Oriental fish belly white.

The first rays of morning light sprinkled on the city wall of Bianliang, and He Ping rubbed his eyes and stood up on the city wall.

The sky is clear and the sky is blue.

He Ping stretched his waist, looked at the soldiers who were on routine patrol in the distance, waved his hand at them, and then jumped lightly, and jumped off the city wall several feet high.

There used to be a joke about light work, that is, on the rivers and lakes, few people can jump from the first floor to the third floor, but from the third floor to the first floor, as long as you are bold, then anyone can try it.

The difference is that you need to recuperate in bed for a few days afterwards.

Even He Ping was able to climb the city wall of Bianliang empty-handed, but she did not jump up.

Now, then, nature is not a jump.

The so-called light skill of sliding forward like a glider with your hands open in a volley, don't talk about others, even He Ping can't.

But He Ping is very good at jumping off buildings.

She dropped halfway in the air, and then pulled out a short dagger from the novice from her waist and inserted it into the city wall beside her, only to see the spark beating, her descending movement also began to slow down slowly, He Ping calculated the distance under her feet, and finally tapped the wall with her toes, and by the way, she pulled out the dagger, and the whole person fell lightly on the open space at the corner of the city wall.

The whole process is probably only a few fingers.

It can be said that for a master of He Ping's level, all the walls in this world are as smooth as walking on the ground for her.

Of course – even if she had traveled hundreds of miles to come here just to eat the soup dumplings.

And now, He Ping has come to a soup dumpling shop, and sees that the boss has opened the door panel and hung up the signs, and the steamer inside the store is steaming.

Inside and outside the storefront, diners sit in twos and threes, with a bowl of yellow and clear millet porridge in front of them, a basket or two of soup dumplings, a small ceramic dish with balsamic vinegar, and red fried chili peppers next to it.

As soon as the boss looked up, he saw this girl standing next to her, wearing an emerald green shirt, although He Ping was not young, nearly thirty was almost about to enter middle age, but she looked very young, giving people the illusion that she was only in her early twenties.

"This girl, a basket of steamed buns?" The boss greeted warmly.

"How much does a bun cost?" He Ping opened his mouth and asked the price first.

"Two buns for a penny." The boss smiled and said, "A basket of steamed buns costs five cents." ”

He Ping nodded, counted out fifteen cents from the money bag, and handed it to the boss: "Give me three steamed buns." ”

The boss agreed, beckoned He Ping to sit down, and then brought three hot steamed buns after a while, and by the way, a bowl of millet porridge and a plate of seasoned balsamic vinegar were brought out.

He Ping nodded, thanked him, took out his chopsticks and picked out the wrinkled and beautiful crystal jade soup dumplings, then put them in his mouth and bit them open.

At that moment, the full juice in it overflowed hotly, although it was delicious, but it was really hot, He Ping was caught off guard, took two steps back, and screamed hot.

The boss looked amused on the side: "The first time the girl eats soup dumplings? ”

He Ping hummed softly.

Although it was burned, she still insisted on eating the soup dumpling slowly.

Then he raised his head and said seriously: "It's delicious." ”

The boss smiled: "If you eat soup dumplings, there is a trick, which is called opening the window first, then drinking the soup, swallowing it in one bite, full of fragrant mouthfuls, you must take it step by step, you can't be in a hurry." ”

He Ping nodded, and the second soup dumpling took a small bite first, and after drinking all the soup inside, he swallowed the bun again, and sure enough, the taste was very different.

"That's right, boss." He Ping suddenly raised his head: "How can this steamer be sold?" ”

The boss was surprised: "This steamer is a guy who eats, how can it be sold?" And what did the girl buy it back for? Is it difficult to make your own soup dumplings to eat? ”

"I'll bring some back for my family to taste." He Ping looked at the boss and said.

"A long way?" The boss asked.

He Ping shook his head: "It's not very far." ”

The boss smiled: "If the distance is not very far, I will not sell you unsteamed buns." ”

As he spoke, he turned around and took out a bamboo snack box from the storefront: "The girl can use this bottle, it will still be hot after an hour, you might as well eat it." ”

He Ping asked, "How much?" ”

"The girl just gives me twenty cents." The boss replied.

He Ping counted out the twenty yuan from the money bag, handed it to the boss, and put the other two soup dumplings into the food box, then sat down to eat his share, picked up the food box, and said goodbye to the boss.

The boss said to walk slowly, but saw that there was nothing in front of him, and the woman in the emerald green shirt had disappeared without a trace.

He looked at his palm.

The copper coin is still there, like a dream.

……

……

When He Ping went out of the city, she avoided the main road and only picked up remote paths to walk, so as not to alarm others.

In this case, He Ping will be able to spread his body as much as possible, and the whole person will cross the river in the forest, walking on the ground, really fluttering, and his clothes will move in the wind.

She ate soup dumplings in Bianliang City, and before she was old, she had already seen the city walls of Los Angeles from afar.

The woman returned to the avenue, entered the city as if nothing happened, and came to the door of the Xiao Soul Inn, and found that the door of her inn was locked, He Ping frowned, reached out and knocked on the door, and after a while, Fang Bei came over and opened the door.

"What happened?" He Ping looked at Fang Bei and asked, still holding the bamboo food box in his right hand.

"It's not convenient here, go in and say." Fang Bei said quietly.

He Ping nodded.

The two walked into the lobby, Fang Bei re-entered the door, and then He Ping looked at Fang Bei: "Where is Lin Xue?" ”

"Lin Xue is waiting for the Dragon Boat Festival to wake up." Fang Bei said.

"Tell her to come down." He Ping said: "I brought you breakfast. ”

Fang Bei then turned around and called Xue Ling to come down, and the two of them sat opposite He Ping in an orderly manner, I don't know why, this proprietress came back, and she felt very relieved, and she was not afraid of the sky falling.

After the two people sat in front of them, He Ping didn't rush to ask what happened, but opened the food box and handed the chopsticks to the two people: "Eat." ”

Xue Ling saw that it was a soup dumpling inside, and it was still steaming, Xue Ling took chopsticks and grabbed one, He Ping said: "Don't be in a hurry to eat, open the window first, then drink the soup, swallow it in one bite, full of flavor." ”

He Ping's back is actually very fast.

Xue Ling nodded, listened to He Ping's words, and took a bite first, although the soup inside was not hot, it was still warm.

And it's delicious.

"That's right, Sister Ping." After Xue Ling finished eating, he opened his mouth and asked, "Where did you buy this soup dumpling?" ”

"I've been in Los Angeles for a while, and I haven't seen a shop selling soup dumplings."

He Ping looked at Xue Ling and said two words quietly.

"Bianliang."

Xue Ling coughed loudly.

Choked.