(The greatest happiness after hard work every day is not counting votes and looking at data, but reading and replying to friends' comments one by one, which often makes me excited, and no amount of self-torture is worth it.) Realistic writing is really not easy to write, check the information, conceive the plot, but also study the logic, evaluate the ornamentality, the book is over, at least for a long time Kirin Coco is not ready to touch the realistic text again, often in front of the computer for two or three hours can not move the pen, crying without tears. But there is no way, at the beginning, you can only go all the way to the dark, and there is no other way to follow except to die to the end. As long as the work can be recognized by friends, it doesn't hurt to be self-abusive. Of course, tickets are still required, collection and reward are also indispensable, continue to ask for all kinds of things, move your fortune hand to support the Kirin Cocoa, grateful. Welcome to the comment area to complain, you must reply if you have a message, thank you. ）

"Hey, how does this street look familiar? But the scenery and people on the street are so strange, how can there be such things that don't need to light candles? But blindly? Lined up along both sides of the street, high tables, low benches, and a blacksmith's stove as thick as a tree spitted a roaring fire, and it was not a blacksmith standing by the stove, but a cook with a pot and a shovel, and there were so many people, all of them were also very strange, the men had no braids, all naked upper bodies, shirtless, sitting on the side of the street, shouting and punching, drinking, women's clothes were very few, those who showed their arms and legs, and those who wore all kinds of strange clothes, such a dress was put on the mouth, and even the women in the hall did not dare to wear it like this. And this street, why is there no mud, and it is not a bluestone slab, stepping on it is hard, what is it? What are those boxy, tall, big buildings? The windows are all transparent, and you can still see the figures inside. (Watermark: qidian original, code words are hard, piracy is shameful, please support the original, Kirin Coco is waiting here.) ）

"Didi ....." A long roar startled Simao, he subconsciously flashed to the side, and a big black and shiny iron guy like a turtle shell roared past him, "Looking for death, I want to die and jump into the river, there is no cover in the river...... " A fat-headed and big-eared guy stuck his head out of the turtle shell, scolded a few words and walked away.

"Zhang Wei..... Zhang Wei, Zhang Simao, what are you doing stunned? I've been waiting for you for an hour, here, here, come here. A voice woke up Simao, who was still in a daze, and looked at the sound, only to see that among the people drinking on the side of the street, a bareheaded, skinny body carved with dragons and phoenixes, and a big gold chain with the thickness of a little finger around his neck was waving desperately at him.

"Ribs?" Simao didn't know why, but blurted out his nickname, and had a very familiar and close feeling to him. While calling his name, Simao walked over.

Before the person sat down, a big glass bottle was stuffed with ribs: "Punish wine, punish wine, you touch a bottle first, and then talk about it after drinking." A group of people next to him followed suit.

Simao held the bottle, was supported by the ribs and began to pour the bottom of the bottle, this wine taste is different from the wine he usually drinks, but it is still delicious, and the white foam is turning up vigorously.

"I ordered you a hot dry noodle, ate some pressed wine, and then went on." Pork ribs stuffed a big bowl into Simao's hands, the bowl is oily and slippery noodles, sauce fragrance, sesame fragrance, chili oil fragrance, and green onion fragrance mixed together, looking at the bright color, smelling the index finger moved, Simao suddenly felt that the taste was very familiar, snoring began to pull into the mouth, a moment of effort, a bowl of noodles to eat a fine light.

"Anything else? Another bowl. Simao was still unfinished, raised his head, just wanted to have another bowl, suddenly, the scene in front of him was distorted, the bizarre blurred into a fragmented appearance, and then Simao woke up from his sleep, surrounded by darkness, the aftermath of the noisy scene just now was not dispersed, but in front of him except for the moon hanging high outside the window, and a few treetops reflected by the moonlight on the window paper, there was no one, a silence.

"Hot dry noodles, hot dry noodles ......." Simao muttered to himself, he suddenly seemed to remember something important, he turned over and got out of bed, groped for the oil lamp with a fire sickle, began to rummage through the boxes and cabinets in the room, turned over for a long time, found a yellowed childhood window class book, and found half a bald brush, and finally found an inkstone that was used as a stepping stone from the foot of the bed, and piled up on the table, I really couldn't find the ink, and poured some water from the teapot into the inkstone, I used an inkstone to grind and grind, and he really grinded out the ink.

So, Simao spread out the paper, grabbed the pen, dipped it full of grinding, and wrote down the words "How to make hot dry noodles" on the paper with a bald pen.

Zhang's got up early in the morning, began to grope down the kitchen, although the eyes are not good, but the home environment is fully cooked, hands and feet quickly boiled a pot of water, closed a pot of stick noodles, and then along the four walls of the cauldron, began to stick the stick dough on it, after a while, the nest of the stick noodles was steaming out of the pot, brought to the dining table of the hall, Zhang's roared: "Get up, it's too early.......

