Today's winter solstice, maybe it is the master's grace, and the eunuchs can take turns to go out of the palace and play a trick, right?

Han Chuan, who had slackened, smiled more enthusiastically than usual, "What do you want?" Today, there are mutton dumplings and rice cake strip soup. ”

Xiao Su thought about it, it was rare for the master to eat back to the roadside stall, so he naturally had to eat well.

"Let's have a bowl of the same."

Xiao Su said.

There are two taels in a bowl of dumplings, and a bowl of rice cakes can be eaten.

Han Chuan frowned, is this a tooth sacrifice out of the palace...

Is the food in the dining room so bad now?

Han Chuan grabbed two bowls of condiments in one hand, quickly cooked a bowl of dumplings and a bowl of rice cake soup, and pushed it to Xiao Su, "Ten cents." ”

Xiao Su has one on his left hand and one on his right hand, and he is about to go out.

Han Chuan hurriedly stopped, "Guest officer! You've got to eat here, leave the bowl behind! ”

Call the master to the stall to eat...

Xiao Su looked at the stall and imagined his master sitting in the crowd eating a bowl of hot dumplings with an ice face, he couldn't help but tremble, and hurriedly put down the bowl and took out five pennies, "This bowl, I bought it!" ”

Han Chuan frowned, watching Xiao Su walk a tightrope like a tightrope, one bowl in one hand, afraid that the soup would spill out, and afraid that his hands would be burned, so he followed suit, and the back of the bear who was raised in the palace walking the tightrope had the same effect.

Xiao Su turned the corner and disappeared.

Han Chuan stretched out his neck to take a look, but was urged by the diners in the back of the line, Han Chuan pursed his lips and buried himself in cooking again.

In the carriage, Xiao Su excitedly presented the dumplings and rice cake strips, and two huge coarse porcelain bowls were placed in front of Xu Yi, Xu Yi glanced at Xiao Su, lowered his eyes and didn't say anything, picked up the spoon and scooped a dumpling first.

After all, he was born and raised in Beijing, and he still chose to eat dumplings on the winter solstice.

The big coarse porcelain bowl, the small twelve dumplings, the dumplings are well wrapped, only an inch long, the hot white smoke comes out, the dumpling skin is thin and the meat is thick, the white skin is crystal clear, and the carrot and celery grains cut into small grains in the skin are faintly visible, and the red, red, green and green are hidden in the crystal white skin.

It's like a stack of small ingots, but it's pretty good.

Xu Yi took one bite at a time, and squinted slightly as he ate.

The mutton is not angry at all, the dough is slippery, the filling is juicy and fragrant, and the slight pepper numbness suppresses the unique smell of mutton, but the umami hidden in the deepest part of the muscle is hooked out.

Xu Yi chewed carefully, did not chew the uncomfortable pepper, let alone the abrupt and stiff green onion and ginger grains, all the flavors were tightly wrapped in this thin chewy dough.

It seems to warm me from head to toe when I eat it.

After a while, twelve dumplings went down, but they didn't feel full at all.

Xu Yi stretched out the spoon to the rice cake soup, and the soup base was so fresh that he almost bit off his tongue.

It has the taste of mushroom meat foam egg yolk porridge.

Xu Yi squinted, swept away the two bowls, knocked on the car beam, Xiao Su buried his head and went inside to clean up, exclaiming while cleaning up, there is no difference between the master who left the palace and the wild horse who has escaped...

In the past, I ate in moderation - not out of season, never at the hour outside of meals; A plate is only three bites, and you can put chopsticks when you are full for eight minutes.

House flowers are not as fragrant as wild flowers...

Xiao Su sighed in his heart, and took this coarse porcelain bowl in his hand - just this bowl, it is considered a high climb to raise fish in the Qianqiu Palace!

The carriage drove out slowly from the corner of the wall, and walked out of the Xusi Gate to the south of the city in a low-key manner, and returned to the palace at noon, just returned to the Qianqiu Palace, Xu Yi took out a small wooden box with fine workmanship from the drawer of the inner room, handed it to Xiao Su, and whispered two sentences.

