After walking around Dongcheng Hutong twice, Han Chuan pinched the hour, and went back with Bai Sixi.

The Iron Lion Hutong was quiet, the main courtyard was silent, and the faint lights were still lit in the stoves of the shantytowns.

Bai Sixi poked his head to take a look, stunned, "... Father... Grandpa..."

Han Chuan followed behind Bai Sixi and leaned over to take a look.

Grandpa Bai is wearing an apron, busy working in the stove, the two stoves are on fire, the pot is gurgling and steaming, seeing the two little ones come back, Grandpa Bai has no time to pay attention to the stove, nodding in the air, the little old man scooped a bowl of water, and poured water into the pot and heated the pot in one go!

There was a choking spicy smell in the air, which stimulated the mouth.

The pot is hot, Grandpa Bai pours oil in his hands, waits for the oil to boil, boils in a large number of Chaotian peppers, two wattle strips, green and red peppercorns, ginger slices, garlic slices, green onions, stir-fry over high heat, and then put in the mash and rock sugar, followed by a very casual digging of a spoonful of secret bean paste red oil in the white porcelain jar, and add a large plate of refined butter, the fried base exudes a rich, eye-catching aroma and mist!

Grandpa Bai held the mouth of the bottle in his hand and poured a small stream of spicy knives, "Zila"!

The spicy spirit melted into the pot, and I saw Grandpa Bai quickly splash in the prepared boiling water.

In an instant, boiling water vapor enveloped the stove.

Han Chuan was stimulated by the spicy breath and swallowed a mouthful of saliva involuntarily.

Grandpa Bai loves to cook and smoke, and he doesn't light it, for fear that the smoke will blow up the smell of food.

The base should be boiled slowly.

Grandpa Bai was idle, so he called Bai Sixi, "Go, move the fire kang in the inner room." ”

Han Chuan was a little stunned, seeing that Bai Sixi had moved a square table out with difficulty, a hole was dug on the square table, and the hole was covered with a blackened barbed wire, Bai Sixi looked like an old cook, and he didn't need Grandpa Bai to call at all, so he took out three or five pieces of red-hot black charcoal from the stove with tongs and put them into the hole.

Grandpa Bai took out several plates of things from the well with a dry tobacco in his mouth, and shouted, "Chu'er! Come and help your master buy it! ”

Han Chuan hurried over.

At a glance, she recognized the ingredients in the plate, but she didn't deal with it.

Cow's stomach, duck intestines, chicken gizzards, thin slices of loin, slices of cow tongue...

Some of the ingredients, she had processed, but not so roughly.

A bowl of fat and thin minced meat, red and white pork belly is thickly sliced, and a few plates of beef slices that are drastically cut at a glance...

The food in the palace pays attention to not getting tired of eating, such a rough and primitive ingredient, but it reveals a posture that is bound to immediately capture the taste buds, coupled with the pot of boiling red oil, Han Chuan can't help but move his index finger.

Grandpa Bai helped her adjust the plate of minced garlic and sesame oil, and Han Chuan subconsciously wanted to add a spoonful of sesame paste, but the back of his hand was knocked by Grandpa Bai's chopsticks, "Sichuan's butter hot pot, what you eat is clear oil and minced garlic, the function is to cool down and wrap spicy, at most add some green onions, if you add miscellaneous, the original flavor at the bottom of the pot will not be eaten." ”

The top layer of the butter pot is full of red chili peppers and round peppercorns.

Han Chuan is slightly smacked.

Grandpa Bai moved the pot to the square table, and after it boiled again, he took a piece of hairy belly, scalded it in oil, and said to Han Chuan, "... Around the stove to gather and cheer, Baiwei melts in the small kettle, talking about the pot. "The kung fu of speaking, the hairy belly is cooked, Grandpa Bai sandwiched it in the bowl with the sauce, and motioned for her to taste it, "The ancestor of the Bai family is a Sichuan person, and he has made Sichuan cuisine for several lifetimes, and his craftsmanship is steady and heavy, so he must continue to ponder and constantly explore the changes in ingredients." Only this pot is cooked every day, and every time it is cooked, it has a different taste. ”

Han Chuan took a bite, and his eyes widened as he entered his mouth.

