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"Shop, how do you sell this?"

Three big and one small, four beauties stood in front of a street food stall. The stall owner who was bowing his head and skillfully hanging the paste into the oil pot was dumbfounded. If it hadn't been for the smell of mush waking up in the pot that woke him up, he didn't know how long he would have lost his mind.

I saw the stall owner hurriedly scooping up the black balls that had been scorched and threw them aside, and said in embarrassment, "One dollar a piece." How many girls would you like to try it? The stall owner is also a clever person, and he can see that these four beauties must be the daughters of everyone who are out playing, and they have never eaten roadside stalls, so they are very curious about everything. After the initial embarrassment, the stall owner immediately regained the shrewdness of the merchant and gushed endlessly, "A few girls, this is the most authentic snack in Huzhou, and it is delicious." ”

Xiao Xiang'er was already drooling, and she directly stretched out her five fingers and said arrogantly, "I want to eat five!" ”

Everyone called a sweat, and Murong Feng said with a black line on his face, "The store will bring me five." ”

Xiao Xiang'er turned her head and said, "Sister Feng, don't you eat it?" ”

"Are you really going to eat five by yourself?" Murong Feng pinched the little girl's face, and said softly, "You shouldn't eat too much fried things, just eat one." There are so many other delicious things on this street, how many can you eat at once, and how can you eat other things? ”

Xiao Xiang'er pouted unhappily, obviously torn between the two options of eating enough at once and tasting all the foods.

At this time, the stall owner skillfully wrapped the thin slices of plate oil, washed the sand and dried glutinous rice flour into a filling, and then hung the egg batter. Fry in a pan until golden brown, then remove and drain the oil. Then serve on a plate and sprinkle with sugar and rose shards. Suddenly, an authentic and delicious Huzhou snack was completed.

The little girl is already hungry. I stretched out my hand and wanted to grab it, but the stall owner was startled, and hurriedly stopped me and said, "Little sister, don't panic, it's just out of the pot, and it's still hot, wait for it to cool down and eat it later." Then stick toothpicks on each of the five dumplings. It's easy to reach and doesn't get powdered sugar on your hands.

"Miss, let the old man taste it first." Rong Bo stepped forward and said with a smile.

Murong Feng nodded. There was no concession. Rong Bo stepped forward and pinched one and put it in his mouth, took a bite, and then savored it. To outsiders, the old man is tasting delicious food, but in fact, he is telling whether there is poison in it. For a master at the grandmaster level, it is common poison. Medicine can't help them anymore. That's why Murong Feng didn't refuse.

Under the envious gaze of the little girl, the old man chewed and ate one slowly, and then only said one sentence, "It's delicious." He stepped aside.

Xiao Xiang'er immediately reached out and grabbed one and stuffed it into her small mouth and bit it, and then shouted "Ah! It's hot, it's delicious! ”

"Eat slowly, and no one will rob you!" Murong Feng shook his head and said. Then with Mu Xue. Lian'er shared three other sand washing sheep's tails.

Washed sand sheep's tail, also known as snow cotton bean paste. It is an authentic snack in Huzhou. In Linhai City, Taizhou Prefecture, Zhejiang Province, it is also known as egg white sheep's tail. The two families didn't have a big war of words on the Internet over who was the authentic of this snack. Although the name has the word sheep's tail, it has nothing to do with the sheep's tail except for its resemblance. Just mix the bean paste mixed with lard and wheat flour or glutinous rice flour to make a filling, then wrap it in a layer of egg batter, and put it in the oil pan and fry it until golden brown. After draining the oil, sprinkle some white sugar and eat, of course, if you are careful, you can also sprinkle some rose fragments to increase the taste and taste.

This delicious snack is oily and sweet in the mouth, and like snow when chewed on it. It has both the softness of the dumplings and the sweetness of the bean paste. It can be described as good color, fragrance and taste, oily but not greasy, sweet but not discouraged.

Xiao Xiang'er finished eating one, obviously wanting to eat again. So he looked at Murong Feng with a blank look. Murong Feng sighed lightly, took out a handkerchief and wiped the corners of her mouth stained with powdered sugar for her, and instructed the stall owner, "Let's fry another one in the shop." ”

"Okay." The stall owner immediately responded with a smile on his face, and then skillfully fried one sprinkled with powdered sugar and broken petals, and then inserted a toothpick in front of the little girl, and said with a smile, "This doesn't cost money." Count me as inviting my little sister to eat. ”

Xiao Xiang'er immediately cheered, grabbed it and was about to eat, but she was afraid that it would burn her mouth, so she wrinkled her little face and kept blowing. The delicate appearance made Murong Feng shake his head. Secretly sigh that this girl must be a hopeless foodie when she grows up.