Xiao Su restrained his intention to raise his eyebrows, cleaned up the extremely complicated inner drama, and buried his head in saying yes.

After the winter solstice, the weather became cooler, and Han Chuan lay on the bed and was lazy for two days - saying that he was lazy, he only suspended the business of delivering pastries, and the morning stall business still had to be done, and after selling a hundred cakes, he pushed the cart back to Tieshi Hutong.

It just so happened that Sixi was at home these days, and in the afternoon, the two often made an appointment to go to the vegetable market in the eastern suburbs to see fresh goods and shop for good goods.

In winter, Han Chuan is looking forward to the snowfall.

Radishes, weeds, and beans that have been hidden by heavy snow will be sweeter and more delicious.

The butcher shop owner Jia left a large piece of beef tendon meat for Han Chuan and asked Han Chuan to take back to try it, "... Originally, I left you a whole beef leg, beef hooves and tendons to make a watercress pot, beef hooves to spicy marinade, beef slices into thin slices to eat in the side stove to eat pots, double pepper stir-frying, boiled hot spicy are delicious! ”

Sixi was about to salivate when he heard it, "Where's the ox leg?" ”

Boss Jia picked the back of his head embarrassedly, and laughed twice, "I was bought with extra money..."

Han Chun: ...

Sixi:...

Then you don't have to say anything!

Although there is no whole big beef leg, there is still a piece of beef tendon meat at the high and low.

Sixi drooled and put the beef into the bamboo basket.

Han Chuan looked around, but didn't see the little girl who sold osmanthus that day, "Uncle Jia, what about the girl I bought osmanthus last time?" I haven't seen her in months, isn't she setting up a stall in the eastern suburbs? ”

Boss Jia put his hands in his sleeves and sighed, "That little girl, life is miserable!" The domestic helper bought by the oil shop, said to be a domestic helper, is actually the child daughter-in-law of his stupid son, and it is common to beat and scold on weekdays, and I often hear the voice of the boss scolding. ”

Boss Jia pouted towards Nunu to the east, "Last time, did you know why that little girl went to the market to sell osmanthus flowers?" The stupid son of the family broke a vase, and the proprietress said that the little girl didn't take a good look at the young owner, so that the little girl lost money, and if she didn't lose money, she would take the deed and sell the little girl to the kiln..."

The little girl only went to the back mountain to pick up the fallen osmanthus flowers, and there was no master to sell them...

Han Chuan remembered the little girl's crying red eyes that day, pursed her lips, looked east, and the door of the oil shop was closed, and it was closed in the afternoon.

Back in Iron Lion Alley, Grandpa Bai had already gone home.

Han Chuan is the main stove today, put Chanel, star anise, laurel leaves, peppercorns, and peppers in a small gauze bag and put them in boiling water, borrowed the old brine that Grandpa Bai hid under the water cellar, and opened the marinade, and the hemp rope tied the beef tendon meat tightly and boxy, and Bai Sixi stared at the stove and boiled for two hours.

The beef shank meat was picked up.

Bai Sixi even wanted to take two mouthfuls of hemp rope tied to meat.

Han Chuan cut the beef into thin slices, put it aside, slaughtered two small pieces of minced beef, chopped and fried until fragrant, added carrots, onions, peas, and corn kernels to it, and covered all the ingredients on the quinoa rice left over at noon.

Han Chun did not forget to hook two spoonfuls of brine.

The brine penetrates into the slender grains of rice, and the aroma is inhaled into the nasal passages along with the hot air.

Cui Shi saw that his father-in-law had eaten a delicious meal, so he boldly followed behind Bai Douguang and talked step by step.

The words were blown intermittently by the wind into Han Chuan's ears.

“... It's a private school teacher in the east of the city, surnamed Nie, a good person, and a constant birth..."