soup noodle tea, which pea yellow is the most fragrant and refreshing, which bean juice is the most flavorful, a senior connoisseur's tone, that posture is like Emperor Qianlong's comment on the Manchu and Han Dynasty banquet, saying that the family is talking about the head is the Tao.

The listener listened to it as if it were fascinated, and the foreign family kept flowing.

"My goodness! At the foot of the Imperial City here, living for so many years is considered a wasted life, you must try it! The diners unanimously said, "Yes!" It is! It's affordable and cheap, why don't you eat it! ”

"You know the saying that when you dry your child, you will drink, and you will be crunchy!" Teacher Dai pushed his glasses and said.

"Of course I know, Gan Boer will break it with your hands, and it tastes crispy and salty and fragrant, and the aftertaste is endless. This is a good food for schoolchildren and people in old Beijing to relieve hunger, when I was a child, I was bare-assed, but I didn't buy dry wine for my old man! One of the diners, who is about forty years old, said with a smile.

His words evoked the nostalgia of the older generation, all of whom had the experience of taking the money to buy dry children for their old man, and the remaining two cents of steel hammers, buying a piece of white rabbit toffee in winter, and buying a popsicle in summer. The toffee is divided into several pieces when you go home, the younger brothers and sisters are one by one, and the popsicle is a mouthful, and if you eat too much, you will be beaten, which can make the neighbors envy for a long time.

In the early 60s of the last century, the packaging of the White Rabbit Milk Candy was a little different from now, the white rabbit pattern was lying down, and later changed to a jumping white rabbit. However, for many people born in the 50s and 60s, it is impossible to eat it regularly. "It's good to be able to steal white sugar on weekdays, how dare you expect toffee." (To be continued......)

PS: Ask for pink encouragement! In the tank!