Crisp! Fragrant! Hot! Refreshing!

The hemp of Sichuan pepper, the fragrance of watercress, the spicy feeling of rushing straight to the heavenly spirit cover, and the crisp feeling of hairy belly between lips and teeth are simply addictive!

In the shantyhouse, the oil lamp is dim, the butter spicy soup is tumbling up and down, flying forward and backward when putting the vegetables, the left meat and the right vegetables, lightly sprinkled cauliflower all around, and the wide and fierce soup starts at a medium speed, Bai Sixi eats sweating after a while, Zhang Luo calmed the sweet rice milk with the well water to drink, Han Chuan and Bai Sixi have a pot for one person, and the two of them can't put chopsticks at all under the stimulation of the spicy and sweet rice milk of the pot.

In the early years of the Great Wei Dynasty, the pepper was introduced from the Yunnan-Guizhou generation, the white flower, the pot is like a bald pen head, the taste is spicy and the color is red, it is very considerable, it was originally used as a flower spectrum for ornamentation, and later the people of Guizhou found that this thing stimulates the sweetness, and the condiment is very good, and the pepper will show its strength in the food and drink.

In the middle and upper reaches of the Yangtze River, Sichuan cuisine with heavy ingredients and pungent taste has been derived.

Han Chuan was so spicy that he snorted.

Grandpa Bai happily, or dig the minced meat into meat balls and put them in the pot, or mix a pot of boiled eagle tea into it, or push the dish to serve the guests.

The three of them sat around a table and ate heartily.

Grandpa Bai raised his glass and looked at Han Chuan, there was a rare amazement and warmth in the little old man's eyes, "... Today, I was going to prepare a stuffed duck to make a fruit wood roast duck to eat, but..."The old man paused, "Later, grandpa thought about it, and when he came out of the palace, he was like a well into the sea, and the palace was full of red tape, but the market was all-encompassing—just like this butter pot." ”

"Whether it is noble such as suckling pig deer breast, or lowly and inferior water belly, in this pot are all thinly cut, swimming in a pot, each has its own taste, do not interfere with each other. Eating a pot is more suitable today. ”

Han Chuan looked at Grandpa Bai and smiled, and took the initiative to touch a glass with Grandpa Bai with a "bang".

The palace daughter who came out of the palace, or the girl who went out of the mansion of the noble marquis, will inevitably have a few strange emotions in her heart - she has stayed in the most noble place in the world, as if she has become noble, and she can't give up the wealth she has ever seen, and when she enters the world, she is naturally out of place. There are those who are self-reliant and self-reliant, and those who build women's schools to teach and educate, and there are those who are willing to fall and the pearl is covered with dust.

"I know." Han Chuan nodded emphatically.

Grandpa Bai smiled, his beard tilted to the sky, looked at the side compartment where the door was locked, his face froze, and he sighed lightly.

This courtyard is small, and I can't hide things, and I can't shut down words.

Bai Sixi swallowed the last piece of hairy belly, and sighed with Grandpa Bai.

Grandpa Bai flicked his fingers and laughed, "You little rabbit, you sigh!" Go! Tidy up the stove! ”

Bai Sixi was not convinced, "Why should I clean it up alone!" Didn't you eat Hanchuan too! ”

Grandpa Bai's eyes widened, "Han Chuan can be in charge, you are a dead man, you are not someone to clean up!" ”

...

Han Chuan is here, so Zu Ci and Sun Xiao will disappear?

Busy cleaning up, Grandpa Bai opened his mouth to explain Cui's words, but the words were in his mouth, and he couldn't spit them out for a long time. Han Chuan smiled and took out the two sesame cakes from his arms, broke half of them with a smile and handed them to Grandpa Bai, "I'm afraid it's cold!" You taste it, I don't think it's as delicious as I did! ”

Grandpa Bai looked at the half of the cake and swallowed all the words.

That's it.

The junior is sensible and willing to maintain his thin face.