Lao Zhang rubbed his sleepy eyes and walked out, but Simao didn't move for a long time, Zhang groped into Simao's room, Simao's room was empty, and there was no shadow.

"What about the son? Do you see that? Zhang's angrily asked Lao Zhang, who was burying his head and gnawing on his nest.

"I didn't see it? Did he come back yesterday? Lao Zhang didn't raise his head, and at this moment he was obviously more interested in Wotou than in his son.

At this time, Simao was smashing the door of the carpenter Liu Huozi, Liu Huozi was awakened by drowsiness, and just opened the door with a scolding grin, Simao blew in like a gust of wind, and unfolded a crooked picture in his hand: "Do it in two days, okay?" ”

Liu Huozi wiped the eye feces from the corners of his eyes, and looked at it fixedly: "Isn't this a shaving head?" ”

"Not exactly, it's more than a shaved head. In a hurry, no corners are allowed, delivery can be made within two days, there is a reward in addition to the salary, and the delivery can not be made within two days, and one day late will be deducted from the salary, until the deduction is finished. After speaking, Simao stuffed the drawings into Liu Huozi's hands, pulled his legs and left, turning back as he walked and said: "Remember, two days, just two days." Looking at Simao, who ran in like the wind and walked away without a trace like the wind, Liu Huozi picked his head, turned upside down to look at the masterpiece of Simao, and muttered: "Early in the morning, what kind of evil is this." ”

The next four mao will be even busier, one will be on Jubao Street and the people of the roasted wheat stall and the cold powder stall will be chattering, grinding their teeth and fighting, and then they will go into the kitchen with a lot of things such as oil pots and noodle pockets to tinker with, and close the door, no one will be allowed to enter, as if enchanted. Zhang's stomach was suspicious, and he couldn't guess what kind of medicine was sold in his son's gourd, so he didn't say anything when he asked Simao, so he could only break it.

In this way, for two days, the Simao gate did not come out, the second door did not step, and the cooking smoke in the stove room was not broken, until the evening of the next day, Simao opened the door, walked out of the stove room, and said to Zhang: "Mother, you call the swallow over, and I have a good thing for you to taste when my father comes back." ”

Zhang muttered, but still went out to find the swallow next door as his son instructed. It was getting late, Lao Zhang hummed a little song, swayed home, and as soon as he entered the house, he found an unusual place, Zhang and Yanzi were sitting around the table, and Simao was tinkering in the stove room.

"What's going on? What's the moth in Simao? ”

While speaking, Simao brought out three steaming bowls of noodles from the stove room, Lao Zhang smelled the fragrance, his eyes were straight, he picked up a bowl of noodles, and after a while, he snorted and picked up a fine light.

"How's it taste?" Simao looked at his living father with expectant eyes.

"I didn't taste it, so let's have another bowl." Lao Zhang wiped his mouth and stretched out the empty bowl in front of Simao.

"You belong to Zhu Bajie, huh? It's not about eating ginseng fruit. "Zhang is angry and funny.

Simao was helpless, returned to the stove room, and refilled a big bowl for Lao Zhang.

"Brother Simao, what is this noodle called? I've never seen it before, it's delicious, how do you do it? The swallow looked at Simao with reverent eyes.

Simao said proudly: "This is called sesame sauce noodles, I dreamed that the immortals taught me. First, boil the alkaline noodles for seven or eight years, then mix them with oil, shake them off, let them cool, and then cook them in boiling water when eating, add the sauce grinded with sesame seeds, chili oil, diced pickles, brine, and shallots, and you can eat them after mixing well. This is a unique secret skill that can't be passed on. ”

Yanzi nodded: "Brother Simao, don't worry, I won't tell anyone, but in the future, you will have to take care of my sesame sauce noodles every day." ”

Simao shyly faced: "No problem, starting tomorrow, I will go to Jubao Street to open a store to sell sesame sauce noodles, you will be my first buddy, there is no salary, enough noodles to eat, do you want to do it?" ”

(Tips: People have always referred to Hubei hot dry noodles, Beijing fried sauce noodles, Shanxi knife cut noodles, Lanzhou ramen, and Sichuan dandan noodles as "China's five major noodles.") Hot dry noodles are known for their "refreshing and firm, yellow and oily, fragrant and delicious". At the beginning of the 20th century, Li Bao, a food vendor, continued the practice of cutting noodles by boiling, draining, and mixing sesame oil to make hot dry noodles with a unique flavor. In the early thirties, Cai Mingwei, who sold soup noodles on Long Beach Street in Hankou, inherited and developed the practice and process of hot dry noodles, adding new seasonings such as sesame paste, and thus a new snack was born, which was called "sesame sauce noodles" at that time, and was not officially called "hot dry noodles" until 1950 when it was registered for industry and commerce. There is a record in the Qing Dynasty's "Bamboo Branch Ci": Three days are too early and unusual, and a wolf meal can be forgotten. Cut noodles with shredded bean noodles and dried noodles, fish rice dumplings and chicken soup. )。