"Boss, give me another one, pack!" Mu Xue licked the corners of her mouth and commanded.

Get! This one is a foodie too! Murong Feng said with a black line on his face, "Eat so much, aren't you afraid of beans growing on your face?" ”

"Don't be afraid, my sister is naturally beautiful and never grows beans!" Mu Xue said arrogantly. Obviously, for a foodie, long beans or something can't resist the temptation of food. Confuse.

Murong Feng could only shake his head helplessly and let her go.

Then the group continued to shop, and all kinds of delicious snacks made the two foodies, one big and one small, almost eat, and they were reluctant to leave. It wasn't until the sun was up that Murong Feng found a restaurant on the street and went in to rest.

The antique restaurant is built on the street, and at the same time stands on the riverside. It has five floors, the first floor is the lobby, except for the counter is a square table bench. Go up to the second floor for the hall, where there is a stage, diners can drink tea and drink while listening to books and singing. The third floor is a private room separated by a screen, and the windows can be opened to overlook the beautiful scenery of Taihu Lake. The fourth floor is a private room, and the fifth floor is an open-air attic, which is generally used by wealthy businessmen and magnates to hold banquets.

Murong Feng and the others went up to the fourth floor to choose the one with the best view, and then ordered some special food and tea at random.

Pushing open the doors and windows carved with traditional window latticework, the cool breeze blows in your face, and then you can look at the rippling blue lake, which is really refreshing.

"Sister Moon Shadow is going to be a poet again?" Mu Xue held the teacup and laughed.

Murong Feng squinted his eyes and enjoyed the breeze, shook his head and said, "A good sentence is made by nature, and a good hand can get it." If it is pure and flawless, it will no longer require manpower. ”

Uncle Rong stroked his beard with appreciation, Mu Xue's eyes lit up, and she was surprised, "What a poem!! ”

Murong Feng suddenly had a black line on his face, and sighed, "I didn't write it, don't like it indiscriminately!" And the original meaning of this poem is that the uninspired pieces of poetry are just a play on words. I just want to use poetry to express that I am not inspired now. ”

Mu Xue's face suddenly turned embarrassed. immediately said strongly: "People just praise this poem for being well written." I didn't say that you did it well! ”

Lian'er covered her mouth and chuckled. Rong Bo shook his head with a smile, as for Xiao Xiang'er, she was still looking at the food on the table and burping depressedly.

Murong Feng shook his head with a dumb smile, lazily arguing with her, continued to enjoy the lake and mountains, and then closed his eyes and took a deep breath and said softly.

"The water is smoky, the rain is cold, and the frost in the cave is slight. The moon moves the boat away, and the night is quiet and the soul returns. Secretly feel the sea demeanor, Xiao Xiao heard the geese flying. ”

"Ahh I know this poem! Mu Xue immediately said triumphantly, "This is the "Autumn Evening on Taihu Lake" written by the ancient Tang Dynasty poet Wang Changling! Then he provoked: "Sister Feng'er, why don't you make another masterpiece yourself?" ”

"Writing poetry is just about expressing the emotions in your heart. Since the ancients have already written masterpieces that have been passed down through the ages, they just happened to be in response to the situation. What's the point if I borrow it to express the feelings in my heart at this moment? Why bother to play with words? Murong Feng turned around and chuckled.

Rong Bo immediately high-fived and laughed, praising Murong Feng's free and easy style of ancient celebrities. Mu Xue's face was flushed, but she couldn't think of a reason to refute it, so she had to poke the hidden fish balls in the bowl with chopsticks to vent her anger.

"This Tibetan fish ball has to be put in the mouth whole to have a chew, and you will lose its original flavor when you poke it into a meat paste." Murong Feng kindly reminded.

"Hmph, I want you to take care of it." The girl began to be angry again, picked up a handful of shredded pear chicken and threw it into her mouth and chewed it violently, looking at her as if she was eating Murong Feng's meat raw. She herself doesn't know why she always likes to be coquettish in front of Murong Feng recently, obviously she is still a year older than her. But in front of her, she always unconsciously showed the shy demeanor of her little daughter.

Murong Feng smiled faintly and didn't argue with her. I know that after a while, she will regain her jumping temperament. Turning around, he sat down at the table, picked up the misty teacup, pecked lightly, and sighed, "I've heard of this purple bamboo shoot before." Today's Yipin really lives up to its name. ”

Mu Xue immediately picked up the teacup in front of her and took a sip, but she almost choked herself and coughed again and again.

