"Haha, look at how great my apprentice is, I've got it all, come, Lingling, put the table quickly!" The apprentice showed his face, and Dong Xiaoguang was of course happy.

"Ho, does that taste great? It's much stronger than the vacuum duck that Lao Fang brought back! ”

"You are content, you can still eat Peking duck in the desert, just talk about the benefits of the political commissar Fang, and if it is not for modern packaging technology, if it is not for people's hearts, you can eat this bite?" Liu Yixuan pouted, counting Lang Shikun,

"That's right, now with each passing day, the preservation technology is highly developed, everything can be saved, needless to say anything else, there are two things in Beijing in the past that can not be preserved, one is vegetables, one is fruits, especially the tomatoes known as 'rotten every other day', when it comes to the ripening season, piles of eyes look rotten, you look at the present, the fresh-keeping cold storage is constant temperature," Director Xiong is also very touched.

"Yes, yes, there is a movie called 'rotten every other day into 100 days' is said to be this, in the past in the alley, when the tomatoes come down, they pay attention to buying in baskets, and then cut into pieces and put them in glass bottles, put them in the steamer and steam them at high temperatures, they can be stored for a long time, if you make more, you can even eat them until the summer of the next year," Xiong's mother has a lot of experience, she has not made less in the past, so she feels very deeply.

"What you said is," Zheng Xin agreed, "I heard my mother say that when they were young, when the tomatoes came down in large quantities, my grandmother's main task was to do this, almost the whole family went into battle, cut and cut, steamed and steamed, when it was time to eat, as soon as the bottle was opened, a smell of tomatoes came out, and then added eggs and scrambled, this is tomato egg noodles, that is called a fragrant, when my mother said this, her eyes lit up, probably remembered when she was a child, but because she often made tomato noodles for me, you said, My harath is almost down," he said, "and he did not hide his greed at all.

"Haha, Zheng Xin is right, this is the taste of mother, the so-called nostalgia, in fact, the first part is the memory caused by eating!" Seeing Zheng Xin's appearance, Liu Yizhen expressed his understanding,

"Director Liu, listening to the accent, you are from Henan, what is your impression of your hometown? Is it Henan braised noodles? Hu spicy soup? Or is it a soup dumpling dumpling in Kaifeng? "It seems that Zheng Xin is still a foodie, and he is quite familiar with Henan snacks.

"Haha, this is a specialty of Henan, which can naturally evoke our memories, but what really reminds me of nostalgia is the whiteness of my hometown,"

"White? Could it be snowing? ”

"It's not snow, it's a grand scene in the autumn harvest season, you know that we are the most abundant sweet potato in Henan, at that time, this was both a public grain and a ration, because it was drought tolerant, and high yield, almost all over the body was a treasure, so, out of wheat, we mainly planted this. When it comes to the autumn harvest season, you see, in the sweet potato field, the family went into battle, with the most primitive knives, began to cut sweet potato chips, and then, directly dried in the ground, a large piece of white flowers, covering the world and the world, just like winter, covering a heavy snow on the field! Liu Yixuan said with emotion and poetry,

"Now there is no such scene, they all send the sweet potatoes directly into the workshop, and when they are mixed in the machine, what vermicelli, starch, sweet potato chips, all come out," he shook his head, as if he was still reminiscing about his childhood.

"Hehe, you just talked about heavy snow, to be honest, this snow is also a rarity now, the first snow of the year, you see, both in the north and the south, men, women and children are all in battle, all basking in the snow," Lingling sighed, "There are snow scenes everywhere, but do you know where the most beautiful snow scene in Beijing is?" ”

"I know, it is said to be the Forbidden City, the mysterious and tall palace is covered by heavy snow, as soon as the sun comes out, the white snow sets off the red palace wall, and the exposed gold tiles are contrasted, wow, that's called a beautiful!"

"Haha, what do you want to make Director Liu, the poet's mouth, a description, it is simply beautiful, you said that the Forbidden City is the most beautiful snow scene in Beijing, I agree, its beauty is mysterious, dreamy, solemn, and atmospheric, so some people say that the snow will become Beiping, which shows that this snow is too rare now!"

"Yes, I heard my dad say that when they were young, the snow could be one or two feet thick, fighting on the snow, rolling snowballs, building snowmen, it was the happiest thing for children after the snow, but now it is easy to see, the snow is thin, and it is difficult to build a snowman, let alone snowballs,"

"Soon, now the whole country is engaged in greening, you see the desert in the past, now it has become an oasis, represented by our country, for environmental protection, the world is controlling carbon dioxide emissions, the snow scene you are looking forward to will appear soon, I estimate, the first snow of the year is not small!" Director Xiong is an expert, so he naturally has his own unique perspective.

"Yes, the famous singer Daolang wrote a song? It's called 'The first snow of 2002,'" Zheng Xin not only echoed the voice, but also sang as she spoke, "The first snow of 2002 came later than usual, and the No. 2 car parked on the eighth floor took away the last falling yellow leaves......"

"Hahaha, you're singing well?" Everyone applauded in unison, "One more!" ”

"Hehe, it's okay to sing, I have to sing with my senior sister, I heard that he is from the art troupe?"

"Okay," Liu Li was very generous, and immediately agreed, "This song of Daolang is a unique memory, a memory of love!" Senior brother, do you want to sing the chorus of Daolang and Yunduo? ”

"Yes, the song is called 'Love is You and Me'! Senior sister, if you can sing, let's help everyone have fun? ”

"Zheng Xin, your senior sister and Yang Zi are both the backbone of the art troupe, she is the vocal band leader, Yang Zijiang is the band leader, and Lao Fang is the art director, don't you know?" Liu Yijiao is very familiar with the art troupe, and immediately instigated, "Liu Li, show them a hand, and sing Daolang's love is you and me, I also like this song, high-pitched and powerful, and the feelings are sincere!" ”

"Hehe, you still know everything?" Lang Shikun smiled, he didn't expect Liu Yijiao to have this hobby.

"Of course, it's okay if the head of the propaganda section doesn't understand this, hehe," Liu Yizhen was not modest, and urged, "Liu Likuai, we are also semi-professional!" ”

"Unaccompanied, huh?"

"Hey, I have a harmonica, Yang Zi is not here, I am in charge of accompaniment, you are here today," Dong Xiaoguang was able to take out the harmonica in his pocket, it turned out that he was also a music lover, can he not join in the fun?

"Hehe, awesome? Your master and apprentice are versatile, so can we applaud and welcome you? "Liu Yizhen is quite agitatory,

"What's so polite? Applause? ”

Dong Xiaoguang played the harmonica, and the melodious sound of the piano echoed in the hut, immediately attracting everyone.......