In the early morning, in addition to the vendors, there are some pedestrians who look in a hurry.

However, it is precisely because there are not many people on the streets. Therefore, Song Yi and they rode through without worrying too much.

But as the sun came up and the number of pedestrians on the street gradually increased.

Song Yi took the initiative to dismount and walk, and Nuhachi also painted gourds in the same way.

Song Yi walked all the way and had no impulse to consume. Just looking at the fireworks on both sides of the street, there is a feeling of being in a different world.

It doesn't matter if it's a Jurchen or a Qianchao.

For ordinary people, life always has to go on.

Perhaps, there will be hostility to people in enemy countries, and they will grit their teeth when they talk. But when you return to life, as usual, it is firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea, life is bland and tasteless, and those families and countries are just talking points for seeking recognition.

Song Yi walked among the people, and his mood was indescribably peaceful. Although there was a constant shouting of vendors in his ears, Song Yi also automatically blocked it.

Not far behind, there were Jurchens trailing. Song Yi pretended not to see it.

"I'm hungry. You invite me to eat breakfast," Song Yi turned back to the man and said.

The man did not refuse, and nodded.

Song Yi got the man's answer, so he looked around for what he wanted to eat.

What catches the eye are Jurchen snacks, oil tea, soufflé and so on.

Although delicious, Song Yi wants to eat a familiar taste today.

"Oh, I found it" Song Yi was happy like a child.

It turned out to be an inconspicuous streetside wonton stand.

Song Yi searched for a long time, endured the cold and starved for a long time, and finally found the taste she wanted to taste at the corner of the street.

"I want to eat wontons," Song Yi said. Ignoring the man's opinion, he walked straight in.

The shop is run by an elderly couple. Because the Jurchens were at war with the Qian, not many people came to patronize this wonton shop.

Song Yi also saw how bleak the business of this wonton shop was.

But seeing familiar words and smelling familiar fragrances, Song Yi still pursued them.

"Boss, let's have two bowls of ravioli"

The boss and the proprietress who were originally dozing off woke up because of the sound of Song Yi ordering.

"Guest, what ravioli do you want to eat?" Warm greeting from the hostess. But when I saw the male guest behind the female guest, I was still taken aback by the man's physique.

"Don't be afraid, hostess. This is my friend," Song Yi said.

"Oh, how could it be? The person who came is a guest, and we all greet us the same" The proprietress is still very eye-catching, knowing that her surprised expression just now was seen through by the guest, so she hurriedly smiled and said.

Song Yi didn't want to dwell on these side matters anymore, thinking of what the boss asked just now, and hurriedly asked, "Boss, what flavors of wontons are there in the store?" ”

"What flavors do guests like? Meaty, vegetarian? Do you like lamb? Is there anything to taboo? ”

When the proprietress introduced her wonton varieties, she forgot about the shock that the male guest brought to her for a while, and introduced it very politely.

When Song Yi heard this, it occurred to him that the Jurchens liked meat, so although the owner of this wonton shop was from the Qian Dynasty, he still followed the customs of the villagers and made many meat wontons.

Beef and mutton are indispensable.

Song Yi just suddenly thought of the Li Kee wonton shop in Kyoto, so he suddenly wanted to eat a bowl of ordinary chicken soup wontons.

Just now, she could smell the smell of chicken soup emanating from the shop from a distance.

"Is it all chicken soup base?" Song Yi only cares about this.

"That's the chicken soup that my old man simmered slowly with a one-year-old hen. It tastes fresh," the proprietress said quickly.

Although it sounded a bit like the smell of Wang Po selling melons, Song Yi couldn't help but take a deep breath when he asked about the rich taste of chicken soup diffusing in the air.

"I'll tell you the truth, I just smelled the smell of chicken soup in the store and found it. I just want a bowl of the restaurant's special wontons," Song Yi quickly decided.

"Good Ratcha. Then give the guest officer a bowl of lamb-stuffed wontons? I promise, the lamb was freshly killed this morning, the wontons were freshly packed, and the chicken soup was slow-cooked from last night, so it was delicious."

The proprietress laughed, and her eyes were gone.

Song Yi was infected, and he also followed the joy, "Then I must try the boss's craftsmanship"

"And this guest officer?" The proprietress hesitated a little.

Song Yi knew that the man's appearance was still too shocking, so he opened his mouth to relieve the siege for the proprietress, "The proprietress wants to ask you, what kind of stuffed wontons do you want." In this shop, the soup base is simmered by an old hen over low heat. It must be fresh and the taste can't be wrong."

"Hmm" the man didn't say anything, in fact, he didn't ask too much for the food "the same as her"

When the proprietress heard the man's words, she breathed a sigh of relief, "Hao Lak, lamb stuffed chicken soup wontons, two bowls"

The boss, who had been in front of the fire, heard the shouting of the boss lady, and echoed it again.

Listening to the appearance of the boss and the proprietress singing with their husbands, Song Yi couldn't help laughing.

"Do you really like this so much?" The man's voice interrupted Song Yi's thoughts.

"What?" Song Yi was in a trance.

"I said, you like this food called ravioli so much?" The man continued.

Song Yi nodded, suddenly realizing something, "You won't be eating wontons for the first time, right?" ”

The man saw the woman's surprised expression, as if, what a surprising thing it was to not eat ravioli.

"Hmm," the man nodded.

"Then you can taste it later." Song Yi said with a smile, his eyes were like a crescent moon.

"I'm worried now that after you taste it once, you'll fall in love with ravioli completely." Song Yi said very confidently.

"I won't," the man replied in the affirmative.

All food is just a function for him to satisfy hunger. No matter how delicious things are, eating them in your stomach is a bunch of mixed things. Spending a lot of money and time for the sake of appetite is, in the eyes of men, a wasteful thing.

Therefore, since he was a child, he sneered at food, and he didn't understand that some people spent a lot of time looking for and waiting for the so-called food.

The man's very confident expression, Song Yi did not explain again.

However, she is also very confident that the food from the Qiantian Dynasty will definitely be able to conquer the stomach of this stubborn Jurchen.

Wait for the chicken soup wontons to be served, after the man tastes the first bite.

Song Yi found that the man slapped himself in the mouth, showing a surprised expression.

That's right, the delicious and rich soup base, paired with a thin wonton skin like cicada wings, gently bite into it, the deliciousness of the mutton filling and the rich soup, and the ginger shreds to remove the fish. Although they are all ordinary ingredients, they completely open up the whole palate.

Although it is an inconspicuous shop and a pair of elderly shopkeepers, this bowl of chicken soup wontons is very authentic and delicious.

Song Yi looked at the man's momentum and laughed unconsciously. It's just that behind this smile, there is a hint of apology.