"You don't know how to drink it, so let's drink juice like Xiao Xiang'er." Murong Feng said with a smile.

"Who said I wouldn't drink, I just got burned!" Mu Xueqiang argued to herself, and then picked up the teacup again, but this time she was obedient, and just took a sip gently. The fragrant and mellow tea moistens the tip of the tongue, slightly bitter and sweet, but has an endless aftertaste. Mu Xue's originally frowning brows relaxed, and secretly praised that this tea still has some refreshing effects.

At this time, a fresh breeze blew in from outside the window, and Murong Feng and Rong Bo twitched their noses together, and said in unison, "It's going to rain." The two looked at each other, and they both smiled dumbly.

Mu Xue turned her head to look out the window and found that the lake was like a mirror reflecting the blue sky, and there was no sign that it was going to rain. couldn't help frowning and said, "There is not even a cloud in the sky, how can it rain?" ”

Murong Feng smiled and said nothing, and sure enough, within a moment and a half, layers of 'light yarns' floated between the heavens and the earth, and a layer of mist shrouded in the surface of the lake.

"The smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River are like smoke and yarn for thousands of turns. In the past, I often heard that the spring rain in the West Lake had such a strange scene, and I didn't expect to see it in Taihu Lake in autumn. Murong Feng looked at the rain on the lake from the window, and secretly sighed that he had been in Jiangnan for some days. But I missed a lot of views.

"Nam no drink Rata Dora Yaya, Nam no Agaya, Bharukati Shśo Bowl Yaya, Bodhisattva Bhava Bharaya, Mahasattva Bharvaya, Mahakaluniyaya, Om."

Suddenly, in the smoke and rain, there was a faint Sanskrit sound singing in the wind, and listening to it made people have a miraculous effect of washing their minds.

Murong Feng turned back to Uncle Rong and asked, "Uncle Rong, are there any temples around here?" ”

Rong Bo thought for a while and nodded and replied, "Miss, there is a Guanyin Mountain in the west of the city, and there is a Fahua Temple at the foot of the mountain. It is said to be thousands of years old. ”

"Then let's go and see." Murong Fengxing's way of going. Rong Bo nodded yes, and then the guards in the dark immediately divided a few people to go over and arrange them thoroughly.

Soon after, the group left the restaurant and found that there was still a drizzle in the sky. A smart merchant has hung up a gaudy oil-paper umbrella in the store.

Everyone randomly picked a shop that sold umbrellas and went in to take a look, and the shopkeeper saw that there was a customer entering the door, and immediately greeted him, but suddenly he saw that the one who walked in front was really as beautiful as a fairy, and suddenly his eyes were straight, and his tongue was as bad as a knot. The shopkeeper is an old man, and his concentration is obviously much better than that of a young fellow. After a short period of distraction, he immediately stepped forward and slapped the back of the young man's head, and then stepped forward and said with a smile: "How many girls want to buy umbrellas?" ”

"Yes, I also asked the store to help us pick out a few good-looking ones." Murong Feng smiled. The bright smile made the shopkeeper lose his mind, but he quickly regained his shrewdness. Drove the young man to the inner hall to get the best ones in the store.

The young man staggered back to the inner hall, and the shopkeeper smiled embarrassedly, "The young man is not sensible, so a few people laughed." ”

Murong Feng smiled disappreliantly. Soon the guy brought out a large bundle of paper umbrellas, with all kinds of patterns and patterns.

Murong Feng chose a paper umbrella painted with proud bones and cold plums, and by the way, he picked a daisy pattern for Xiao Xiang'er. Mu Xue picked a water lily pattern, and Lian'er picked a begonia. Rong Bo didn't choose, because with his old man's cultivation, even the pouring rain could not get wet his clothes. And it can also be used to deter some eyeless Xiaoxiao.

Four beauties holding paper umbrellas of various colors disappeared into the streets of the ancient city, and the little man standing at the door of the store was stunned for a while, and he couldn't come back to his senses for a long time. The shopkeeper stepped forward and patted the man's head and sighed, "Don't look at it, people have already gone away." That's a fairy from the earth, but you're not the Cowherd or Dong Yong. ”

The young man turned back to the shop with a gloomy face, and did not forget to glance back at the rainy and misty streets, as if this was the smoke cloud left by the fairy when he left behind the clouds. Although it was only a brief encounter, it was a memory that he could never forget for the rest of his life. (The novel "Online Game Star Sword Legend" will have more fresh content on the official WeChat platform, and there will also be a 100% lottery gift for everyone!) Open WeChat now, click on the "+" sign in the upper right corner "Add Friends", search for the official account "ddxiaoshuo" and follow, hurry up! (To be continued......)