Beautiful words often soothe the heart of a wounded person, and sometimes delicious food does more than beautiful words in a silent way. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

For many border soldiers, this most ordinary boiled meat is the most delicious food they have eaten in their lives, in addition to the aroma of meat, there is also an inexplicable taste of the aftermath of the catastrophe, which crosses the tip of the tongue and brushes the heart.

Perhaps the time to enjoy this meal quietly was the most joyful and comfortable moment for them in the past few days, and the smell of the food made them forget the pain and exhaustion of their bodies in that moment.

Yang Huairen is a cook, and this kind of time is his happiest moment for him.

He brought a bowl of meat, wrapped a few cooking cakes, and sent them to Lan Ruoxin's tent. Lan Ruoxin was inconvenient to eat, and looked at Yang Huairen with a pursed mouth, not knowing what he was expecting.

Yang Huairen smiled calmly and sat next to her bedside with a horse.

"I'll feed you."

People always say that it only takes three words to melt a woman's heart, and there are "me" and "you" in these three words, and it seems that what people always say is not a lie.

Lan Ruoxin's heart was melted by these three ordinary words, and the melted heart turned into a pool of clear water flowing out of her big watery eyes.

No need to say thank you or anything else, sometimes a look is worth a thousand words.

In the past, Yang Huairen couldn't tell the difference between Lan Ruoxin in his previous life and Lan Ruoxin he knew now, and their beautiful and moving faces also fascinated him.

At this moment, with this one look, he seemed to distinguish the difference between the two people, Lan Ruoxin, who was lying on the wooden marching bed, was another woman.

She abandoned her dreams and everything she had, just to be with him.

If he still had a grudge against Lan Ruoxin before, or looked at her now, and the shadow of the woman in his previous life, then now, he is willing to open his heart to her.

She is who she is, she has the same name, the same face as the one she is, but she is not the same person anymore.

When the wooden spoon in his hand gently put the broth into her mouth and touched her pink crystal jade lips, her appearance at that moment was real.

Lan Ruoxin may not have the word romance in her heart, but what she feels is the feeling of romance.

No flowers, no beautiful views, it's a romantic affair in a small tent where a man hand-feeds a woman the broth he made with his own hands.

Or it should be called meat hemp, which makes people wear three-layer cotton jackets and get goosebumps, but if they are not immersive, who can tell the difference?

After feeding Lan Ruoxin, Yang Huairen patted her on the back and looked at her and fell asleep with an innocent smile on his face.

When he walked out of the tent, before he knew it, the night was already deep, and there was some wind, I don't know whether to say a little chill or a little warmth, but it also brought tiredness.

The well-fed soldiers began to fall down one after another to rest, and some of them were smacking, as if they were still reminiscing about the aftertaste of the boiled meat between their lips and teeth.

The crackling of the bonfire is like a bard reciting a travel poem that travels the world, playing his beloved yaoqin, and playing a gentle serenade.

Everything was silent, and it was said that the countless stars in the sky corresponded to everyone on this earth.

Yang Huairen looked at the deep night sky and looked for himself in the vastness. Some of the stars dimmed, and some of the stars brightened out of the dimness.

Maybe that's life.

Even the whole world in which we exist is too small in the entire universe, so small that it is like a grain of sand in the vast ocean, which is beaten up and falls by a wave of waves.

The whole world is like this, let alone one person.

So don't think too much, just quietly feel the joy or sorrow, happiness or melancholy that this world brings us.

Yang Huairen felt that even if he crossed over and had two lives to experience, it was just a star in the vast sky that dimmed and brightened anew, and one day it would dim or brighten again.

In that case, why be persistent? It's better to do what you like, love the people you love, and live spontaneously.

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When the sky was hazy, Yang Huairen found that he had slept in the city last night, with his brothers lying beside him.

No one would have thought that the loudest snoring was Brother Tianba and Xiao Qi. This big and small, one singing and one harmonizing, the muffled and crisp snoring sound comes and goes.

Yang Huairen rubbed his sleepy eyes and unconsciously wanted to laugh. If it weren't for the fact that everyone was too tired and slept too soundly yesterday, it is estimated that these two guys would have been scourge and had a sleepless night.

Breakfast is very simple, the dry food is broken and soaked in beef and mutton soup, like the famous Xi'an delicacy beef and mutton steamed buns.

It is said that the delicacy of beef and mutton steamed buns was also produced in the Song Dynasty, and it has a great relationship with Taizu Zhao Kuangyin.

Legend has it that when Zhao Kuangyin was young and unsuccessful, he lived on the streets of Chang'an and begged for two dried buns as hard as a hammer, but he couldn't eat it.

Later, I met a small vendor selling sheep soup in the street and begged for a bowl of sheep soup. When the kind-hearted peddler saw that he was pitiful, he asked him to break up the dried bun and put it in a bowl, and poured a spoonful of piping hot mutton soup.

Zhao Kuangyin took it and devoured it, and suddenly the hunger and cold disappeared, and he felt that this was the most beautiful delicacy in the world.

Later, when he became the emperor and inspected Chang'an, he remembered the past when he was a teenager, and found the vendor who once gave him a spoonful of mutton soup, and rewarded him heavily.

Later, because everyone thought that the emperor's favorite food must be delicious, so this way of eating was gradually carried forward.

This statement is very dramatic, and of course as for the veracity, it remains to be verified. Whether it is the official history or the joke, the food of beef and mutton steamed buns has indeed become popular since the Northern Song Dynasty.

In fact, yokan has existed since ancient times, basically as early as the history of Chinese eating mutton.

The way to eat steamed buns is recorded in historical records at the end of the Tang Dynasty, when the "Anshi Rebellion", Tang Dezong borrowed the Great Food Army to recover the two capitals, and after the rebellion, the Great Food Army was temporarily stationed in Chang'an.

The military rations that the soldiers carried with them when they marched and fought were a kind of pasta called "toermu", which was somewhat similar to the food of "naan" in later generations.

Nursery wood is easy to preserve, but after a long time, it will become very dry and hard, and it cannot be eaten directly. So the soldiers broke the wood into small pieces, soaked it in hot mutton broth, and ate it.

With the communication between the big cannibals and the locals, this way of eating has gradually spread to the market, which may be the earliest origin of the real beef and mutton steamed buns recorded in historical records.

Of course, in Yang Huairen's view, compared with the later generations, because many spices had not yet been used by people at that time, and the method was relatively simple and rough, the taste should be relatively fishy and unpleasant.

And he brought the method and taste closest to later generations to the Great Song Dynasty, which can be regarded as a pioneer.